Chapter 21: Making a Big Fortune

"Don't drink!"

By the time Zhou Miao rushed over, Cheng Heng had already drunk half a glass of wine, and his entire body was swaying slightly.

Zhou Miao pulled the waiter away and glared at the people around them.

When Cheng Heng saw her, his originally emotionless eyes slowly showed a little emotion.

"So spicy..." He looked at Zhou Miao, and there were some tears in his eyes.

"Spicy?"

Spiciness was a sensation of pain. Logically speaking, Cheng Heng should not have tasted spiciness, so why did he suddenly feel that the wine was very spicy?

Before Zhou Miao had time to be puzzled, Cheng Heng had already plastered his hot face onto Zhou Miao's hand dizzily. As he rubbed against her hand, he began tugging at his clothes.

Zhou Miao saw that the situation wasn't progressing in a positive direction, so she asked the waiter to get her a room. The holiday resort wasn't open yet, so there were many empty rooms.

When they got to the room, Cheng Heng was still in a dizzy state.

Zhou Miao took off Cheng Heng's coat. The wine was also spilled on his pants, which needed to be cleaned immediately.

Zhou Miao cupped Cheng Heng's face in her hands. "Your pants are wet now. You have to take them off or you will catch a cold." 

Cheng Heng was already dizzy from consuming the half glass of wine and did not know that he had to take off his pants. Instead, he kept rubbing his hand against Zhou Miao's hand, acting coquettishly as he rubbed.

"I miss… Sister…" 

Zhou Miao had no other choice but to let this guy carry on in this manner. She reached out to help him take off his wet pants.

When she was removing the pants, she couldn't avoid touching some unmentionable part. The actual size of that part made Zhou Miao's face turn red, and she felt like she was about to get drunk from that taste of alcohol as well.

Cheng Heng obediently allowed Zhou Miao to take off his clothes. His eyes were misty, and he seemed to be on the verge of crying.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Zhou Miao looked at him and asked with concern.

Cheng Heng looked at Zhou Miao, who was close to him, and reached out to hug her.

Their bodies were entwined tightly together. Cheng Heng's body was almost naked, exuding the pheromonal scent of a mature man.

The muscle lines on his arms were very attractive, and when he hugged her tightly, he exerted a little strength, which accentuated his muscles to perfection.

"If you're feeling unwell, let's go home first, okay?" Zhou Miao cajoled the other party in a low voice.

His body temperature seemed to have been raised by the alcohol. Lying in his arms, the heat from his body surged over her body.

Her face was already a little red, but now it was burning even more.

"Get up first."

"Hug, hug…" Cheng Heng murmured in her ear uncomfortably, his hot breath blowing on her ear.

Zhou Miao tried to hug Cheng Heng's waist gently. Cheng Heng rubbed against her hair in satisfaction and acted coyly, his breathing gradually calming down.

Zhou Miao's hand touched the skin on Cheng Heng's waist, and she could feel it was so hot that it seemed to burn.

Zhou Miao was a little dizzy. She didn't know what to do. Was she just going to let him hug her like this? Or should she do something else?

[Master, congratulations! You obtained 6 smiley faces.]

The hamster's voice interrupted Zhou Miao's thoughts.

Zhou Miao raised her head and saw the small number 6 under the smiley face above Cheng Heng's head.

Why was there a smiley face this time? Was it because he hugged her? Or was it because he had rubbed against her? Was it because she had taken off his clothes? Zhou Miao hugged Cheng Heng a little tighter, and the small number started to jump.

7… 8… The number rose rapidly and only stopped at 26.

Zhou Miao was shocked. So she could obtain smiley faces like this!

If physical contact could get her smiley faces so quickly, would she have to hug Cheng Heng more often in the future? This way, she would be able to earn enough smiley faces earlier.

However, this sounded too evil. In terms of emotional development, Cheng Heng still seemed to be a child.

Just as Zhou Miao was mulling over what to do, Cheng Heng seemed to have drifted off to sleep.

Zhou Miao slowly disentangled herself from his embrace, straightened her clothes, and prepared to go out to find some clothes for Cheng Heng.

In the banquet hall, she saw Yu Ying talking to the earlier waiter.

True to Zhou Miao's expectation, Yu Ying was unwilling to give up any chance to embarrass her.

[Hamster, Hamster.]

[Yes, Master?]

[I'll use 10 smiley faces to exchange for Good Luck Points.]

[No problem.]

"You did well today. I'll transfer the payment to your card." Yu Ying was talking to the waiter about what had happened today.

All along, Yu Ying liked to use money to bribe these lower-level workers and make them do some dirty work.

The waiter nodded in acknowledgment. He looked at the young, accomplished designer in front of him, who had a successful career and wonderful marriage at such a young age. He sighed in his heart, but he suddenly felt a little bewildered as he looked at Yu Ying.

"Miss Yu, is the mole on your face natural?"