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At this moment, Xia Yu no longer had any of the aloofness of an ice queen CEO.

Her white silk shirt was a little disheveled, and her black professional pencil skirt had been rolled up, revealing a large expanse of her long, beautiful legs encased in black stockings.

Several blond-haired men stared wide-eyed, swallowing hard as they reached out to grab Xia Yu's waist, intending to drag her into a budget hotel deep in the alley. It was obvious they wanted to "pick up" her while she was unconscious.

Jiang Ye originally didn't want to meddle in other people's business; he just wanted to live a peaceful life.

But looking at the disgusting faces of those blond-haired guys, he still frowned. After all, she was the ultimate beauty that Lei Heng praised to the heavens; he couldn't let these lowly scumbags really ruin her.

Jiang Ye strode over at a leisurely pace.

"open."

Jiang Ye's voice wasn't loud, but it sounded particularly cold in the quiet alley.

The group of blond-haired men were startled. They turned around and saw that Jiang Ye was alone, so they immediately became arrogant again.

"Damn it! Where did this nosy idiot come from? Can't you see we're doing something? Get lost and don't make trouble for yourself!" The leader, a blond-haired guy, pulled a switchblade from his pocket, snapped it open, and brandished it in front of Jiang Ye.

Jiang Ye didn't even glance at the knife.

He took out his wallet from his pocket, pulled out a few hundred-yuan bills, and casually threw them at the feet of the blond-haired man.

"Take this and buy some wine. I'm taking this woman with me," Jiang Ye said calmly.

Huang Mao glanced down at the several hundred yuan on the ground and immediately felt insulted. His face darkened, and he became displeased.

"Damn it, are you trying to fob me off? You think you can be a hero and save the damsel in distress with just a few hundred bucks? I want not only this woman, but also all your money!" the blond-haired man said viciously, beckoning his two companions to step forward and attack.

Jiang Ye stopped and slowly raised his head.

In that instant, his previously languid gaze suddenly became incredibly sharp, like a sleeping lion suddenly opening its eyes.

A powerful aura, honed through years of experience and navigating the complexities of Beijing's social circles, emanated from him without reservation.

Jiang Ye stood there quietly, his eyes coldly fixed on the blond-haired leader: "I'll count to three. Take the money, get out. Or, leave the money, and leave your hands behind."

"one."

Huang Mao shuddered under Jiang Ye's terrifying gaze, feeling a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. Having been in the underworld for so many years, he knew who to mess with and who not to mess with.

The man before me, though dressed plainly, exuded a murderous aura and oppressive presence that was far beyond what an ordinary person could possess! He was definitely a ruthless character!

"Two." Jiang Ye's voice was completely flat.

"Fine...you win! Let's go!"

Yellow Hair swallowed hard, picked up the money from the ground, put away his switchblade, and, along with his two companions, scrambled out of the alley, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Watching the thugs run away, Jiang Ye finally suppressed his aura and shook his head helplessly.

He walked over to Xia Yu, looked at the woman who was completely drunk, and sighed.

"Hey, wake up." Jiang Ye patted Xia Yu on the shoulder.

Xia Yu didn't react at all, only muttering something incoherently before her body went limp and she fell directly towards Jiang Ye.

Jiang Ye instinctively reached out and caught her.

A warm, soft body embraced me.

Jiang Ye had to admit that Lei Heng's eyes were indeed sharp.

This woman not only had a stunning figure, but also a faint, extremely pleasant body odor mixed with the scent of alcohol. Far from being unpleasant, it possessed a deadly allure.

"This is a real problem."

Jiang Ye muttered something, put one hand on Xia Yu's waist, and with the other hand opened her Hermes bag that had fallen to the ground. He rummaged through it and found an ID card.

By the light of the streetlamp, Jiang Ye could make out the address: No. 1 Hanzhou Bay, Building A, Room 2801.

Hanzhou Bay No. 1 is the most exclusive affluent area in Hanzhou, where a large penthouse starts at tens of millions of yuan. It seems this female CEO is indeed very wealthy.

Jiang Ye helped Xia Yu to the roadside and hailed a taxi.

"Master, Hanzhou Bay No. 1."

Jiang Ye helped Xia Yu into the back seat and then sat down himself.

The taxi driver, a middle-aged man, glanced at the stunningly beautiful woman who was completely drunk in the back seat through the rearview mirror, then looked at Jiang Ye, gave him a knowing smile, and stepped on the gas.

The car sped through the streets of Hanju late at night.

Because she had drunk too much, Xia Yu couldn't sit still in the back seat. As soon as the car turned, she lost her balance and fell directly into Jiang Ye's arms.

Jiang Ye wanted to push her away, but Xia Yu clung to Jiang Ye's arm like an octopus, nuzzling her head against his chest before finding a comfortable position and falling into a deep sleep.

As the car bumped along, physical contact between the two was inevitable.

Jiang Ye felt an amazing softness and elasticity in his arm.

The "e-commerce data report" that Lei Heng had mentioned in the bar involuntarily came to mind.

"F and above, accounting for less than 0.5%..."

Jiang Ye took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the strange restlessness in his heart.

He was a normal man, a normal man who had been a monk in the Shen family for seven years and had been subjected to seven years of cold violence by Shen Qing. It would be a lie to say that he wasn't moved at all by the advances of such a stunning beauty.

However, Jiang Ye has his own bottom line.

He tried to move his body closer to the car door, attempting to create some distance.

But Xia Yu seemed to have a tracking radar; for every inch Jiang Ye retreated, she advanced a foot, until finally most of her body was pressed against Jiang Ye.

Those astonishing sizes clung unreservedly to Jiang Ye's arm through the thin shirt.

Jiang Ye sighed helplessly and silently recited the Heart-Cleansing Mantra twice in his heart.

"This isn't my fault, the tofu just came to me of its own accord," Jiang Ye said to himself, trying to justify himself. He then stopped trying to avoid her and let Xia Yu lean on him.

...

Half an hour later, the taxi stopped in the underground parking garage of Hanzhou Bay No. 1.

Jiang Ye paid the fare, opened the car door, and tried to wake Xia Yu up.

"Mr. Xia, we're home. Wake up."

Xia Yu groggily opened her eyes, glanced at the unfamiliar surroundings, then closed them again, muttering, "I can't drink anymore... I really can't drink anymore..."

After saying that, his legs went weak and he slid to the ground.

Jiang Ye reacted quickly, grabbing her waist and lifting her up.

Seeing that Xia Yu could barely stand, Jiang Ye knew that it was impossible to expect her to walk back on her own.

"Consider it something I owe you."

Jiang Ye shook his head helplessly, bent down slightly, put his hands under Xia Yu's legs, and carried her on his back.

Xia Yu is very light, weighing less than 100 pounds.

However, those amazing curves clung tightly to Jiang Ye's back, constantly rubbing against him as he walked.

Jiang Ye's hands supported Xia Yu's calves.

Through the sheer black stockings, Jiang Ye could clearly feel the smoothness and firmness of her calves. There wasn't an ounce of excess fat; the feel was simply exquisite.

"I have to say, she is indeed a beauty." Jiang Ye sighed inwardly.