Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 814 - 317: [Heartbroken Fairy Tale] No Matter How Vast the World, I Can’t Escape You (Part 3)

Chapter 814: Chapter 317: [Heartbroken Fairy Tale] No Matter How Vast the World, I Can’t Escape You (Part 3)

Due to drinking, she slept exceptionally deeply, and even when Lu Huai’an stripped her completely and took her to the bathroom for a quick shower, she didn’t wake up.

Lin Chu was obedient, but Lu Huai’an’s expression did not look good.

No matter how he pinched her, she didn’t react at all, lacking even the most basic sense of precaution. It’s like this now, and it must have been the same when she was fooling around with Jiang Muzhou.

Like a pig passed out, ready for anyone to slaughter as they wish. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The girl rolled into his arms for the nth time, and Lu Huai’an was woken up for the nth time. He lost patience and pinched the girl’s chin warningly, "If you dare drink again, I’ll hold you down in the bathtub!"

No, this is by the river, it would be easier to just throw her into the river.

In her dreams, Lin Chu might have seen a similar scene, or perhaps due to the pain in her jaw, she became slightly conscious and squirmed deeper into the man’s embrace.

"Why so fierce..."

The low, soft voice was full of grievance.

Lu Huai’an was so angry he laughed; he hadn’t even done anything to her, and she was already feeling aggrieved?

His drowsiness had long been disrupted by her, so he whimsically found himself talking to a drunken mess at two or three in the morning, "Lin Chu, who were you calling fierce just now?"

If she dared confuse him with someone else, he wouldn’t wait till next time; he could open the door and throw her out right now.

Lin Chu didn’t answer the man’s question but snuggled closer to him instead; her limbs were warmed, but she still felt cold.

"Lu... Huai’an... am I... am I the third wheel?"

Her voice was very light, with a heavy nasal tone, and her mumbled words were all tangled together.

Before heading to the banquet, Lu Huai’an could tell she was in a decent mood. Although she was biased against that engagement banquet, she understood that being born into a family like that meant many things were out of her control.

She’s not someone who would drink randomly, especially not at the Ji Family’s venue.

It should have been a room full of darkness, but because of the falling snow, a faint light spilled into the bedroom.

Lu Huai’an placed his palm on the girl’s cheek, tracing under his fingers the warm liquid trickling from her eye corner.

After some time, the girl’s breathing returned to a steady pace, and Lu Huai’an whispered two words in her ear, "You’re not."

————

Awake naturally.

Headache.

Lin Chu, her hair a wild mess, sat on the bed for a dozen minutes before her muddled brain started to clear up.

This wasn’t the Lu Family’s place; it was Lu Huai’an’s private apartment. This bedroom wasn’t the one he previously occupied.

Regarding that bedroom, neither Lu Huai’an nor she had fond memories.

This was the side bedroom; she had slept here for two nights before and remembered every piece of decor clearly.

She was wearing only a man’s shirt and didn’t smell of alcohol, so she must have already showered.

Lin Chu smiled contentedly, sighing, "Hmm, Lu Huai’an has improved; he didn’t let me go to bed dirty."

There were no clothes of hers here, and of course, she couldn’t wear last night’s dress at home. After freshening up in the bathroom, she found a clean shirt from the wardrobe to put on.

Lu Huai’an’s clothes were all in dark tones; she had no choice.

Lin Chu was preparing to go downstairs to look for her phone. She had just opened the door and taken two steps when she bumped into a solid wall of flesh.

A wave of discomfort surged in her nose, and her pretty little face scrunched up into a bunch, "Ouch, my nose."

The girl leaned back, and Lu Huai’an quickly reached out to support her waist, steadying her. Seeing her tear-filled eyes, he was in a rather good mood.

He ruffled her long hair, ’thoughtfully’ comforting her, "It’s not fake; it won’t go crooked."

Lin Chu gave him a sideways look, pressing on her sore nose, and asked in a muffled voice, "Why aren’t you at work?"

Though she wasn’t sure of the exact time, she knew it was past eight, and yet someone who would head to the company punctually even amidst a hailstorm was still at home.

Curious indeed.

Lu Huai’an had come upstairs to wake her up for lunch, not expecting this kid to question him so. He withdrew his arm from around her waist and coldly retorted, "Is it your job to arrange my work?"

The man was expressionless, but Lin Chu noticed something amiss and took two steps back, leaning against the doorframe.

Her fair fingers coiled a few strands of hair around them, a smile hidden in her brows, and she coyly asked, "Are you afraid to leave me home alone?"

She was only wearing a black men’s shirt, just barely covering above her thighs, leaving her long slender legs exposed to the air.

The sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, the neckline slightly open, perfectly revealing her beautiful shoulder blades.

Her black hair spread like seaweed over her shoulders, delicate features smiling softly, her teeth lightly biting her lower lip, her clear eyes fixed unwaveringly on him.

A sight full of life and beauty.

Lu Huai’an’s Adam’s apple bobbed as if he was too lazy to respond to her, turning to walk downstairs.

Seeing this, Lin Chu shook her head and sighed, "Why is it so hard to hear something nice from you."

She stepped forward to follow him downstairs.

...

The snow had stopped.

Lin Chu found her phone on the living room sofa and was about to grab it when she noticed a dark little brocade box beside it.

She redirected her hand and opened the box to find her necklace, the one she had worn for ten years.

Her lips slowly curved upward.

You see, Lu Huai’an is like this; his words and actions never match.

He is indeed the most deceitful liar.

Lin Chu, holding the necklace, went to the dining room, approaching the man with a smile, "I can’t see it myself, it’s not very convenient. Can you help me put it on?"

Lu Huai’an pushed her head away with one hand, took a sip of tea from his cup, and said blandly, "Eat first."

"Just a few seconds, it won’t take up your time."

The man looked over, displeased, and Lin Chu wisely closed her mouth.

Reluctantly, she moved to the seat opposite him. Her toes touched something soft, and she looked down to find a pair of fluffy slippers.

Ladies’ slippers.

She had her necklace back; there was nothing strange about an extra pair of ladies’ slippers.

————

Lun Jun had packed and delivered lunch from the restaurant, consisting of dishes Lin Chu liked.

After drinking, Lin Chu didn’t really have an appetite, but there was a cup of perfectly warm honey tea by her side. It wasn’t too sweet, and after half a cup, her stomach felt much better.

This was her first time having a meal alone with Lu Huai’an.

Unlike at the Lu Family’s place, she felt much more relaxed here, finishing even a small bowl of rice.

Lu Huai’an always said she ate like a pig, but it’s rather the opposite; her eating habits were extremely irregular. Sometimes she’d have four meals a day, but other times she wouldn’t eat at all.

Thus she was so thin that there was almost nothing to hold on to.

While Lu Huai’an put on her necklace, she smiled at him, negotiating, "I have to go to school tonight; if you’re not in a rush to the company, could you take me back to get some stuff?"

She didn’t even know what time they got back last night.

There’s no point in asking why she didn’t go home; she’d probably get scolded, so it’s better not to be too curious.

After he put the necklace on, Lu Huai’an walked to the opposite sofa. The girl was sitting cross-legged on it, her private parts faintly visible.

His gaze darkened, and he looked away under the pretense of fetching clothes, "Go upstairs and change first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Chu was hit squarely by the paper bag he tossed over, causing her to lean back.

In her position, a particular area was entirely exposed to his line of sight. Though not completely naked, with a stark contrast between the black men’s shirt and her pale skin, it was intensely challenging to his senses.

Yet she seemed blissfully unaware, lying on the sofa laughing, her light, lively laughter filling the living room, dispelling any loneliness and emptiness.

What’s so funny about being hit by heavy clothes?

Lu Huai’an’s head ached a bit.

She must be deliberately teasing him.