I'm Poor

Just as Bai Pu couldn't help but ask Song Li what he meant, Song Li slapped his thigh and said regretfully, "Why didn't you stay a bit longer?"

Bai Pu, Lu Zhaohe, and Jiang Lin: "???"

"So you didn't see the woman with Brother Lu?" Song Li's sudden change of topic eased the tense atmosphere among the three.

Bai Pu broke out in a cold sweat and chuckled, "No, I didn't see her."

Song Li lowered his head, "What a pity. I'm really curious about what kind of woman Brother Lu likes."

Bai Pu perked up and listened intently.

Lu Zhaohe toyed with the untouched glass of alcohol in his hand and said, "I like someone who doesn't cost money, preferably free. After all, I'm poor."

With these words, Bai Pu's face turned from red to the roots of her ears because she knew that Lu Zhaohe's remark was mocking her.

Song Li and the others sighed, not about what kind of woman Lu Zhaohe liked specifically, but about his statement, "After all, I'm poor."

"If you're poor..." Song Li was about to retort but was met with a nonchalant look from Lu Zhaohe, so he immediately changed his tone, "Of course, it depends on who we're comparing with. Compared to Bai Pu, we are indeed quite poor."

The power of the Bai family in Gang City was well known, but it was all thanks to Bai Pu's father and brother, and she had little to do with it. Just as she was about to explain, Jiang Lin suddenly leaned in and pulled her into his arms proudly, saying, "Also, look at who's wife."

Song Li showed an envious expression.

Lu Zhaohe averted his gaze and remained silent.

Afterward, Lu Zhaohe's friends suddenly turned their attention to Jiang Lin, and they jokingly made Jiang Lin drink two catties of liquor.

Seeing that they had all drunk enough, Lu Zhaohe stood up calmly, "Alright, we all have flights tomorrow. Let's end it here for today. Fourth, you take Song Li and Jiang Lin back."

The man referred to as 'Fourth,' wearing glasses, had drunk quite a bit but still seemed clear-headed. He agreed, "Sure, which hotel is Jiang Lin staying at?"

Bai Pu was about to speak up when Lu Zhaohe interrupted in a low voice, "Just book a room nearby for the two of them."

"Alright."

Jiang Lin and Song Li were practically escorted out of the private room.

In an instant, the spacious room was only left with a dizzy Bai Pu in the corner and Lu Zhaohe sitting upright in the center.

Bai Pu stole a glance at Lu Zhaohe and found him staring at her without blinking.

Her face turned red again, and knowing she couldn't hide, she had no choice but to raise her head, struggle to stand up, and stagger towards Lu Zhaohe.

Unfortunately, she didn't notice the spilled alcohol and the empty rolling bottles on the floor. She slipped, and her whole body fell straight into Lu Zhaohe's arms.

When she regained her senses, she found herself in Lu Zhaohe's embrace.

"You're in a hurry?" Lu Zhaohe allowed her to press against him and mockingly said in a nonchalant tone.

With things having come to this point, Bai Pu didn't want to explain. After all, she had drunk too much, and drinking gave her an excuse for her actions.

She squinted her peach blossom eyes, gently exhaled alcohol breath towards Lu Zhaohe, and mumbled, "You see, I've had too much to drink. If I did anything out of line, I won't take responsibility."

Lu Zhaohe found her action somewhat charming and unexpectedly raised an eyebrow, "Oh? With that said, I'm even more curious now."

He leisurely rested both hands behind his head and looked at her with great interest.

Even though Bai Pu had been drinking, she couldn't resist such provocation. She immediately leaned down and firmly pressed her lips against Lu Zhaohe's.

Lu Zhaohe was taken aback, and his body tensed up instantly.

He guessed that Bai Pu would make this move, but he didn't expect her to be so decisive and direct.

He thought that what followed would be enjoyable, but he didn't expect this woman to bite and nibble his lips without any pattern.

It hurt, and he instinctively pushed her away.

Bai Pu's body was too weak, and with just a slight force, she was flipped over and fell to the ground.

Her lower back hit the corner of the marble table, causing her to scream in pain as tears streamed down her face.

Actually, the pain is not so obvious when one is drunk, but Bai Pu cried because Lu Zhaohe's rejection instantly broke through her defenses, unleashing all the negative emotions she had suppressed for so many days.

Turning sorrow into tears, she vented her feelings to her heart's content.

Lu Zhaohe had knowledge on how to make a woman ecstatic, but he had no idea how to stop a woman from crying.

His first reaction was to check if she was injured.

He picked her up and placed her on the sofa, carefully examining her, only to find that she was not hurt at all.

So why was she crying?

It couldn't be because she wanted to bite him, and he refused, so she cried, could it?

After a moment of contemplation, he sighed and lifted her chin with one hand, lowering his head to kiss her.