Misty Nights in Hong Kong - Chapter 15

Want It? Beg Me.

“Leave?”

Fu Sinian looked down at her, the corner of his mouth curling into a mocking arc. “In your current state, you’d probably stumble into any man’s arms after two steps.”

Gu Xiangsi pouted in grievance. “Why are you being so mean…”

“Me? Mean?”

Fu Sinian was so angry he laughed, thinking of what might have happened if they hadn’t run into Duan Jingwen…

“Did all your brains go into your face? Utterly stupid.” As he spoke, he wrapped his suit jacket tightly around her.

Assistant Li caught up. “Young Master, the car is ready. Are we going to the hospital or-”

“Home.” Fu Sinian cut him off. “Have Dr. Chen come to the estate.”

“But the medicine-”

“I said, home.” Fu Sinian enunciated each word, his gaze sharp enough to kill.

Assistant Li immediately fell silent.

Fu Sinian looked down. The person in his arms squirmed restlessly, her warm breath brushing against his Adam’s apple.

His eyes darkened slightly as he pressed a fingertip to her forehead, pushing her back an inch.

“Hold still.”

His voice was low, carrying a hint of warning, yet inexplicably huskier than usual.

But Gu Xiangsi suddenly reached out, grabbing his tie, her drunken eyes glazed as she leaned in,

“Fu Sinian…”

Her breath, laced with the scent of alcohol, burned against him.

“…You’re so handsome.”

The air froze.

He looked down at her, his gaze inscrutable, before finally letting out a soft scoff.

“If you’re drunk, behave yourself.”

With a flick of his finger, he pulled his tie free from her grasp, his movements crisp yet oddly stiff with restraint.

He simply slung Gu Xiangsi over his shoulder and strode out.

She hung limply against him, mumbling, “I’m dizzy…”

The man paused, scoffing coldly. “Dramatic.”

Yet when she spoke again, he adjusted his hold and carried her in his arms.

Duan Jingwen and Assistant Li watched from behind, shaking their heads.

It was obvious who was really being dramatic.

Once Fu Sinian had settled her into the back seat,

Gu Xiangsi blinked up at him with watery eyes, then suddenly sneezed.

“…Cold.” She pitifully burrowed into his arms.

Fu Sinian stiffened for a moment.

“Troublesome,” he muttered.

He really ought to have Jiang Liangchen award him a commendation banner.

Stiffly, he adjusted his hold, lifting her slightly.

In the front seat, Assistant Li’s shoulders shook suspiciously.

His young master was acting very out of character today.

Fu Sinian shot him a glare, and the assistant immediately straightened up and raised the partition.

The confined space was soon filled with the intoxicating scent of alcohol and Gu Xiangsi’s delicate fragrance.

He handed her a bottle of water. After taking a few sips, she tugged restlessly at her collar, suddenly calling out softly, “A-Nian…”

His fingers froze.

That name was like a blunt knife, stabbing into a wound that hadn’t healed in five years.

In the shadows, his Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice hoarse and dangerous. “Say it again.”

Fu Sinian’s eyes bore into her.

Gu Xiangsi’s eyes reddened from his grip, her lips trembling as she gazed at him with misty, tearful eyes. “…Dr. Lu… I don’t feel good…”

The car lurched to a sudden stop, the screech of tires sending Gu Xiangsi pitching forward uncontrollably.

Fu Sinian’s arm shot out, yanking her back into his embrace.

Her burning cheek pressed against his chest, her disheveled blouse revealing glimpses of skin beneath, the neon lights casting shifting hues across her flushed skin.

“Gu Xiangsi.” Fu Sinian gripped her chin, his thumb brushing over her moist lips. “Take a good look, who am I?”

His voice was cold and distant, yet the rise and fall of his chest beneath his shirt betrayed his emotions.

The woman in his arms unconsciously nuzzled his Adam’s apple with the tip of her nose, her feverish fingers slipping into his collar. “…Help me…”

He abruptly pressed her against the backseat, his knee wedging between her legs, only to freeze when his gaze landed on the flushed corners of her eyes.

Five years ago, on a rainy night, she had looked up at him just like this, calling him “A-Nian,” only to cruelly utter the words of separation.

But hearing another man’s name from her lips now still felt like a punch to his chest.

Gu Xiangsi suddenly tilted her head and bit his shoulder. Fu Sinian’s breath hitched, but as he leaned down, he deliberately turned his face away, missing her lips and leaving only a fierce mark on her earlobe.

“You want it? Beg me.”

She whimpered, straining to reach his lips, only for him to pin both her wrists above her head with one hand.

“Weren’t you so bold when you left back then?”

He sneered, yet his other hand gently brushed aside the sweat-dampened hair clinging to her forehead. “Now you know how to beg?”

What infuriated him most was that she couldn’t even recognize who he was now.

She squirmed restlessly in discomfort, and Fu Sinian suddenly dug his fingers into the dip of her waist. “Try moving again.”

When Gu Xiangsi actually stopped struggling, he grew even more agitated, roughly yanking open his collar. “Cat got your tongue?”

Bending down, he hauled her up, this time finally capturing those lips that had haunted his sleepless nights for five years in a searing kiss.

“Gu Xiangsi.” He panted against her forehead, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.

Suddenly, the woman in his arms gagged and curled into herself.

“Don’t-”

Before he could finish, warm vomit splattered across his shirt.

Fu Sinian’s expression darkened instantly. He shoved her aside and grabbed a wet wipe, scrubbing at the mess in frustration.

With an irritated tug, he undid his shirt buttons, yanked a T-shirt from the drawer, and pulled it on, muttering curses under his breath.

“I must have owed you in a past life!”

Gu Xiangsi slumped weakly in the seat, then suddenly wrinkled her nose in disgust and covered her mouth.

The sound of Fu Sinian grinding his molars was barely audible. “You’re the one who threw up, and now you’re disgusted by your own mess?”

The car slowly pulled into the estate’s garage.

Gu Xiangsi stumbled out, her high heels teetering dangerously on the cobblestones.

She barely managed to brace herself on her knees before dry heaving again, only for the night wind to whip her long hair into her face.

“Disgusting.”

A well-defined hand emerged from the shadows, roughly yanking her hair back.

Fu Sinian crouched beside her like someone picking up a stray cat, yet the grip on her hair instinctively softened.

“Mmm…” She tried to straighten up using his support, but her legs suddenly gave way.

As she tipped backward, an arm shot out to catch her falling waist.

“Not tired of throwing yourself at me yet?”

Fu Sinian scoffed, but he had already swept her up into a bridal carry.

The hem of her soiled dress brushed against his tailored trousers, making his temple twitch. “Gu Xiangsi,” he gritted out.

The drunk in his arms unconsciously nuzzled his chest, and he immediately stiffened, turning his face away.

“Keep moving, and I’ll toss you into the fountain.” Yet the arm cradling her knees tightened ever so slightly.

Dr. Chen examined her briefly.

“She’s thrown up some of it and didn’t drink too much, just a bit drunk. Give her this and observe for two hours. If there are no other symptoms, she’ll be fine.”

The moment Dr. Chen’s footsteps faded down the corridor, Gu Xiangsi’s phone rang from her bag.

She fumbled it out and mumbled a response. Qin Shiwei’s voice came through the receiver:

“Xiangsi, where are you? What happened?”

“I… I’m home.”

Gu Xiangsi clutched her phone and mumbled.

After a brief exchange, she hung up and collapsed onto the sofa, burying her face in a cushion as if ready to pass out.

“Gu Xiangsi.”

Fu Sinian reached out and nudged her. “You’re just going to sleep like this?”

Her drunken eyes were hazy, and suddenly, she slapped his hand with a sharp smack, her nails leaving three red marks across his wrist. “So annoying!”

Fu Sinian pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, staring at the rapidly forming handprint on his skin before letting out a low chuckle.

“Sharp claws.”

He leisurely undid his cufflinks, though his eyes darkened like a stormy sea. “Seems you’ve been scratching people a lot these years?”

In one swift motion, he gripped her chin, his thumb pressing into the dimple at the corner of her lips, the same spot he used to poke five years ago.

Gu Xiangsi winced and opened her mouth, only for him to shove two hangover pills inside.

“Swallow.”

His knuckle pressed mercilessly against her throat, forcing the pills down.

By the time Fu Sinian changed into loungewear and came downstairs, he froze mid-motion, towel still draped over his damp hair.

The figure on the sofa had just wiped her mouth with his custom-tailored suit, leaving behind a suspicious, glistening trail of drool on the expensive fabric.

“Gu… Xiang… Si.” Each syllable was ground out between clenched teeth, but when he saw her curled-up posture, his Adam’s apple bobbed.

“You’re… so familiar…”

She reached out as if to touch him, but Fu Sinian caught her wrist.

Taking in her flushed cheeks and dazed eyes, an inexplicable fury burned in his chest. “You still haven’t learned any self-preservation?”

Without another word, he hauled her over his shoulder.

Gu Xiangsi squirmed, complaining about dizziness and nausea, only for Fu Sinian to warn, “Dare to throw up and see what happens?”

She quieted instantly.

He strode into the bathroom and unceremoniously dumped her into the bathtub, turning on the showerhead. Warm water cascaded down in a rush.

Gu Xiangsi barely managed to push herself halfway up.

“Keep struggling…”

He leaned over her, caging her in, their tangled shadows stretching across the tub.

“…and I’ll sleep with you.”

At that, the curled-up figure flinched violently, like a startled cat.

Her soaked white blouse clung to her back, outlining her slender waist, while her jeans hugged her delicate legs. She looked so small, curled into a tight ball in the vast bathtub, fragile and alone.

A strange tightness gripped Fu Sinian’s chest.

Then, he looked down to find Gu Xiangsi gazing up at him with drunken, pleading eyes, damp like rain-soaked apricot blossoms.

“Can you… help me wash my hair?”