Marriage Seduction Addiction

Chapter 8 The Hand That Unbuttoned Her Skirt

The car was warm and clean as it drove smoothly. The driver tried his best to keep his eyes straight ahead, but he still couldn't help glancing at the rearview mirror several times.

Tang Xu leaned against the right-hand seat in the back row, her eyes closed in a state of unconsciousness.

Yan Shiyu was originally sitting on the other side.

However, Tang Xu was unconscious and weak. Even though she was wearing a seatbelt, her head still tilted to the side several times.

Finally, Yan Shiyu sat down next to her, offering her one shoulder so that her head could rest on it.

The car was extremely quiet, except for her, who was running a fever and had been drinking. She was probably feeling extremely unwell, as her breathing was rapid and noticeable.

Yan Shiyu remained seated, gazing out the window, toying with a black matchbox in his hand, silent and still.

Two figures, close together, were reflected in the dark window shadows.

It's hazy and ambiguous.

The car quickly arrived at the hotel parking lot and stopped at the elevator entrance.

Yan Shiyu helped Tang Xu up and unbuckled the seatbelt binding her.

The driver hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help but say, "The old man is still waiting for you at home."

He was an elder of the Yan family and had seen many things. Although there were many things that were inconvenient for him to say, Yan Shiyu was still young and had just returned to the country. In the end, he couldn't help but speak up to remind him.

Yan Shiyu simply responded and then carried Tang Xu's burning body into the elevator.

……

Tang Xu regained some consciousness amidst the chaos, but her eyelids were too heavy to open. She sensed someone pinching her face and slowly pouring water into her mouth.

The cool, soothing water made her feel much better. She tried to open her eyes, but could only manage to open them a crack.

There was a blurry figure in front of her, and at the same time, she felt someone untying the knot around her neck.

The meticulously sewn Chinese knot buttons, starting from the neck and going down, were loosened one by one in that person's hand...

Tang Xu felt uneasy, and even though she was not in her right mind, she still reached out her hand to try to stop that hand.

She grabbed at it haphazardly for a couple of seconds and finally caught it.

That hand was warm and dry, with a temperature that soothed her perfectly. After she grasped it, she turned and grabbed her hand in return.

She felt inexplicably at ease, but then lost consciousness again in the next moment.

……

The next morning, Tang Xu woke up in the hotel's large bed.

She was alone in the room.

She was in pain all over her body, her throat was dry and hoarse, and she stared at the unfamiliar hotel room for a long time before her mind gradually cleared.

Noticing something, Tang Xu lifted the blanket and took a look.

Beneath the sheet, her body was completely naked; her dress and clothes had vanished.

At the same time, the image of a tall, upright man flashed into my mind.

Yan Shiyu.

Yes, he was the last person she saw last night.

Before she could recall anything more, she suddenly heard the sound of a card being swiped at the door, and then someone pushed the door open and entered.

Tang Xu sat motionless on the bed, covered by the blanket, staring at the hallway leading to the door. For a moment, she didn't even know what she was thinking.

Then a woman who looked like a housekeeper appeared before her. Seeing that she was awake, she seemed relieved and said, "Miss Tang, you're awake."

Tang Xu struggled to regain her composure and responded. "You had a fever last night, and the doctor came to check on you. The fever should have subsided by now. Do you still feel unwell anywhere?" She stepped forward, poured Tang Xu a glass of water, and handed it to her.

Tang Xu drank half a glass of water and finally woke up completely.

Just as she put down her water glass, the butler handed her a bathrobe. "Your dress has been sent to the dry cleaners and will be back in about half an hour. Why don't you take a shower first? I'll prepare breakfast for you and bring it over. You can take your medicine after you eat."

"Okay, thank you."

Tang Xu's mind flashed through many scenes from last night. Just as the butler was about to leave, he finally called her back and asked, "When did Mr. Yan leave?"

The butler smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Yan brought you up, called a doctor for you, and then left."

Tang Xu nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

This is a hotel under the Yan family. She was a guest at the Yan family banquet last night and was rescued by Yan Shiyu on the way. It doesn't seem inappropriate for him to arrange for her to stay here.

only……

Tang Xu touched the collar of her bathrobe, inevitably recalling the hand that had untied her skirt in her hazy state...

……

After Tang Xu finished getting ready and got into the car to leave the hotel, she finally took her phone out of her handbag.

She roughly knew what kind of trouble the events at last night's banquet would cause, and since she expected to find it uncomfortable to watch, it was better to wait until later.

Sure enough, when she opened various popular media apps, there were all sorts of topics related to last night's banquet, but those related to her name were the most prominent.

There has been much discussion surrounding this topic, with the most popular being Zhuang Rou's revelation—

Everyone is discussing the veracity of the incident, who the victim is, and what kind of punishment the perpetrator should receive.

This unexpected surge in popularity was surprising to Tang Xu.

To be honest, she thought that splashing Yang Huai with those three cups of wine was embarrassing enough, but she didn't expect Zhuang Rou to jump out halfway and make things even bigger for her.

Although she didn't want this matter to be exposed or thoroughly investigated, she had no other choice since it had already come to this.

It was almost noon when Tang Xu returned to the Song family home. He paid for the car and got out, but was surprised to see a familiar Bentley parked in front of his house.

That was Jiang Muchen's car.

Tang Xu strode into the gate.

As I entered the living room, I heard Jiang Muchen's voice—

"...A person should only wear hats that match their abilities. When it's time to accept fate, you have to accept it. Sometimes, the more unwilling you are, the more you have to struggle to survive—"

As Tang Xu entered, his cold gaze fell upon her, and he slowly uttered the last sentence: "The more miserable your death, the better."

Song Yuting and Qin Yun were both there, and neither of them looked too happy.

After all, Jiang Muchen had never acknowledged them as his parents-in-law since their marriage, and now that Tang Xu was determined to divorce him, the atmosphere was really strange with the three of them sitting together.

Tang Xu smiled slightly, breaking the awkward silence, "You're here? Why didn't you tell me beforehand?"

"Compared to the surprise you brought me, what is this?" Jiang Muchen said.

Tang Xu glanced at Song Yuting's pale face and said, "This dress is too tight. I need to go upstairs and change first. Come up and tell me what you have to say."

After saying that, she walked upstairs, and Jiang Muchen actually got up and followed her.

The two went upstairs one after the other. Just as Tang Xu reached her room door, Jiang Muchen suddenly grabbed her from behind. Then, Jiang Muchen grabbed her neck and slammed her against the door.

He looked at her, his gaze so cold it seemed capable of freezing someone to death. "Who gave you permission to bring this up? Tang Xu, do you really think I wouldn't dare kill you?"

(End of this chapter)