Best Delinquent Wife's Order: Rise Again, Hubby

Gu Anhao wobblily walked out of the bathroom and suddenly bumped into a tall figure.

She was dizzy, and a cold, clean masculine scent channelled into her nose. She inexplicably began to lose control of her consciousness and instinctively got herself entangled with him.

The man's arms mercilessly pushed her away but she wrapped her arms around him again with her sweet lips planted on his...

The man sensed unusual heat after touching her body, realizing that she had taken something that she should not have. Obviously, he should have rejected her kiss, but the extremely stubborn petite woman in his arms tugged on his lips with awkward clumsiness. Unbeknownst to her, his teeth were going to be knocked out by her lips.

An act so simple and straightforward made it all the more alluring. He suddenly held the back of her head and deepened the kiss, aggressively seeking the tip of her tongue.

In the midst of the flirtatious kiss, a student ID fell to the ground from Anhao's pocket.

The man's sharp black eyes glimpsed on the contents of the student ID, and he instantly pushed her away like he was struck by a bolt of lightning.

'Gu Anhao. 19 years old. A High School, Year-3 student.'

Anhao did not understand why she was suddenly pushed away and was about to pounce on him again, but the man's hand was firmly keeping her away from him.

At the same time, Anhao also felt that the wine in her stomach was making her stomach churn even more. With her body leaning forward, she threw up with a groan—

"Blurgh"

While enduring her giddiness, her stomach felt much better instantly.

She forced her eyes wide open and lowered her head, she first saw a pair of high-end handmade black leather shoes, which unfortunately were utterly covered in her vomit.

She looked up again and glanced at his pair of high-quality expensive trousers, even his trouser legs were not spared by her vomit.

Without realizing it, she could feel that the man's legs were slender, and his figure looked impressive. As her gaze slowly trailed up, she saw his white shirt that offset the outstandingly chiseled body of his, without giving the coat slung on his shoulder more than a glance, her eyes trailed even higher.

In a flash, upon seeing the man's eyes being as cold as ice springs along with his slightly knitted eyebrows, Anhao roused from her drunkenness abruptly and apologized profusely.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it!"

The man's good-looking thin lips were pursed on his expressionless face, while the stains on both his trousers and shoes seemed to keep him from moving his legs.

Despite that, he was obviously a dignified man. Seeing that she was still a student, he finally tolerated this drunk girl who had come out of nowhere, only giving her a cold look before turning around to leave.

Anhao remembered the charming kiss just now, and quickly reached out to grab his arm. "Wait!"

The man's figure seemed rather sluggish as he turned his head to look at her hands tightly wrapped around his arm. Even though he was dignified, there was a trace of disgust in his eyes that could not be concealed, and his clear, perfect voice was as chilly as autumn morning dews. "Let go of me."

However, Anhao, feeling weak all over, could not help but lean on his arm as her body felt even hotter than it was.

She instinctively shook his arm. "Sir, I may have been drugged. Can you… Blurgh..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the man's considerably calm face instantly turned blue.

Slowly lowering his head, he looked at the new stain the girl had made on his shirt, and his handsome complexion gradually turned from that of being blue to dark…

He did not have time to say anything as Anhao's eyes had turned black and she weakly fell into his arms.

***

Headache.

Anhao lifted her hands, she felt as if her head was about to explode.

After opening her eyes in a blur, she hurriedly covered her eyes due to the bright glare and her fingers gradually separated a little. Upon adjusting to the light, she found herself sleeping in a luxurious and spacious clean room.

And out of the corner of her eyes, she saw her bare arms. Feeling a chill run down her back, she sat up suddenly.

She lowered her head and lifted the blanket, only to find a set of white undergarments on her body.

Her head that had been hurting like hell at first instantly started firing up! She tried hard to recall what happened last night but could not remember anything.

There seemed to be an unfamiliar man in that vague memory of hers. She vomited on him, and finally,... she fell into the man's arms...

Anhao's face twitched visibly. Her first reaction was that she was lucky the man did not throw her aside onto the streets. Her second reaction was to suddenly clench her fists tight onto the blanket in a panic and anxiously look around the whole bedroom.

'Sh*t! All I did was vomit on him. I can't have possibly been raped as compensation for the ruined clothes?'

While thinking and scolding from the bottom of her heart, she suddenly heard a door creaking open in this spacious room... It seemed that the door of the other bedroom was being opened.

Coming out from the room was the figure that she could vividly remember from last night. Anhao's eyes shifted and she stared directly at the man's face, recognizing that he was the man from last night, then she quickly extended her arm and pointed at him. As she was about to lash out, she suddenly saw that there was only a bathrobe on the man.

She lowered her head again to look at the undergarments she was wearing, then she yelled while gritting her teeth in anger, "Shameless! You animal!"

Zuo Hancheng, who had just come out from another bedroom, seemed to have just noticed that the girl on the bed was already awake.

He faintly glanced at her, and then directly went round the white bed in the bedroom. He went to the coffee table in front of the sofa by the window, picked up a file and briefly glanced at it.

The man's every single move and action were very stunning. Anhao came to her senses and clutched onto the blanket with a tearful face, saying, "How can there be someone like you? I just broke up with someone, and it never occurred to me that I would stumble upon such a drunken-mistake-like cliché. How can you do this to me? You're way out of line... "

Zuo Hancheng looked at the file in his hand and heard the girl crying and howling drearily on the bed while holding onto the blanket. Being slightly baffled at her woeful lament, his brows furrowed. 

Glancing back at her, he finally opened his mouth, with his cold, quiet voice being a bit unfriendly, "Who did you say you had a drunken mistake with? I'm not that desperate."

With that said, he glanced at both her student ID and her over-the-top blonde curly wig that were thrown onto the bedside table. "And I don't have such extreme taste."

"..."

Anhao's head snapped upward and she looked at him. Noticing barely a twitch of his eyebrows, he was apparently not bothered by her indignant act of defiance.

After putting down the file, he merely glanced at her placidly before shifting his gaze.

"You vomited not only on my clothes last night, but also all over yourself. Your clothes were taken off by the hotel room staff."

Anhao felt relieved hearing that but her face turned dark after hearing the man's next words.

"I don't have the habit of collecting dirty stuff, and I would definitely not touch you. Don't flatter yourself nor blow your own trumpet."

'What the hell!

'You're pissing me off!'