The Tycoon's Mysterious Darling Wife
Chapter 123. Where is the evidence? (Second update)

Chapter 123: 123. Where is the evidence? (Second update)

Only Wu Qian and Zhou Liang were in the booth, and despite the noisy bar atmosphere, Wu Qian still felt very awkward, occasionally sipping her juice and looking around restlessly.

But Chen Qingtian hadn’t shown up; instead, she felt hotter and hotter. Wu Qian thought it was due to poor air circulation in the bar and didn’t pay much attention to it, so she took out her phone to call Chen Qingtian.

Zhou Liang didn’t stop her; he just watched leisurely.

The call connected, but no one answered. After Wu Qian made two calls and was about to make a third, it was abruptly hung up on her. Trying again, she found the phone had been turned off.

A vague unease settled in her heart, "Qingtian’s phone is off, could something have happened?"

Worried, Wu Qian straightened her face. This was a bar, and all kinds of people came here—it was possible for some pervert to take a fancy to men.

She stood up, intending to look for Chen Qingtian, but as soon as she did, she collapsed back into her seat, drained of strength.

Zhou Liang moved closer, asking with concern, "What’s wrong?"

Wu Qian shook her head, "I might have been a bit dizzy from the drink earlier. I’m fine. Let’s hurry up and look for Qingtian, I am worried something happened to him."

"Okay, I will accompany you to look for him," Zhou Liang said as he stepped forward to help Wu Qian up.

Wu Qian did not refuse this time and with Zhou Liang’s assistance, she stood up. They walked around the route to the restrooms but couldn’t find Chen Qingtian. Instead, Wu Qian felt hotter and hotter, her body suffused with a sense of emptiness.

Her skin was frighteningly hot, her cheeks flushed, her gaze dazed. Seeing that the drug had almost taken full effect, Zhou Liang shifted his hand from her arm and wrapped it around her waist, "I think Qingtian must have gotten drunk and gone home early. I will send you back to find him."

Wu Qian’s head was a bit muddled, waves of emptiness surged through her, eroding her reason. She just felt that the body beside her was so refreshingly cool, and unconsciously, she leaned closer to Zhou Liang.

She didn’t quite catch what Zhou Liang said; in a daze, she nodded and obediently followed him out of the bar. Zhou Liang handed his car keys to a valet waiting at the bar’s entrance and told him the address of a nearby hotel.

Wu Qian and Zhou Liang sat in the backseat, Wu Qian writhing restlessly, her hands unconsciously tugging at her neckline.

The hotel wasn’t far, and soon Zhou Liang was supporting Wu Qian out of the car, entering the hotel’s elevator. Leaning against the cold elevator wall, a sudden chill jolted Wu Qian back to some clarity. Looking around, she realized something was wrong.

"This isn’t my home. Where is this?"

Zhou Liang smiled, "You’re drunk and seeing things. This is your home. We are in the elevator, we’ll be there soon."

Even though Wu Qian was not completely clear-headed at that moment, a shred of rationality lingered, "This isn’t my home, my home’s elevator isn’t like this."

Just then, the elevator door opened. Wu Qian struggled to get out, but Zhou Liang stepped forward and easily confined her in his embrace.

"It’s alright, we’ve arrived, we’re almost home. Just be good."

Wu Qian continued to struggle, wanting to leave this place, but how could she compete against Zhou Liang, who had both drunk and drugged her? Soon, she was taken to a hotel room.

Zhou Liang brought Wu Qian directly to the bedroom bed, tossing her onto it where she fell.

The room’s heater was on. Originally, Wu Qian, who had regained some clarity, started to feel even hotter because of the warmth.

After locking the room door, Zhou Liang ignored her and went into the bathroom to shower.

When he had finished showering and came out, he saw Wu Qian lying on the bed, breathing faintly, whispering broken moans.

Zhou Liang smiled, his gaze deepening as he looked at the person on the bed. He pulled off the towel wrapped around his waist, tossing it carelessly on the floor, and then leaned over her.

His skin was somewhat cool from the shower as he approached Wu Qian, and she automatically embraced him. She was so hot, her reason eroded by the drug. She was unconsciously seeking a source of coolness.

That night, the man’s heavy breathing and the woman’s soft moans lasted for a very long time.

The next morning.

When Wu Qian opened her eyes, what met her sight was an unfamiliar setting. Her head was still a bit groggy, and she felt discomfort throughout her body, especially in her lower half, causing her mind to blank for a moment.

Realizing what might have happened, her face turned deathly pale. She turned her head and a face that was both familiar and strange entered her view. She stared in stunned silence, and then let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Zhou Liang, who was sleeping soundly, jerked awake at the scream and sat up abruptly, shouting grumpily, "What a racket first thing in the morning."

Because he sat up so suddenly, he dragged the blanket away, revealing her exposed chest. Having already experienced what had happened, how could she not know what took place last night?

She snatched the blanket, covering herself, "What... what did you do to me?"

Her finger pointed at Zhou Liang, trembling.

Zhou Liang was extremely irritable from being woken up, and his face showed it, "What happened, can’t you see for yourself?"

"I am Qingtian’s girlfriend, how could you do this to me, how can you face Qingtian?" Wu Qian was angry, her body shaking involuntarily.

Zhou Liang laughed, "Do you think I would touch you without Qingtian’s consent?"

Wu Qian’s face turned white, "No, it’s impossible, Qingtian wouldn’t do this to me. You’re lying to me."

Zhou Liang looked at her pale and bloodless face, feeling a rare twinge of pity, "I’ll tell you the truth, Qingtian has wanted to dump you for a long time. He was only toying with you, and you, foolishly took him seriously. Why do you think Qingtian disappeared halfway through last night? Because he had a new target, eager to enjoy a spring breeze with someone else."

"That can’t be true, it’s impossible, Qingtian loves me, he wouldn’t betray me, you’re lying to me." Wu Qian refused to believe it, shaking her head vigorously.

"If you don’t believe it, what are you afraid of, why the shivers?" Zhou Liang spoke piercingly, "Now that Qingtian no longer wants you, considering how passionate you were yesterday, I’ll take you in for now. Rest assured, I’m always generous with women, I won’t let you down."

Wu Qian looked at him with hate in her eyes, "Don’t even think about it. What happened last night wasn’t voluntary, you forced me, I’ll tell Qingtian you raped me. I’ll go to the police."

Zhou Liang’s expression darkened, his gaze at Wu Qian turned dangerous, he grasped her chin, "I forced you? Who was it that clung to me refusing to let go last night, continuously asking for more? Do you need me to help jog your memory?"