Baby! Be good! Don't be afraid! Your husband isn't a wild animal!

The driver was already waiting at the hotel entrance.

Seeing that his master was actually carrying Miss Gu out, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and opened the back door.

Mo Yeting carried Gu Zhihua into the car, but instead of putting her down, he adjusted his posture and held her in his arms.

Gu Zhihua snuggled closer to him, nestled in his arms, very obedient and well-behaved.

Mo Yeting thought she was very obedient, especially when drunk, but little did he know that he would soon refute this idea himself.

The driver closed the car door, returned to the driver's seat, raised the partition, and started the car to return to the manor.

Ink Garden.

The driver brought the car to a stop.

Mo Yeting carried the person out of the car and walked towards the villa.

Butler Mo stepped forward, "Fourth Master, what's wrong with Miss Gu?"

"I'm drunk," he replied.

"Should I arrange for a maid...?"

Butler Mo was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"No need," he said, then carried Gu Zhihua upstairs on his own.

On weekdays, no servants are kept on duty at the main villa after 8 o'clock. Mo Yeting prefers peace and quiet, and he will only ask the housekeeper to send someone over if there is something urgent.

Butler Mo watched them go upstairs and muttered to himself, "Fourth Master and Miss Gu are developing so quickly, that's wonderful."

He tactfully closed the door of the main villa and left.

Mo Yeting carried her back to the room. Just as he placed her on the bed, she suddenly grabbed his hand, opened her dazed eyes, and asked, "Do you also want to abandon me?"

Before Mo Yeting could speak, she continued:

"I really didn't push her down the stairs..."

"My biological parents don't believe me, they don't want me anymore..."

Mo Yeting gently rubbed her head with his other hand. "You don't need to care about others. You have me, that's enough."

Gu Zhihua stared at him intently, "You're not allowed to lie to me."

"Yes, I won't lie to you, I will never lie to you," he said with certainty.

Gu Zhihua shook her head. "You were just about to leave me. I don't believe it."

He was somewhat helpless; this little drunkard had absolutely no sense of security. He had no choice but to get into bed, pull her into his arms, and say, "I won't leave. Do you believe me now?"

Gu Zhihua leaned against him, her hand inadvertently resting on his pectoral muscles, and she subconsciously gave it a squeeze.

"What is this?" she asked, squeezing it a few more times.

Mo Yeting felt he had brought this on himself, that she had provoked him again. He grabbed her restless little hand and said, "Stop messing around, these are my pectoral muscles."

Hearing this, Gu Zhihua became even more curious. She smiled foolishly and said, "I... I've never touched an eight-pack. Have you?"

Mo Yeting's voice was low and restrained, "Do you know you're playing with fire? Hmm?"

She struggled free her hand from his large grasp. "I want to touch your abs, your eight-pack abs..."

Her hand touched it, and the feel was amazing. She squealed with delight, "Wow! It feels so good!"

Mo Yeting's face showed great restraint; this woman was taking advantage of his drunkenness to flirt with him.

He rolled over, pinning her beneath him, and lowered his head to kiss her.

Gu Zhihua felt uncomfortable, as if he was swallowing up the air, and patted his shoulder haphazardly, "Ugh..."

He didn't leave her lips until she couldn't breathe, her face flushed from suffocation, his breath slightly ragged, his voice hoarse: "Are you still going to cause trouble?"

Her cheeks flushed, her breathing became ragged, and she pouted, "Why are you being so mean... I just wanted to feel what eight-pack abs look like..."

Mo Yeting flicked her forehead gently. "Go to sleep and stop making a fuss, or I don't want to be some kind of gentleman."

Her head was spinning, and she couldn't hear anything. She felt a lightness on her body as Mo Yeting got out of bed. Her hands groped around in the air. "Where...where did my eight-pack abs go?"

Mo Yeting covered her with the blanket and coaxed her softly, "Go to sleep, and when you wake up, I'll let you touch my abs, the eight-pack kind."

Gu Zhihua nodded obediently, finally taking it to heart. She was also a little tired from all the commotion, so she slowly closed her eyes.

Mo Yeting took a deep breath, returned to his room, and went straight into the bathroom for another long, cold shower. This little drunkard was only concerned with stirring up trouble, but not with putting it out...