Chapter 30: A Complete Scoundrel!

Li Qian tensed as Chu Lin rested his head on her lap. She could feel the warmth of his breath.

“Where are we headed?” the driver asked, turning around after starting the car.

Only then did Li Qian snap back to reality. Where were they going? She had no idea where Chu Lin lived, so she hurriedly gave the address of her own rented apartment, “To Huayuan Community!”

“Alright, Huayuan Community!” the driver repeated.

Chu Lin, feigning drunkenness, hadn’t expected such an unexpected delight. Clearly, Huayuan Community was where Li Qian lived. He had originally thought of a hotel. Who would have guessed… This meant the girl had a good impression of him. Otherwise, what kind of girl would bring a man home like this? Settled, then!

Indeed, being handsome and wealthy was like having a double blessing—everything was so much easier than before.

The driver drove quickly, and before long, they arrived at Huayuan Community. At the parking lot entrance, the security guard stopped them, but Li Qian gave her building number and, after a brief confirmation, they were let through.

Li Qian was renting here, so she naturally didn’t have a designated parking spot; the driver had to find a public spot.

When the driver left, Li Qian looked at Chu Lin, who was sprawled out drunk like a dead dog, feeling troubled. It took quite an effort to get him out of the car.

Soon, she discovered that helping a drunk person wasn’t as difficult as her cousin had described. Chu Lin, drunk as he was, could still walk, albeit unsteadily.

Unbeknownst to her, Chu Lin had already pulled this act once before and was experienced. He couldn’t waste too much time getting into the apartment, after all.

Before long, Chu Lin was inside the apartment. He peeked around, noticing it was clearly a single studio, with the bedroom and kitchen connected, and only a small living area. Yet the decor was pleasant, and the space felt warm.

In a first-tier city like Min City, this kind of apartment would cost at least three thousand a month, much better than the fifteen hundred he used to pay.

Li Qian helped Chu Lin to the bedside. At this point, he was familiar with the routine, and with a feigned stumble, he tumbled onto the bed, taking Li Qian with him.

When Li Qian tried to get up, she realized she was being held, his large hands resting on her lower abdomen.

In that instant, she felt as if electricity shot through her body, every muscle taut.

Chu Lin, fully aware of her shapely figure, murmured in a drunken voice, “Qian, you’re so beautiful. Let me hold you.”

“Ah?” Li Qian’s heart fluttered at the compliment.

But she remembered he was drunk. It was just drunken honesty.

What girl doesn’t like being called beautiful?

Let him hold her, then! After all, he was drunk—he couldn’t do anything.

But soon she realized something was wrong.

Something was… pressing against her.

Her cheeks flushed instantly.

She wasn’t naïve.

Her heart raced.

After a while, Li Qian felt her body go limp. The alcohol from earlier made her dizzy, and all her strength seemed to drain away.

“Qian, I was drawn to you the moment I saw you. Let me kiss you!”

Compliments should be delivered gradually. And then, when she was dazed, he took the next step.

Mmm!~

Chu Lin could feel Li Qian’s heartbeat in that moment.

After a while.

“Let me touch you, I promise I’ll just touch…”

…

Not long after.

Chu Lin’s voice rang out again:

“I’ll just stand outside the door, I promise not to enter…”

Then…

A soft whisper.

“You lied to me…”

Chu Lin didn’t answer that.

When had he ever lied? If he said he’d stand outside, he’d stand outside.

But sometimes, his second brother had a mind of its own, and he was forced to go along.

…

Time slipped by.

Early the next morning, Chu Lin woke up, stretching contentedly.

Indeed, going too long without meat was no good. After two hearty meals in a row, he felt fully nourished, refreshed and clear-headed.

Li Qian was already up.

He could smell the aroma of white porridge.

The girl was making breakfast.

The studio apartment wasn’t large; with just a few steps, Chu Lin could see Li Qian’s graceful silhouette.

She was dressed in a sexy red home slip dress.

Just two thin straps clinging to her smooth shoulders, leaving plenty to the imagination.

Li Qian’s figure suited the slip dress perfectly; her hair was simply tied back, making her face look even more slender, with an added youthful charm.

This must be the private boudoir edition.

“Chu Lin, you’re awake. The bathroom’s over there—wash up and breakfast will be ready,” Li Qian said, carrying out the porridge. Seeing Chu Lin, she felt shy yet expectant about their new relationship.

But it seemed last night had taken a toll, and her face carried a hint of exhaustion.

Chu Lin was struck by this.

He’d had plenty of girlfriends, but she was the first who, after an intense night, got up early the next morning to make him breakfast!

And she was beautiful! Had a great figure! Her personality seemed pleasant, too.

Such a girl was just about perfect.

He felt a strange, indescribable ripple within him.

Chu Lin quickly shook his head.

It was just breakfast—he couldn’t let himself fall too deeply.

“What’s wrong?” Li Qian noticed Chu Lin’s odd expression and asked, puzzled.

“That sleepwear is beautiful,” Chu Lin replied, dodging the question with a compliment, and then retreated to the bathroom for a refreshing shower.

Li Qian had thoughtfully prepared a towel for him.

Pink, clearly her own.

When he came out, Li Qian had already served a bowl of white porridge and scrambled eggs on the table.

The scene was warm and inviting.

On such a morning, just a bowl of porridge was enough to stir something in him.

Yet this warmth unsettled him.

Perhaps it was just him—he no longer knew how to nurture feelings.

He didn’t want any burden, sought only freedom and spontaneity, unwilling to let himself experience any negative emotions again.

So, instinctively, he resisted such feelings.

Even with a perfect girl like Li Qian before him, he couldn’t find joy in their company.

It was his own issue; instinctively, he wanted to keep himself in a position where he could withdraw at any moment.

Maybe now, he was exactly the kind of man women called a thorough scoundrel.

“Well, I drank too much last night, so we must’ve done something,” Chu Lin said as he sat down, his first words.

He stated he was drunk, then spoke of last night in an uncertain tone.

This allowed him to position himself advantageously in their conversation and future interactions.

The implication was that Li Qian had taken advantage of him while he was drunk and brought him home.

So Li Qian was utterly dumbfounded: “????”

Was that even human speech?

After last night’s exertion, did he look drunk at all?