Chapter 1185 - 697: So-Called Gentleman Scoundrel, Jiang Xiaowai vs. Fourth Master

Chapter 1185: Chapter 697: So-Called Gentleman Scoundrel, Jiang Xiaowai vs. Fourth Master

Pingjiang, Ruan Family

Ruan Mengxi received a call from her father’s phone while sitting at Ding Dabao’s house, chatting with a few relatives. Three to five elders gathered together, talking mostly about their children’s jobs and marriages.

She wasn’t very interested, tilting her head to watch TV, until her phone vibrated. She picked it up and said, "Dad?"

"Xixi, it’s your Uncle Gao." The voice on the other end was enthusiastic.

Ruan Mengxi immediately straightened up, "Uncle Gao? Why is it you?"

"I don’t have your contact information, called your mom but she didn’t answer, so I used your dad’s phone to call you. He and your boyfriend drank too much, both are quite drunk, and we couldn’t find a designated driver. If it’s convenient, can you come and pick them up?"

"Where are you?"

"Right next to my martial arts gym, Xinglong Hotel."

After hearing that her husband took Qi Zeyan out to drink excessively, Ruan’s mother had a few words to say, also worried that Mengxi couldn’t manage two drunk men alone, so she asked Ding Dabao to accompany her.

The two arrived at the hotel, and with the help of the staff, managed to get the two men into the car.

Once home, due to Ruan Daqiang’s large stature, Ruan’s mother and Ding Dabao supported him inside, while Qi Zeyan was assisted by Ruan Mengxi into the guest room.

"Clack—" The door just opened...

Suddenly, Ruan Mengxi was pulled right in. The guest room faced away from the sun, with average lighting, likely because the light was dim in winter, inside was very dark.

Qi Zeyan lifted his foot and kicked the door shut.

"Bang—" The noise was immense.

When Ruan Mengxi regained her senses, she was already trapped between him and the door.

He gazed down, his neatly dressed three-piece suit was slightly wrinkled, but his hair was perfectly neat, blending a bit of intoxicated allure with a dignified air. In the dimly lit room, his handsome silhouette was enveloped in shadow.

He had a bit of the look of a polished scoundrel.

"You’re... not drunk?" Ruan Mengxi’s heart raced, pounding, thumping against her chest, her whole body tensed, holding her breath.

Qi Zeyan leaned slightly closer, and when their noses touched, he called her with a voice hoarse from the heat of alcohol:

"Xixi—"

Low and seductive, his scorching breath blew on her face, their noses lightly brushing together.

Softly, warmly.

She shrank to the side as a burning kiss landed next to her ear.

It was truly life-threatening.

"Xixi—" her mother’s voice sounded, "Are you alright?" The noise from the door collision was loud, Ruan’s mother was worried something happened.

"No, nothing’s wrong."

"Your dad, seriously, drinking like this isn’t enough, but why take the kid out to drink too."

...

Ruan’s mother’s voice sometimes near, sometimes distant.

Ruan Mengxi responded sullenly, the person pressing her against the door continued to brush her face with his nose.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, his breath lightly and heavily blew on her face. Ruan Mengxi always thought something might happen, since Qi Zeyan moved into her home, the times they had close contact were not many.

Yet, the kiss seemed continually delayed, interrupted by her mother and Ding Dabao’s voices. Despite her strong mental state, Ruan Mengxi couldn’t help but feel anxious.

"Perhaps head to bed..."

Ruan Mengxi felt uncomfortable from his teasing, pushed him, suggesting he rest.

Qi Zeyan slightly turned his head and fiercely kissed her lips.

Perhaps not controlling his strength well, her head slammed into the door, and he reached out to hold it, just controlling her head, forcing her to face him.

Maybe due to the alcohol, this kiss was particularly ambiguous and entwined.

Ruan Mengxi was dizzy, her heart trembling lightly, legs almost too weak to stand.

Seeing her body sliding down, Qi Zeyan hooked an arm around her waist, scooping her up, holding her tightly in his embrace.

Their bodies fitted perfectly...

In a highly provocative stance, leaning together.

"You’re right, better head to bed."

"..."

Everything seemed to be heading toward an uncontrollable direction until Ding Dabao’s knocking came from outside, "Cousin, I’ve brought sobering tea, can I come in?"

"Wait, wait a moment!" Ruan Mengxi finally pushed Qi Zeyan away.

Only then did she realize...

Her clothes were very disheveled, the coat left at the door, while someone still wore the three-piece suit, even his hair remained perfectly styled. If not for the wrinkles, he would still appear as a refined elite.

Indeed, more and more like a polished scoundrel the more you look.

Ruan Mengxi tidied up her clothes, then opened the door for Ding Dabao to come in. He, however, fixed his gaze on Ruan Mengxi’s lips with a smile, lowering his voice to say, "Sis, you sure have some moves, taking advantage of brother-in-law being drunk to have your way with him?"