If, at the beginning of the night, Chen Ting was only pretending to be drunk, she was genuinely drunk by the end—and so was he.
After showering, they finished the two bottles of red wine Chen Ting treasured. When they woke up, they were in the same bed, under the same blanket. Crucially, they were both naked. Did anyone really need to spell out what had happened?
Drinking really leads to trouble! Yi Anguo thought.
He had always been on guard around Chen Ting. He knew she wasn't like other girls—she was the precious daughter of the Chen corporate empire, not someone to be trifled with or taken lightly. Fearing the responsibility, Yi Anguo had always kept his distance from her.
But now, it seems I've finally fallen into her trap. She got her way. So what should I do next? Marry her?
Yi Anguo was clearly unwilling. If he had been, they would have married a long time ago; there would have been no need to delay until now.
