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Chapter 213 Our relationship has taken another step closer, hasn't it?

A low-key Maybach was parked outside the building.

When the driver saw Feng Jiashu come out, he immediately got out of the car, walked around to the other side, and opened the back door.

He Qiaoyun was helped into the car by Feng Jiashu, and then the car door closed.

Feng Jiashu walked around to the other side and got into the car as well.

The driver secretly raised an eyebrow; these two had come together again after all this time.

The car slowly started and drove away, and the interior was quiet.

He Qiaoyun was sitting upright, but as the alcohol took effect, she became increasingly confused, and her body and head began to tilt uncontrollably to one side.

Finally, she collapsed onto Feng Jiashu.

Feng Jiashu was stunned; he froze like a stone, not daring to move at all.

The driver glanced casually at the rearview mirror, his eyebrows raised high, looking quite intimate, but why did the man's expression seem so unnatural...?

The two remained in that position all the way home.

The car drove into the villa's underground garage, and the driver got out and opened the back door.

Feng Jiashu patted He Qiaoyun and said, "Qiaoyun, we've arrived."

He Qiaoyun opened her eyes groggily, responded with a quick "Oh," and then got out of the car.

She stepped off the bus, but was unsteady on her feet and swayed precariously. The driver reached out to support her, saying, "Please be careful."

"I'm fine," she waved her hand.

Feng Jiashu opened the other car door and steadily took her from the driver's hands, saying, "I'll take care of it."

The driver took two steps back and said, "Then I'll go up first."

Feng Jiashu gave a faint "hmm" in response, and then helped He Qiaoyun walk towards the elevator building.

He Qiaoyun leaned on Feng Jiashu with complete trust, muttering, "I'm not drunk, I can walk by myself."

Feng Jiashu couldn't help but chuckle, "Oh, so who was it that leaned against me and slept for half the day in the car?"

My arm is still a little numb.

He Qiaoyun looked up at the sky, feigning ignorance, "Who is it? To be honest, she's gone a bit too far..."

Feng Jiashu's smile widened. "You really don't know who it is?"

As soon as the elevator doors opened, He Qiaoyun pulled Feng Jiashu up without saying a word.

Feng Jiashu followed closely behind her and got on the elevator.

When the elevator reached the second floor, he helped her, opened the door, and led her inside.

He Qiaoyun stopped and looked around the room, her gaze finally settling on the face of the man beside her.

Putting everything else aside, his face was truly captivating to her.

Feng Jiashu also looked at her, and the atmosphere around them became ambiguous and passionate.

She swallowed hard, unsure whether it was the alcohol or a primal impulse, she stood on tiptoe and gently kissed the man's lips.

A light touch is all it takes, like a dragonfly skimming the water.

But the man wasn't satisfied with just that. He held the back of her head and deepened the kiss impatiently.

On a late autumn night, a cold wind blew outside the window, but the temperature inside the room continued to rise.

The two fell onto the bed, their most primal desires slowly breaking free of their restraints.

In the chaos, Feng Jiashu's head hit the solid wood headboard.

The impact brought him back to his senses, and his rationality returned.

He barely managed to get out of bed, pulled the blanket over He Qiaoyun, hurriedly said "sorry," and ran away.

Taking advantage of someone while intoxicated is shameful; such intimate behavior should only occur when both parties are sober.

He turned to leave, but He Qiaoyun reached out and grabbed him.

"Don't go, stay with me a little longer." Her voice held a hint of pleading.

Feng Jiashu turned around, his gaze falling on her, and he felt as if he were being roasted over a fire. When he looked up again, he saw the tears dripping down her face.

In an instant, he calmed down completely.

"What’s wrong with you?"

He Qiaoyun reached out and hugged his waist, burying her face in his chest, and said in a muffled voice, "I don't know why, but my emotions are a little hard to control."

Is it... because of me?

"No, it's because of what happened today... I said it's over, but when I think about it, I still feel very sad. Am I useless? I know I shouldn't be like this, but I still get so upset over people and things that aren't worth it..."

Feng Jiashu sighed inwardly, raised his hand, and gently patted her back. In a tone as if coaxing a child, he said softly, "It's not like that. The fact that you feel sad shows that you are a kind and compassionate person."

"If crying makes you feel better, then have a good cry. I'll be there for you."

Hot tears gradually soaked his shirt.

After an unknown amount of time, she cried until she was exhausted and had cried enough. Feeling a little embarrassed, she let go of his hand, looked up at him, and said, "Thank you."

Feng Jiashu: "I'm so glad you can share your joys and sorrows with me."

Her mind was a little foggy at the moment, and she repeated, "Thank you."

Feng Jiashu pretended not to notice the veiled dismissal in her words and asked, "So, our relationship has taken a step further, hasn't it?"

He admitted that asking the question now was somewhat opportunistic.

She went over his words in her mind three times, and after careful consideration, nodded gently.

Not only did Feng Jiashu take advantage of the situation, but he also went further, asking, "So, can you move back?"

She stared at him, but didn't respond for a long time.

Feng Jiashu felt somewhat defeated, but upon reflection, he realized he had already taken one step further than Liu Biao, which was enough.

He said, "It's okay, you don't have to rush to respond to me. Get some sleep, everything will be alright when you wake up. Goodnight."

He Qiaoyun nodded and replied with a "Good night".

Feng Jiashu turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

He went upstairs to his room, closed the door, and touched his tear-soaked shirt, which still seemed to be warm.

As if possessed, he raised his hand and gently licked the taste from his fingertips.

The bitter taste spread on his tongue, and he swallowed it.

She must have been heartbroken to shed such bitter tears.

It really hurts.

From now on, he will never let her shed another tear.

I changed out of my shirt and went into the bathroom.

In the warm, steamy bathroom, the image of our kiss from earlier kept replaying in my mind.

Having not been with a woman for nearly twenty years, he found it difficult to control his urges.

A shower that usually takes ten minutes took me almost half an hour.

This caused him to miss the 10:30 international video conference.

While putting on his pajamas, he returned a call to his assistant, saying, "Sorry, please wait ten minutes while I prepare to restart the meeting."

Assistant: "I noticed you weren't answering your phone, and I thought something had happened to you."

Feng Jiashu: "I had to take care of some important personal matters just now, I'm sorry to have worried you."

Assistant: "I'm glad you're alright. I'll arrange the meeting right away."

Feng Jiashu: "Okay."

He hung up the phone and chuckled helplessly, "Those who tried to stop her from drinking today really messed things up."

Even so, his face was filled with happiness.