Chapter 4: President Fu Got Drunk and Called Your Name

Zhou Ze, standing nearby, glanced at Qiao Xi, wanting to speak but hesitated, then hurriedly followed after.
Several colleagues, unable to suppress their curiosity, immediately gathered around to gossip. “What happened? President Fu’s look just now was like he wanted to devour someone! It was terrifying!”
Qiao Xi forced herself to smile, explaining quickly, “Ahem, maybe my report wasn’t good enough and President Fu got angry…”
She lowered her eyes, trying to hide her immense embarrassment and guilt.
Upon hearing this, everyone sent her sympathetic glances, sighing as they dispersed.

After barely making it through the day, she had just lain down on her bed when the phone rang.
She frowned and answered. Zhou Ze’s anxious voice came through.
“Engineer Qiao, sorry to disturb you, but President Fu got drunk during a business dinner. Could you come pick him up?”
“I’ll send the address to your phone. Sorry for the trouble!” Zhou Ze’s tone was almost pleading.
Qiao Xi grew uneasy. “Assistant Zhou, you’re President Fu’s chief assistant. Even if he’s drunk, it shouldn’t be me picking him up, right?”
Zhou Ze paused. “But when President Fu drinks too much, he keeps calling your name. You wouldn’t want… your situation to become office gossip, would you?”
He gave her a reason she couldn’t refuse.
Qiao Xi bit her lip. “Fine, send the address… but you cover double the cab fare.”
“Deal! I’ll send it right now. Thank you, thank you so much, Engineer Qiao!”

Ten minutes later.
The taxi stopped in front of the lavishly decorated “Imperial View.”
It was an upscale club.
Zhou Ze greeted her, “Engineer Qiao! You’re finally here!”
“Where is he?”
Qiao Xi asked stiffly.
“In a private room, he refuses to leave…”

She pushed open the heavy door, and the sharp smell of alcohol hit her.
Fu Yancheng was sprawled deep in the sofa, his posture languid.
His usual meticulous tie was halfway undone, the expensive suit jacket tossed carelessly onto the floor; his shirt collar was open, revealing an elegant Adam’s apple and collarbone.
Under the dim lights, his handsome, austere face was flushed unnaturally.
“…Qiao Xi?”
Fu Yancheng murmured in a low, hoarse voice, thick with the scent of alcohol.
Qiao Xi was at a loss with this unfamiliar version of him.
She steeled herself and walked over. “President Fu, it’s late. I’ll take you home…”
Before she could finish, Fu Yancheng suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist with unexpected force, pulling her into his embrace.
Qiao Xi’s heart skipped a beat, pressed against his warm, solid chest, her pulse racing.
Her nose caught the pleasant cedar scent mixed with the smell of liquor from his body.
“President Fu, you’ve had too much to drink. Let me take you home…”
She tried to get up, but was trapped, unable to move in his arms.

Suddenly, he rolled over, shifting into a suggestive pose, his captivating eyes fixed intensely on her.
“Qiao Xi… do you want me?”
His voice was deep and alluring; his drunken gaze stubbornly focused on her soft lips, Adam’s apple bobbing.
Her mind buzzed, cheeks flushing uncontrollably.
Want him?
Was he referring to… that night’s wild entanglement? He was indeed attractive, charming, built…
Ah, stop!
Why was her mind wandering there again?
“President Fu, please get up, you’re heavy…”
Fu Yancheng didn’t move, instead slowly lowering his head, inching toward her lips.
Qiao Xi blushed even deeper; just as he was about to kiss her, she quickly turned her head.
His warm lips landed on her cheek.
Qiao Xi froze instantly.
Fu Yancheng didn’t tease her further. He moved away from her, slumped onto the sofa, drunkenly commanding,
“You… help me!”
His tone was domineering, yet carried a childish petulance.
“…Alright, I’ll help you.”
As she approached, Fu Yancheng immediately leaned against Qiao Xi.
His burning face unconsciously brushed against her neck.
His warm, solid body pressed tightly to hers; in the dim private room, the atmosphere was unbearably tense.
Qiao Xi gritted her teeth to support his unusually heavy body, her cheeks flushed.
Fu Yancheng skillfully controlled his strength, neither overwhelming her nor making it easy…
She finally managed to “move” Fu Yancheng to the car.
Qiao Xi sat with him in the back seat. He closed his eyes, seemingly asleep.
But his large hand still stubbornly gripped her wrist, possessive and unyielding.
Zhou Ze: “…”
He immediately stepped on the gas and started the car.
Just as Qiao Xi breathed a sigh of relief and tried to quietly free her numbed wrist,
Fu Yancheng suddenly opened his eyes.
Streetlights illuminated his face from above, half bright, half hidden in shadow.
His gaze was unfocused, streaked with red veins, silently and stubbornly fixed on her.
That expression was too complex—confusion, pain, and… grievance.
Qiao Xi’s heart raced under his gaze, instinctively shrinking away.
But Fu Yancheng reached out again, grasping Qiao Xi’s wrist.
Qiao Xi gasped, both wrists captured by him, her body pulled forward, crashing directly into his solid chest.

The temperature in the car soared instantly.
Qiao Xi was forcibly locked against his burning, hard chest, unable to move.
The crisp scent of cedar mixed with fiery alcohol, overwhelming her senses.
She pushed him weakly. “President Fu, let go… it’s too tight, I can’t breathe.”
“Mm…”
A low, muffled sigh escaped from his throat.
Fu Yancheng didn’t release her; instead, as if finding a more comfortable position, he suddenly buried his face deep in her fragrant neck.
His burning cheek rubbed hard against her delicate skin, sending uncontrollable tingles through her body, shooting to every limb.
Qiao Xi froze, her mind blank, forgetting even to resist.
She could clearly feel his thick lashes brushing her skin, and the steady, strong heartbeat in his chest.
Then, he shamelessly moved closer to her small ear, whispering two words,
“…So obedient.”
It was an unmistakable tease, with not a hint of drunken daze left.
This was clearly feigning drunkenness to act shamelessly!
Qiao Xi grew angry. “Fu Yancheng, let go of me!”
It was the first time she dared to call his name so boldly.
“Xi Xi, do you like me?”
With one large, defined hand, he firmly gripped Qiao Xi’s chin, forcing her to meet his deep, sea-like eyes.
His handsome face, under the dim light, radiated a seductive intensity; his black eyes brimmed with visible desire.
“President Fu, you’re not drunk at all, are you?” she asked.
“Don’t change the subject, Xi Xi,” he replied in that low, languid voice.
“Tell me, do you want to be Mrs. Fu?”
Qiao Xi knew her answer well. Though she no longer believed in love,
She would never marry a man from a one-night stand.
“President Fu, I’m not worthy of you.”
She rejected him clearly. She’d rather bear the burden of 1.28 million in debt than take another step toward him.
“Whether you’re worthy or not, I decide.”
Fu Yancheng’s fingertips gently traced her soft red lips, his gaze dark and burning with undisguised desire.
He leaned in, his hot breath nearly engulfing her, full of irresistible allure and aggression.
“Try again?”
He whispered three words, moving closer…