Rose Manor: Tycoon's Relentless Chase-Chapter 269 - 252: Will You Help Me?

How can there be such a person!

Getting drunk and taking advantage of others, isn’t that what a rogue is?

Shen Jianian now regrets that her bedroom door doesn’t have a peephole. Had she known it was Fu Jichen outside, she would never have opened the door.

Her mouth was blocked, she couldn’t speak, and thinking back to last time, she resorted to the same method — she opened her mouth and bit him, not holding back in the slightest, and soon tasted blood.

But this time, he seemed to be drugged, refusing to let her go.

Shen Jianian pushed against his chest, feeling his alarming body heat through the wet fabric of his shirt, as if he had just come out of hot water.

His lips glided to the back of her ear, down to her neck, giving Shen Jianian a brief respite, as she fumed, "Fu... Jichen, have you gone mad?! Get off me."

In his embrace, she kicked and punched, yet he acted like he didn’t feel it, carrying her into the room while kissing her, and they fell onto the big bed together.

Shen Jianian’s pajamas were pulled open, exposing a large area of fair skin, her prominent collarbone forming a beautiful arc, then as if sparks landed on her, she flinched from the burning sensation.

Fu Jichen was acting different tonight, not like someone drunk; he seemed devoid of reason, unmoved by anything she said or did, like a puppet controlled by some force.

Fear surged within Shen Jianian, her fingers dug into Fu Jichen’s shoulder as she cried aggrievedly, "Fu Jichen! Let me go, I don’t want to..."

Tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, landing on Fu Jichen’s temple, making him suddenly freeze, lifting his face from her shoulder hollow, lost in a fog with blurry vision, unable to see her face clearly. His fingers reached over, touching her cheek, then moving along to feel a warm dampness.

She cried. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Shen Jianian cried.

In the midst of chaotic and restless thoughts came this realization, suddenly calming Fu Jichen down.

However, this calm didn’t last long, his reason was consumed once again. Fu Jichen endured so much that the corners of his eyes turned red, his jawline taut, yet he controlled himself enough to flip off her and lie beside, painfully curling his body.

Shen Jianian, not caring about anything else, wrapped her arms tightly around herself, she almost...

Beside her, the man’s harsh breaths occasionally mixed with a muffled groan, seemingly in pain. Shen Jianian raised her sleeve to wipe away the tears clinging to her eyelashes, fumbling to fasten the buttons at her front, slowly crawling up from the bed.

Her emotions were tumultuous, unable to settle for a long time; she didn’t want to stay in this room a moment longer, she wanted to leave.

Shen Jianian glanced at the man on the bed, his face pale, forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, lips dry and red, black hair half-wet and body lightly trembling, reminding her of a fairy from a fantasy drama that just transformed into a human form, yet not accustomed to this body, hence feeling pain.

Just as she stepped forward, the hem of her pajamas was caught by a hand, Fu Jichen’s voice was hoarse beyond recognition, "Help me...to...the bathroom."

Shen Jianian didn’t hear clearly, wanting to leave but unable to, she asked tolerantly, "What did you say?"

Fu Jichen’s throat rolled, "Bath...bathroom."

"You want to go to the bathroom?" Shen Jianian heard it clearly this time, perplexed, "If you want to go then go, why are you pulling me?"

"Help me."

Shen Jianian didn’t trust him, "Who knows if you’ll do that again..." She lowered her gaze, the hand gripping her clothes hem was wrapped in bandages, and the arm of the other hand also had bandages.

Didn’t Fu Jichen have a social gathering tonight? How did he end up in this sorry state? Could it be he was pursued by enemies?

Shen Jianian swallowed, negotiating with him, "I can help you over, but you have to promise, not to do that again."

Fu Jichen exhaled hot air through his nose, "Okay."

Shen Jianian pulled him up from the bed, supporting him as they slowly walked towards the bathroom.

Does he know how heavy he is, like a cow? Shen Jianian grumbled to herself.

They hadn’t walked far before Shen Jianian’s calves started trembling, unable to bear the weight of his body at all.

Fu Jichen probably realized this, withdrew his arm, and wrapped it around her shoulder so she could save some energy.

Pressed against her soft body, as if a parched person found sweet spring water, but had to restrain himself from drinking it large gulps, only guarding it, watching, is it enjoyment or torment—a reflection he couldn’t articulate.

Shen Jianian took him to the bathroom, exhausted, turned around to leave, then suddenly heard a "thud" and jerked her head back to see Fu Jichen’s body sliding down the tiled wall to the floor.