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

Gu Zhihua glanced at the time; it was already past nine. She put down her book, stretched, and took her pajamas to the bathroom.

As soon as she finished showering and came out, she heard a knock on the door.

She thought it was Mo Yeting, since there was usually no one else at the main villa at this time.

She opened the door, only to find a maid standing there. "Miss Gu, Fourth Master is drunk. Could you please come downstairs and help him back to his room?"

"Drunk? Where's Butler Mo? Why don't we just have him help you up?" Gu Zhihua asked.

"Butler Mo will return to his villa after eight o'clock," the maid said again, forcing herself to speak. "Miss Gu, I'm really sorry, but could you please go down and help Fourth Master upstairs?"

"Where's Dr. Lu? Is he drunk too?" Gu Zhihua really didn't want to go downstairs.

"Yes, Dr. Lu was drunk, and Leng Yan took him home," the maid replied.

Gu Zhihua pondered for a moment, but before she could speak, the maid continued, "Miss Gu, only Fourth Master is downstairs. The young master doesn't allow us maids to touch him. Only you can help him upstairs, otherwise Fourth Master will have to spend the night downstairs. He just had a fever and isn't fully recovered yet, I'm afraid..."

The maid deliberately hesitated before speaking, making it sound very serious.

This trick worked! Gu Zhihua thought that he had just recovered from his illness, and if he slept downstairs, he might catch a cold, which would be terrible.

"Okay, I'll try to help him up." She thought about how heavy he was when she helped him to the sofa last time.

"Thank you, Miss Gu." The maid thought to herself, "I've finally convinced Miss Gu to help the person."

dining room.

Hearing footsteps, Mo Yeting quickly leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

Gu Zhihua walked into the dining room. There were three empty bottles on the table. They had drunk so much—three bottles! No wonder they were drunk.

Little did she know that this little bit of alcohol meant nothing to Mo Yeting; he was perfectly sober right now.

"Miss Gu, I'll head back now. Please take good care of Fourth Master." Without waiting for her reply, she quickly ran off.

Gu Zhihua sighed helplessly. How was she supposed to help him upstairs?

She went over and tried to wake him up, "Ah Ting, Ah Ting, wake up."

He knew she was too small to carry him upstairs, so he deliberately opened his eyes slowly, looking dazed, and said, "Hmm?"

"You're drunk. Let me help you upstairs. Can you walk?" Gu Zhihua asked.

"Zhihua~" His eyes were full of tenderness.

"Yes, it's me. Shall I help you back to your room?" she said, as if coaxing a child.

"Okay, I'll do whatever Zhihua says." He stood up, leaning on the table, deliberately swaying unsteadily.

She quickly steadied him, placing one of his hands on her shoulder. "Let's go."

Mo Yeting didn't answer, but followed her. This time he didn't deliberately push her, afraid of tiring her out.

Gu Zhihua felt that this weight was lighter than the day she was sick, which was good. She helped him upstairs.

Gu Zhihua finally helped him to his room and sat him on the bed. "A-Ting, now that you're in your room, I'll head back first. Get some sleep."

After saying that, she tried to leave, but Mo Yeting grabbed her hand. "Zhihua, help me take off my clothes."

"Huh?" Gu Zhihua shook her head violently. "You...you take it off yourself."

"Zhihua, I have OCD. I can't sleep without taking a shower. Can you help me take off my clothes and take me to take a shower? My hands won't obey me." As he spoke, he deliberately tried to unbutton his clothes, but couldn't.

"What? Take you to take a bath?" Remembering the ambiguous scene between the two of them in the bathtub last time, she dared not do it a second time.

Of the thirty-six stratagems, running away is the best; she wanted to escape.

He anticipated her prediction. With a little force, he pulled Gu Zhihua into his arms, and with a quick turn, she was beneath him.

No matter what, he had to get some benefits tonight. He lowered his head and kissed her. Gu Zhihua's beautiful eyes widened. She tried to push him away, but she couldn't.

Mo Yeting grabbed her hands and lifted them above his head.

She tensed up. Could he have been drunk and... taken advantage of her?

"Mo Yeting, what... what are you going to do?" she asked indistinctly.

"I like you, do you like me?" He pretended to be drunk to test her heart.

Gu Zhihua's brain froze on the spot. What did he say? He likes her?

No, impossible! She immediately refuted her own idea; he was drunk and was just talking nonsense.

Her heart was in turmoil. Why did she feel a little hopeful when he said he liked her?

She snapped out of her daze, and taking advantage of Mo Yeting's inattention, pushed him away and escaped from under him...

He watched the woman flee in disarray, and a dilemma struck him: did he like her or not?

Gu Zhihua rushed back to her room in one breath, closed the door and locked it from the inside. Leaning against the door, she felt her heart pounding violently. In the quiet room, she could almost hear the thumping of her heart.

My feelings are very complicated. I'm both looking forward to it and afraid of being disappointed. When he said "I like you," was he saying it to me? Or does he have another woman he likes?

Given the vast difference in their social status, it's impossible for her to marry him. Wealthy families value matching social standing, so she shouldn't develop feelings for him.

She shook her head, still feeling confused. "Forget it," she thought, "I'll stop thinking about it." She went back to bed, turned off the light, and closed her eyes.

She wasn't sleepy; all sorts of random thoughts kept popping into her head. She didn't know how much time had passed before sleepiness finally overcame her and she fell asleep.

The next day.

The alarm clock rang, and she got out of bed with dark circles under her eyes.

She washed up, changed her clothes, and went downstairs, intending to slip away.

Butler Mo came forward and said, "Miss Gu, Fourth Master wants you to have breakfast."

"Oh." She nodded, unable to refuse.

She walked into the dining room and secretly glanced at Mo Yeting, who was eating breakfast nonchalantly, not even giving her a second glance.

Did he black out from drinking last night? Did he really forget what happened last night? She wondered.

"Does looking at me make you feel full?" He didn't look up.

Gu Zhihua squinted and, noticing he wasn't looking at her, made a threatening gesture.

At this time.

He suddenly looked up and saw her adorable appearance, like a frantic little wildcat.

She quickly and deliberately tidied her hair, then sat down guiltily and buried her head in her food.

He smiled wryly. This little thing is both naive and playful.

She finished her breakfast quickly. "I'm going to school."

Before he could say anything, she slipped away.

Saint Virtue Academy.

When get out of class ended, Gu Zhihua got up and walked out. Song Mianmian glanced at her two lackeys, whose eyes revealed a sinister look, and immediately followed her out.

Gu Zhihua went to the restroom and randomly entered an empty stall.

The two women exchanged a glance. One of them picked up a bucket and filled it halfway with water, while the other took a box and placed it at the door of Gu Zhihua's cubicle.

The woman with the bucket stepped onto the box, and before Gu Zhihua could look up, half a bucket of water was poured directly over her head.

"Do you like this big gift I gave you?" Qiao Qingqing said arrogantly.

Gu Zhihua opened the door, her whole body still dripping wet, and couldn't help but shiver.

"My God, this is hilarious! Look at you, all soaked to the bone. You still want to be the Song family's daughter? Even if you were, so what? You've been spoiled rotten since you were little, and you reek of poverty." Lin Yuzhu said sarcastically.

Gu Zhihua thought of Mo Yeting's words: "If someone bullies you, fight back. I'll be your support."

Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth and said, "Laughing to death? Fine, I'll grant your wish and let you experience what it feels like to be on the verge of death."

After saying that, she grabbed Lin Yuzhu's hair, went to the tap, turned it on, and pressed her head under the tap, pouring cold water over her head.