Honey, Open The Door. I Want To Give You The Room Key - Chapter 11

In the middle of the night, Shen Yue left. Lou Qingshuang stood on the balcony, watching her depart. She simply… In the middle of the night, Shen Yue left. Lou Qingshuang stood on the balcony, watching her depart. She decided to turn around, change her clothes, and head out of the house.

Inside the bustling bar, Lou Qingshuang stood swaying amidst the crowd. Her eyes were misty with intoxication as she danced along with the dim, heavy lighting. She rarely ever came out to vent, but today, she truly wanted to indulge herself for once. Intense music, a drunken crowd, and a lingering, hazy atmosphere.

Lou Qingshuang wore a smoky-grey overcoat with a thin shirt underneath, draining one glass of alcohol after another. Under the lights, Lou Qingshuang’s skin appeared exceptionally pale, her red lips vivid and moving. Two strands of curly hair fell from her ears; that cold, bright, and glamorous aura made it impossible for people to look away, and many were secretly stealing glances at her.

Sitting by the bar, she tilted her head back to swallow the last drop of a “Raging Flame” shochu. The spicy kick of the alcohol instantly caused a faint flush to rise across her skin. It didn’t take long for Lou Qingshuang to get drunk; her mind filled with the weightless sensation of intoxication.

Liu Yu was just getting ready for bed when her phone suddenly rang—it was her private number. Liu Yu looked at the familiar number; it was the first time this contact had ever lit up on her screen.

“Lou Qingshuang?” Liu Yu’s voice was low and raspy, possessed of a layered texture that felt like sand against the ears.

“Come pick me up.” Lou Qingshuang’s voice carried a hint of temptation and a cold edge, sounding like someone who was far gone.

Liu Yu’s brows furrowed slightly as she heard the cacophony through the phone. “Where are you?”

“I’m at Club X,” Lou Qingshuang’s voice came through the phone, blurred and indistinct.

Half an hour later, Liu Yu’s car arrived quietly. Lou Qingshuang was sitting at a private table by the bar, continuing to drink. Glasses of whiskey cocktails were poured into her mouth one after another; anyone could see she was a woman drowning her sorrows. A drop of water fell from the corner of her eye, which she drank down along with the whiskey.

When Liu Yu entered, accompanied by bodyguards, Lou Qingshuang was already wasted. She was slumped over the table, staring blankly at her whiskey glass. Liu Yu was dressed in a matching smoky-grey suit. The hem of her sharp, loose-fitting trousers swayed against her high heels. Her long hair draped over her shoulders as she walked slowly toward Lou Qingshuang.

The aura radiating from Liu Yu and the bodyguards preceding her caused many people to back away, not daring to get close, only able to secretly prick up their ears to listen for gossip. Lou Qingshuang was staring at the deep amber whiskey, watching the ice ball slowly melt inside. Just as she raised her hand to finish it in one gulp, a fair and beautiful hand stopped her.

“Lou Qingshuang, you called for me?” Liu Yu’s voice was magnetic.

Lou Qingshuang looked up and saw the person standing there. Her eyes were rimmed with red as she gazed at Liu Yu. The orange light fell upon her drunken face, creating a sense of languid, cold fragility that made Liu Yu’s heart skip a beat. With a forceful pull, Liu Yu hoisted Lou Qingshuang up from her seat.

Liu Yu looked at the woman who could barely stand. The two of them stood under the suggestive lighting, Gazing into each other’s eyes. The scent of alcohol from Lou Qingshuang’s body brushed against the tip of Liu Yu’s nose. Liu Yu frowned slightly, but a moment later, she caught the scent of roses on Lou Qingshuang. The roses were withered. Liu Yu’s heart trembled; she could sense the sadness of the roses, a sorrow so profound it nearly felt suffocating.

“What happened to you?” Liu Yu asked in a low voice, releasing Lou Qingshuang’s wrist.

“Heh.” Lou Qingshuang’s lips curled into a smirk as her body went limp. Liu Yu quickly reached out to catch her, and the two smoky-grey figures merged into one. Lou Qingshuang leaned against Liu Yu’s shoulder. She, too, caught a whiff of a scent—the fragrance of frozen roses. She pressed against Liu Yu’s shoulder, took a breath, and muttered unconsciously, “Smells so good.”

Liu Yu held Lou Qingshuang, feeling the soft, delicate body in her arms and the breath puffing against her ear.

“Chairman?” The bodyguards surrounded the two, blocking them from everyone’s view. One of them asked softly if help was needed.

“No need.” Liu Yu refused the bodyguard, taking Lou Qingshuang in her arms and leading her away herself. Lou Qingshuang leaned into her embrace, allowing herself to be carried along.

By the time they returned to the car, Lou Qingshuang had fallen asleep against the window. Sitting in the car, Liu Yu watched Lou Qingshuang’s face in silence. It was sharp and beautiful; that “married woman” vibe she had initially perceived seemed to have mostly vanished. Liu Yu lowered her gaze, reaching out her hand as if to touch Lou Qingshuang’s trembling eyelashes, but ultimately let it return quietly to its place.

Liu Yu did not send Lou Qingshuang home. Instead, she took her to her own residence. She knew Shen Yue had gone to Lou Qingshuang’s house. Tonight, she did not want Lou Qingshuang to go back. Liu Yu’s pupils were dark and inscrutable. Since Lou Qingshuang had called her, she must have known what it meant for Liu Yu to come and get her.

Lou Qingshuang was brought back to Liu Yu’s home. The brightly lit house welcomed back its owner. In the spacious penthouse apartment, the stunning floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the lights from outside. The cold-toned room now held the breath of an additional person.

Lou Qingshuang was carried in by Liu Yu. She was placed on the sofa; it was only when she was lying down that she opened her eyes, staring blankly at the lights.

“Have some water.” Liu Yu, who had just disappeared, reappeared and held a glass of warm water to Lou Qingshuang’s lips.

“Thank you.” Lou Qingshuang’s face was flushed and her eyes were hazy. Her long hair had long since come loose, spilling over her shoulders. Liu Yu watched as she lowered her head to take small sips of water, her fingertips feeling an itch. Her rose seemed to be dying.

Liu Yu took off her coat and tossed it onto the sofa. Seeing the coat being thrown down, Lou Qingshuang subconsciously shuddered. This time, she seemed to finally snap back to reality—she really had called Liu Yu.

Shen Yue’s lack of understanding, the pressure from the company, her mother’s illness, and Liu Yu’s persistent advances had made her feel like she couldn’t breathe.

“I’m sorry, Chairman Liu, I dialed the wrong number,” Lou Qingshuang whispered, keeping her head down.

A hand tilted Lou Qingshuang’s chin up. Forced, Lou Qingshuang looked up at the person standing over her. Liu Yu gently stroked Lou Qingshuang’s chin, leaning down to meet her gaze. “Whether it was a mistake or not, you and I both know the truth in our hearts.” Liu Yu leaned in and pressed a kiss onto Lou Qingshuang’s lips.

Lou Qingshuang immediately broke free from her hand and retreated. “I’m sorry, Chairman Liu.”

Having kissed away that single drop of water about to fall from the corner of her mouth, Liu Yu sat down with satisfaction. Lou Qingshuang retreated to the armrest of the sofa. Her eyes were still somewhat bleary, but she had sobered up quite a bit from the kiss, and for a moment, she didn’t know what to say to Liu Yu.

This time, it wasn’t Liu Yu who had sought her out; it was she who had sought Liu Yu.

Liu Yu looked at her. “Did you have a fight?”

“Yes.” Lou Qingshuang looked up, strands of hair tangled around her fair, slender neck. Looking at that sexy swan neck, a smile played on Liu Yu’s lips. When drunk, Lou Qingshuang lost that proud, tense sense of aloofness. Instead, she became like a rose softened by alcohol, weeping softly in the moonlight.

Liu Yu didn’t intend to do anything to Lou Qingshuang today. She picked up a pheromone patch and handed it to her. “Your rose scent… it’s leaking out.”

Taking the patch from Liu Yu, Lou Qingshuang was stunned once again. She gripped the patch tightly and asked seriously, “Can you really smell my pheromones?”

Liu Yu lowered her head to get closer to her, her looming shadow enveloping Lou Qingshuang entirely. Liu Yu whispered, “A weeping rose.”

Lou Qingshuang’s eyelashes trembled, her gaze dazed and shocked. Pheromones are the most direct reflection of a person’s emotions; were her pheromones truly weeping? Lou Qingshuang hadn’t known that in Liu Yu’s heart, her pheromones were crying.

She had been with Shen Yue for over two years, though they were often apart. Before the launch of the new Wanshuang product, Shen Yue had proposed to her. Yet, in over two years, Shen Yue had never taken her to her own home, nor could she smell her pheromones. So why could Liu Yu smell her pheromones, which had been suppressed by blocking injections? Lou Qingshuang was bewildered.

Lou Qingshuang had agreed to Shen Yue’s proposal to put her mother’s mind at ease and to allow herself to focus on her career. But tonight, when Shen Yue told her to close the company so she could provide for her, Lou Qingshuang realized with a shock that she and Shen Yue had never truly been on the same page. She had no idea Shen Yue’s private thoughts were like this.

She was exhausted and wanted to find a place to relax. She hadn’t expected to call Liu Yu in her drunken state. Lou Qingshuang sighed, unsure of what she was thinking.

Hearing her sigh, Liu Yu couldn’t help but lean closer to Lou Qingshuang again. Inhaling the rose fragrance made her feel very comfortable.

“Do you want to take a shower?” Liu Yu’s sudden question made Lou Qingshuang, who was lost in thought, snap back. Her body instinctively leaned back, and Liu Yu quickly reached out to pull her back.

Lou Qingshuang ended up pressed against Liu Yu’s chest. She clung to Liu Yu tightly; the sudden sensation of falling backward just now had turned her face pale with fright. She curled up in Liu Yu’s arms, panting. “Thank you.”

Liu Yu patted her. “Don’t worry, everything will be resolved.”

Liu Yu’s words had a double meaning, and Lou Qingshuang understood her comfort. “Thank you.”

Liu Yu let go, no longer teasing her. Liu Yu was more patient than she had thought. Only through this steady, measured contact could she get Lou Qingshuang to lower her guard. Only then would she have the chance to enter Lou Qingshuang’s heart—especially after Lou Qingshuang discovered who the true mole was.