"Why am I so useless, waaah—" Su Wan sobbed, wiping her tears, then tipped the beer bottle for another swig.
Watching her laugh one second and cry the next, Jiang Cheng shook his head in amused pity. "How are you useless?"
"I couldn't even fight back—useless, right? And they're still trashing me online…"
"That's it? No big deal. Next time someone hits you, hit back."
Su Wan gave a wry smile and shook her head.
"Sister Xiaoxiao already called; they're handling the online PR."
Jiang Cheng hadn't meddled in company affairs, but he frowned. "Why are you still taking these bit parts? Didn't you sign with us?"
"The old agency booked it—just a few scenes left…" She sniffled and hugged the bottle again.
Pearl-like tears spilled as if they cost nothing; a beauty crying tugs every heartstring.
Jiang Cheng didn't offer much comfort.
He stepped in only because Su Wan belonged to his label.
An artist under his own roof gets slapped—what boss would swallow that?
He glanced at Wang Sheng's message: they'd begun digging up dirt on Lin Ru's diva antics and newbie-bashing, ready to trend it.
After more drinks Su Wan was out cold, her phone long dead.
Left with no choice, Jiang Cheng called a chauffeur and had the porsche driven back.
He hailed another cab to a nearby hotel and booked a twin room.
He laid Su Wan on the bed; her perfect curves—especially those two big bowls—made him feel the heat.
He didn't dare stare; taking advantage would sour everything.
And there might never be a next time.
Better to play the long game; one night wasn't worth the risk.
After brainwashing himself several times, he reluctantly turned away.
He took a deep breath, stepped out, showered fast, and crashed into bed.
Sleep keeps the mind from wandering.
Soon Jiang Cheng was out.
Past midnight, rustling noises woke him—then the faint sound of running water.
Must've been bursting; the splashing went on and on.
A while later came the shower's steady spray.
After chanting a bit of Daoist scripture he heard nothing more; Su Wan had probably gone back to bed.
Just as he drifted off again, he sensed someone entering the bedroom.
Su Wan, half-dazed, lifted his quilt and crawled right in.
A head-turning fragrance drifted into his nose.
Worse, she seemed oblivious, pressing her body against his.
No wonder they call her Big Bowls—nice bounce.
Though they were glued together, Jiang Cheng dared not move much.
He'd test the waters first in case she woke up.
After a long moment he realized this stalemate wouldn't end.
At this rate he'd get zero sleep tonight.
Plus her naughty little hand kept tracing his eight-pack even in sleep.
He made up his mind and went for it—hands on.
Screw it; deal with consequences later.
He tilted her chin and kissed her hard.
The half-asleep Su Wan let out a muffled squeak.
That single moan made Little Brother stage a protest.
His assault grew fiercer; the virgin Su Wan, yanked into a frantic kiss, sobered instantly.
She shrieked and shoved him away.
"Boss… don't! What are you doing?" Fox-spirit reborn, her terrified yet seductive tear-filled eyes only spurred him on.
If Jiang Cheng weren't a man of principle, she'd have no escape right now.
Feigning a headache, he clutched his head. "Su Wan, why are you in my room?"
Seeing his bewildered look, she glanced around, equally stunned.
She remembered showering and heading back to bed—had she really walked into the wrong room?
Rubbing her temples, she swallowed at the sight of his abs; she'd never guessed he was this ripped.
Noticing his burning gaze, she hurriedly adjusted her slip.
After their clinch, Jiang Cheng had already seen everything.
Covering up now only accentuated the obvious.
Su Wan had no idea how to face this.
Jiang Cheng struck first: "Sharing a room with you is too risky—I nearly lost my virtue."
His words left her speechless.
He reaped the rewards and still played the victim!
Meeting her wide-eyed stare, he shamelessly said, "Let's sleep; I'm beat after all that booze."
His reminder snapped her back; she clutched the neckline of her slip.
Face burning, she sprinted out barefoot.
Back in her room she replayed the scene and felt her whole body flush.
She'd never been that physically close to a man.
Seeing the faint red marks on her skin, she whispered, "That hungry, really?"