coobybook Chapter 874: Not Worthy of Love
Chapter 874: Not Worthy of Love
Gu Ze looked at Teng Zijing's back as he disappeared into the night, a trace of unwillingness flashing across his eyes.
The stubbornness that had been suppressed just now suddenly surged up - he would not listen to Teng Zijing.
As he turned around, the hem of his windbreaker swept across the marble countertop at the front desk, bringing up a gust of wind.
"Let's go." He threw down a word and rushed straight to the elevator. Feng Tao sighed behind him and hurried to catch up.
The moment the elevator door closed, Gu Ze's fingers pressed hard on the "9" key, and his fingertips turned white due to the force.
With a "ding" sound, the elevator door just opened a crack, and Gu Ze squeezed out sideways, his eyes quickly scanning the house numbers on both sides of the corridor.
The corridor was covered with thick carpet, which absorbed all the sound of footsteps, leaving only his rapid breathing.
"This way." Feng Tao's voice came from the front. He stood in front of a door and waved to Gu Ze.
The house number "9086" was particularly clear under the warm yellow wall lamp. Feng Tao didn't wait for Gu Ze to come closer.
I raised my hand and rang the doorbell, the ding-dong sound being particularly abrupt in the quiet corridor.
In the room, Jiang Li was sitting on the sofa, gently combing Shengxue's mane with his fingertips.
The little white horse lay obediently at her feet, occasionally wagging its tail, but its eyes were always glued to Jiang Chengyu on the big bed.
The man frowned slightly, his lips moving, and in his intermittent mumbling, only the three words "I'm sorry" were as clear as ice, knocking on the air one by one.
When the doorbell rang, Jiang Li thought it was the waiter bringing water and quickly got up.
As my hand just touched the door handle, I heard familiar voices coming from outside, and my heart skipped a beat - how could it be them?
When he opened the door, Feng Tao and Gu Ze were indeed standing there, their faces filled with undeniable anxiety. "Assistant Feng, Mr. Gu? What are you doing..."
"Get out of the way." Gu Ze didn't wait for her to finish her words. He pushed open the door and rushed in.
Jiang Li stumbled after being bumped by him and quickly chased after him: "Mr. Gu, you can't do this..."
Gu Ze's anger was originally like a burning charcoal fire, but when his eyes fell on the curled up figure on the big bed, it was suddenly extinguished.
Jiang Chengyu buried his face in the pillow, his hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, his face was flushed with alcohol, and even his breath was full of the strong smell of alcohol.
"Cheng Yu... Cheng Yu..." Gu Ze lowered his voice, and his tone was softer than he even realized. "How much did you drink? You're so drunk..."
"I'm sorry..." Jiang Chengyu murmured these three words again, with a strong nasal tone at the end, like a child who had done something wrong.
The lines on Gu Ze's face softened instantly, and a smile that was almost doting appeared in his eyes.
Even his voice became softer: "It's good that you admit your mistake. Go home."
He leaned over and lifted the quilt, then said to Feng Tao, "Bring me your coat."
Jiang Li stood there, still clutching Jiang Chengyu's suit jacket in his hand, his voice trembling with anxiety:
"Mr. Gu, where are you taking Mr. Jiang? He's so drunk he can't stand it!"
"Take him home." Gu Ze didn't even turn his head. He carefully helped Jiang Chengyu up from the bed, bent down and carried him on his back.
Jiang Chengyu's arm rested limply on his shoulder, and his breath brushed across his neck, warm with the scent of alcohol.
Jiang Li quickly handed over the coat, Feng Tao took it, carefully put it on Jiang Chengyu's back, and then straightened the collar that had slipped down.
Shengxue seemed to have sensed something, and stood up from the sofa, following with the clatter of his pony hooves.
The tip of her nose rubbed Jiang Chengyu's trouser leg affectionately. Jiang Li sighed helplessly and had to follow him to the door.
Arriving at the parking lot, Feng Tao took the lead in opening the side door of the commercial vehicle. Before Gu Ze turned around and let Jiang Chengyu in,
Sheng Xue had already jumped into the carriage nimbly, lying down in the empty seat in the middle, and turned around and snorted in the direction of Jiang Chengyu.
"Take this thing down!" Gu Ze's patience ran out in an instant. He turned around and yelled at Jiang Li, with no concealment of disgust in his eyes.
The tenderness she had felt towards Jiang Chengyu just now seemed like an illusion, and now all she felt was the irritability of being disturbed.
Jiang Li clenched her fingers and explained in a low but firm voice: "Mr. Gu, this is Mr. Jiang's pet, Shengxue. It has always been with Mr. Jiang and cannot leave."
Gu Ze glared at the little white horse, but seeing that it didn't react, he waved his hand impatiently: "Go away, get out of here!"
Feng Tao quickly stepped forward to steady Jiang Chengyu, and Gu Ze got into the car sideways and carefully placed him on the seat.
I sat next to him and put my arm around his shoulders to prevent him from falling.
Feng Tao closed the car door neatly, turned to Jiang Li and said, "Don't worry, Miss Jiang, President Jiang will be well taken care of in Gu Ze's hands."
Jiang Li nodded, moved her lips, but didn't say anything. The evening breeze lifted the corner of her clothes, and she stood there.
I watched the taillights of the business car gradually move away, and finally merged into the traffic and disappeared.
Shengxue pawed anxiously in the car. Jiang Chengyu leaned his head on Gu Ze's shoulder, his brows still furrowed.
He uttered two more words vaguely, but Gu Ze didn't hear them clearly, but he felt inexplicably happy.
He must have felt guilty about breaking his promise to spend New Year's Eve with him, so he apologized to him.
In the underground dance hall, the subwoofer was shaking the floor, and the laser lights cast mottled lights on the crowd.
Deng Zhouyi called over a few familiar friends and sat in a booth with Jiang Li's girlfriends. The crisp sound of wine glasses clinking mixed with the deafening music became the main theme at the moment.
Wei Qingyang shook the whiskey in his glass, his eyes glued to Jie Xinyu, and saw her shaking her head slightly to the rhythm.
He simply stood up and moved closer, using the music as a cover to twist his waist around her, his arms almost brushing against her hair.
He leaned over and leaned close to her ear, his voice wrapped in the drumbeat: "My name is Wei Qingyang, what do you call me, beautiful lady?"
Xie Xinyu turned her head to look at him, her eyelashes stained with tiny sequins, and her eyes curved as she smiled: "Just call me Xinyu."
The distance between the two people was instantly shortened, their bodies moved close to each other with the melody, and ambiguity quietly grew in the steaming smell of alcohol.
Not far away, Zhu Ling was being pulled around in circles by a man in a leather jacket, while Su Wanyue and Xie Beibei were leaning against the booth.
Listening to the people next to me telling jokes, I burst into laughter from time to time - in the adult world,
Sometimes ambiguity has nothing to do with love, but is just a short period of companionship for mutual needs.
Deng Zhouyi held his wine glass and glanced at Yu Qianqian. The girl was sipping juice with her head down, her cheeks flushed in the light, and her long eyelashes looked like two small fans.
He put down his glass, and while everyone was attracted by the dance floor, he quietly touched her arm and raised his chin at her.
Yu Qianqian was stunned for a moment, but still stood up and followed him, walking through the crowded crowd and into the depths of the dance hall.
This was originally the underground boxing ring of Longan Taikang. The cement walls still have the mottled marks of the past. Later, it was bought by Teng Zijing and converted into a dance hall.
Only the passage leading to the depths still retains its old appearance, with a dim light bulb hanging overhead, making the road surface a little dim.
As soon as they entered the passage, Deng Zhouyi suddenly turned around, grabbed Yu Qianqian's neck, and pulled her closer with irresistible force.
He was more than a head taller than her, looking down at her condescendingly, his breath brushing against her forehead, and then he lowered his head to kiss her.
The kiss smelled of alcohol and was aggressive. Yu Qianqian's lips were soft, as if she was holding a piece of candy.
"Baby," he left her lips, his voice hoarse, "Do you have a boyfriend?"
Yu Qianqian felt dizzy from the kiss, her cheeks flushed, she gently pushed him away and shook her head.
Deng Zhouyi smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes, and there was an indescribable coldness in it.
He said nothing more, holding her wrist and walking to the end of the corridor, where there was a special elevator that went directly to the top floor.
The moment the elevator door closed, it blocked out the noise from downstairs, and the only sound in the small space was each other's breathing.
The door of the top-floor office was slammed shut, and the sound of it being locked was particularly clear in the silence.
As soon as Yu Qianqian turned around, Deng Zhouyi pressed her against the door panel. His kiss fell again, more passionately than in the corridor, with suppressed eagerness.
His hands hurriedly unbuttoned her coat, his fingertips brushing against her waist, causing a shudder.
Yu Qianqian's back was against the cold door panel, but in front of her was his hot body temperature, and she felt like she was trapped between ice and fire.
He put his arm around her waist and walked towards the sofa. The coat and scarf he took off along the way were scattered on the carpet, leaving a winding trail.
His shirt was also torn open, and the buttons on the collar fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
When he pressed her down on the sofa, Yu Qianqian finally couldn't help but flinch, her voice as thin as a mosquito's hum: "No... I'm scared..."
Deng Zhouyi paused, looked down at her red eyes, and softened his voice, saying deliberately, "Don't be afraid, I'm very gentle."
Yu Qianqian bit her lip and subconsciously grasped his waist with both hands. Her fingertips dug deep into his flesh due to nervousness, leaving several red marks. He didn't care and just kissed her more deeply.
After the storm, only heavy breathing remained in the office. Deng Zhouyi stood up and picked up his coat barefoot on the carpet.
He took out a card from his inner pocket and threw it on the coffee table. The metal card made a cold and hard sound when it collided with the glass.
"There's half a million in here," he said calmly, as if discussing the weather. "Get dressed, I'll take you home."
Yu Qianqian was wrapped in a blanket on the sofa, her eyes red as a rabbit, tears still hanging on her eyelashes: "You... don't want to date me seriously?"
Deng Zhouyi sneered, bent down to pick up the shirt on the ground and put it on, his movements casual:
"People like me are not worthy of falling in love, and I have no plans to start a family."
He raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes were cold and without warmth, "I hope you can be more sensible and stop pestering me."
After saying that, he walked to the leather chair behind the desk and sat down, took out a cigarette case, shook out a cigarette and lit it.
In the smoke, the profile of his face seemed a little blurry, only the indifference in his eyes was particularly clear.
When Yu Qianqian looked at him like this, her heart felt like it was being gripped by something and it ached.
She had a charming face, but her actions were so heartless. Unable to hold back her tears any longer, they fell onto the carpet, leaving a small dark mark.
She gritted her teeth, held back her sobs, picked up her clothes from the ground one by one and put them on, her movements clumsy and awkward.
Deng Zhouyi caught a glimpse of her trembling shoulders from the corner of his eye. Somehow, his mind suddenly flashed back to his mother Deng Min's desperate eyes.
Her eyes were red and she was crying silently. His heart suddenly tightened, as if it had been pricked by a needle.
I subconsciously took a few deep puffs of the cigarette, trying to use nicotine to suppress the sudden panic.
The cigarette butt soon burned out, and he pressed it out forcefully in the ashtray. He stood up and walked to the coffee table, picked up the card and stuffed it into Yu Qianqian's hand with some force.
"Let's go." Without looking at her, he took her wrist and walked towards the door, his pace so fast that he almost dragged her.
Yu Qianqian staggered to catch up, tears still flowing silently, but she didn't dare to make any sound.
Amid the humming sound of the elevator going down, the two of them were silent all the way. Only the lingering smell of tobacco and faint traces of tears in the air proved the brief and ridiculous entanglement that had just occurred.