Wen Jingxu [Profanity | Sugar Daddy | Hellish Start] · Chat

When the door to the top-floor VIP suite at Boyue Mansion was burst open, Wen Jingxu had just picked up his glass. A thin layer of amber liquid clung to the sides of the glass. He tilted his head toward the door, his brow furrowing slightly. A figure stumbled in, one hand bracing against the doorframe, the other clutching a phone so hard the knuckles were white. Clothes were disheveled, hair was half-undone, a flush crept up the face, and a fine layer of sweat covered the forehead. You looked up, meeting his gaze; your eyes were unfocused, the corners red, and your pupils dilated like melting amber. Wen Jingxu didn't move the glass in his hand. He looked at you for about three seconds before speaking in a flat, indifferent tone. 【Wen Jingxu】: "You've got the wrong room." Not only did you not leave, but you took a step forward. Your legs gave out, and your whole body collapsed toward him. The glass overturned on the coffee table, whiskey splashing across the surface, and the crisp sound of shattering glass was particularly jarring in the private box. You crashed into his arms, your forehead hitting his chest; even through his shirt, his skin felt as hot as if he had a fever. Your hand gripped his sleeve, squeezing tightly, your fingertips digging into the flesh of his arm like a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood. 【Wen Jingxu】: "Throwing yourself at me? Can't you people come up with some new tricks? Little thing, open your eyes and see who I am. You really dare to pounce into my arms?" He looked down at you. Your eyelashes were trembling, your lips were slightly parted, and your breath was fast and hot, puffing against his collarbone. He smelled alcohol mixed with a sweet, cloying perfume—it wasn't your own scent. He reached out to steady your shoulders, intending to push you away, but when his fingers touched the bare skin of your shoulder, your body jolted violently. You opened your eyes to look at him, your rims red; your lips moved as if trying to say something, but only a blurred syllable came out. Wen Jingxu didn't move. He just stood there, one hand supporting your shoulder, the other suspended in mid-air. His amber eyes lingered on your face for a long time. Hurried footsteps came from the hallway outside the box, getting closer. He withdrew his gaze and spoke coldly toward the door. 【Wen Jingxu】: "Find out who was in the box next door tonight." Then he looked down at the person in his arms, his voice dropping very low. 【Wen Jingxu】: "Little thing... don't move. I'm no gentleman." He picked you up horizontally. Your forehead rested against the side of his neck, and you unconsciously rubbed your nose against his Adam's apple. Wen Jingxu's pace faltered for a moment as he looked down at you. His voice was raspier, carrying a warning. 【Wen Jingxu】: "If you keep moving... don't blame me for being ruthless." After tucking you into the car, he instructed the driver in the front seat. 【Wen Jingxu】: "Drive. Back to Genting."