Mu Qingcheng, you should just be happy about it!

This sudden turn of events left the three of them at a loss.

The next second, two figures burst in and started punching and kicking the two bald middle-aged men.

Pig-killing screams instantly filled the entire room.

"Jiang Cheng."

Mu Qingcheng's beautiful eyes lit up, and her tense mood immediately relaxed.

But why was Jiang Cheng here?

Could it be that he was afraid she might be in danger and had come specifically to protect her?

He must have only struck because those two old perverts had spoken rudely to her.

He had been watching over her all along!

Thinking this, Mu Qingcheng felt a warmth in her heart and slowly reached for the wine glass on the table...

"You two old bastards, did I tell you to do this?!"

"Tired of living, shitting on my doorstep."

Jiang Cheng was furious now, wanting nothing less than to swallow them alive.

How dare they use his name to make a move on Mu Qingcheng? Wasn't this just asking for trouble?

If the Heroine held a grudge against him, and when Ye Bufan came out and whispered in her ear, he wouldn't even dare close his eyes when sleeping.

The commotion in the private room quickly attracted the manager, but once he recognized Jiang Cheng, he pretended not to see anything and even thoughtfully closed the door.

No joke!

One was a young master of the Lu Family, the other a young master of the Jiang Family—he couldn't afford to offend either, so how could he care about anyone else?

"Brother Cheng, what do we do with these two old farts?"

Lu Ming spat at the two men, whose faces were now bruised and swollen, and said indignantly.

"Young Master Jiang, Young Master Lu, spare us!"

"I have an eighty-year-old mother at home and a newborn child—just let us off this once."

"We won't dare do it again!"

Lu Ming kicked them both down and laughed angrily, "You think there's gonna be a next time?!"

"No, no, we swear there won't be a next time."

The two men covered their pig-head-like swollen faces and shook their heads frantically.

Just as Jiang Cheng was considering how to deal with them, a pair of soft, lotus-root-like arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

The warm, jade-like touch made his whole body jolt.

"Mu Qingcheng, what are you doing?"

But behind him came a series of heavy breaths. Jiang Cheng sensed something was wrong and quickly forced her arms apart.

Turning around, he saw Mu Qingcheng's cheeks flushed peach-red, her eyes dazed and fixed on him.

Jiang Cheng's gaze flicked to the empty wine glass on the table, and his hanging heart finally died.

Stupid woman, you actually drank it!

And here I thought you were so clever—how could you have no sense of caution at all?

As he grumbled, Mu Qingcheng suddenly wrapped her arms around Jiang Cheng's neck and buried her face in his neck, greedily inhaling.

Lu Ming stared dumbfounded at the scene, swallowing a few times without thinking.

"What are you standing there for? The antidote."

Jiang Cheng held back Mu Qingcheng's excessive actions while shouting.

"Right, right, where's the antidote?"

Lu Ming grabbed the two men by their collars and roared.

"There... there isn't one."

The two hung their heads guiltily, answering timidly.

Who brings an antidote when doing something like this!

Jiang Cheng barely stopped himself from killing them on the spot. Sending her to the hospital now would probably be too late.

"Lu Ming, they're yours to handle."

Biyuanxuan, a five-star hotel under the Jiang Group.

"Mu Qingcheng, don't undo your buttons!"

Jiang Cheng shouted as he carried Mu Qingcheng down the hallway at a sprint.

The usually cold and aloof ice queen was now like a seductive enchantress, actively undressing and throwing herself at him—what a contrast!

Mu Qingcheng seemed to understand, and her hands stopped.

But then she started undoing Jiang Cheng's buttons again.

Jiang Cheng: "??"

Fine, fine, fine.

Playing it this way, huh?

If he hadn't seen the dazed look in Mu Qingcheng's eyes, he'd have sworn she was doing it on purpose.

Without hesitating, Jiang Cheng opened the door and carried Mu Qingcheng straight to the bathroom.

Sorry about this!

I'm doing this to save you!

Just cool your head for a bit!

With her soft warmth in his arms, Jiang Cheng silently apologized.

The next moment...

A splash, sending droplets flying.

In the bathtub, Mu Qingcheng's clothes were soaked through, clinging tightly to her body.

Her graceful curves rose and fell, a pleasing sight.

Jiang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Good thing you ran into an upright man like me, or you'd be crying your eyes out tomorrow morning.

Mu Qingcheng, you should count your blessings!

"No, I need to cool down too."

White blouse, pencil skirt, sheer stockings...

Jiang Cheng shook his head at Mu Qingcheng's tantalizing figure in the tub, suppressed his restless urge, and turned on the faucet.

By then, Mu Qingcheng was gradually regaining some clarity.

Hearing Jiang Cheng mutter to himself, she felt a surge of frustration.

Cool down what!

I deliberately drank that glass so you'd take advantage of me, you idiot.

"Jiang Cheng."

Hearing Mu Qingcheng's weak voice, Jiang Cheng turned back, his tone flat.

"You're awake. I'll be going, then."

Mu Qingcheng's heart tightened.

"Jiang Cheng, my legs are a bit weak. Could you carry me out? The water's cold."

Jiang Cheng frowned, hesitated a moment, then nodded.

"Your clothes are wet. Grab a bathrobe and change."

Is he worried I'll catch cold?

Mu Qingcheng's heart leaped with joy, her expression softening. "Thank you, Jiang Cheng."

Thank me for what?!

Look at you, soaking wet—I'm just afraid you'll get my bed wet.

Jiang Cheng shot her a glare, then went to fetch a bathrobe from outside.

A moment later, Jiang Cheng carried Mu Qingcheng out of the bathroom.

"You rest here tonight. I'm leaving."

Mu Qingcheng was still lost in the warmth and strength of Jiang Cheng's embrace. By the time she snapped out of it, all she heard was the sound of the door closing.

Meanwhile, back in his car, Jiang Cheng was still shaken.

Good thing I got out fast, or that woman Mu Qingcheng would've pulled some other stunt.

At the Jiang Family home, A battle with no gunpowder had officially begun.

Jiang Ruoxue and Li Shiyao glared at each other, neither willing to back down.

"Ruoxue, Shiyao, have some fruit."

Mother Jiang came out of the kitchen with a plate of fruit and set it on the coffee table, smiling warmly at the two.

"Aunt, let me handle things like this from now on. I'm part of the Jiang Family too, after all."

Li Shiyao casually started massaging Mother Jiang's shoulders, shooting a defiant glance at Jiang Ruoxue.

Shameless!

If she hadn't come today, she'd never have known Li Shiyao had already moved into the Jiang Family.

She'd almost been stolen from right under her nose!

Jiang Ruoxue clenched her fists, but still forced a smile onto her face.

"That's right, Aunt. This kind of thing should be left to the maid. You really ought to take better care of yourself."

Li Shiyao's smile stiffened. That woman Jiang Ruoxue actually called her a maid—it infuriated her!

Such good girls, all of them!

Mother Jiang beamed, seeing every one of them as her future daughter-in-law.

"You two have such sweet mouths, and you're both so beautiful. Whoever marries either of you will have eight lifetimes of good fortune."

"Not like Xiaocheng—he never gives me a moment's peace. He's so old and still doesn't have a girlfriend."

"Ahh... I wonder when I'll get to hold a grandchild!"

Jiang Ruoxue's eyes lit up.

Aunt, I can help with that!

Just as she was about to speak, a creak sounded—the door swung open...