184: Chapter 183 Her skirt had ridden up to her thighs, and I couldn't stand it anymore.

The night wind rustled the leaves of the sycamore trees.

Gu Qianqian was curled up inside Qin Feng's suit jacket, her face almost entirely buried in his chest.

Qin Feng patted her shoulder.

"Where are the car keys?"

Gu Qianqian let out a hum from her nose and rubbed her head against his chest twice, not hearing what he was saying at all.

Qin Feng sighed, his gaze falling on the small women's blazer draped over her.

He freed one hand and reached into the outer pocket of her blazer to feel around.

Just as he reached in, Gu Qianqian's body slipped downward.

Qin Feng instinctively used his wrist to support her waist.

This half-second of imbalance caused Gu Qianqian to bump right into him.

The exaggerated curves of her chest, strained against her black satin shirt, pressed firmly against the inside of Qin Feng's arm.

The soft sensation, mixed with her burning body heat, was transmitted through the thin fabric.

Qin Feng's breath hitched for a beat.

"Don't move around," he warned in a low voice.

Instead, Gu Qianqian doubled down, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. Her cheek rubbed against Qin Feng's shirt,

the tip of her nose sliding past the edge of his pectoral muscle as she let out an incoherent mumble.

Qin Feng gritted his teeth, pinched the car keys between two fingers to pull them out, and pressed the unlock button.

Not far away, the lights of the rolls-royce phantom flickered on.

Half-carrying and half-dragging her, Qin Feng finally got the woman to the passenger side door.

"Lift your feet."

Gu Qianqian didn't react at all, limp as a puddle of water.

Qin Feng had no choice but to hook one hand around her waist and use the other to support the back of her knees.

His fingertips inevitably brushed against the thin black stockings at the hem of her pencil skirt.

The silky touch combined with her body heat made Qin Feng's knuckles tighten.

With a bit of force, he tucked her into the leather seat of the passenger side.

As soon as Gu Qianqian hit the seat, her head tilted to the side, and her collar pulled open even wider from the movement.

A large expanse of snowy skin was exposed under the warm light of the car interior, that deep cleavage rising and falling with her breath.

Qin Feng leaned over to pull the seatbelt.

The space inside the car was narrow; half of Qin Feng's body was pressed over Gu Qianqian, their faces less than ten centimeters apart.

The scent of osmanthus mixed with green plum wine hit him directly in the face.

"Hot..."

Gu Qianqian frowned, her fingers irritably tugging at the buttons on her collar.

The collar, which was already unbuttoned, was pulled down by her, causing the black satin to slide directly below her shoulder.

One side of her rounded, fair shoulder was completely exposed,

and the crescent edge of her lace lingerie was faintly visible.

Qin Feng's hand pulling the seatbelt froze.

He took a deep breath, forced his gaze away, and clicked the seatbelt into the buckle on the right side of the seat.

"Click."

The crisp sound rang out.

As Qin Feng withdrew his hand,

the back of his hand accidentally brushed against the fabric of her pencil skirt on her outer thigh; the taut curves were full of elasticity.

A surge of heat rushed straight up within him.

From now on, he absolutely couldn't let Gu Qianqian touch a single drop of alcohol, not even fruit wine.

She was a lightweight but still insisted on drinking.

Qin Feng straightened up, closed the car door, and walked around to the driver's side to sit down.

He started the car and drove toward Zhongshan International.

Qin Feng held the steering wheel with one hand, his peripheral vision scanning the passenger seat.

Gu Qianqian was sleeping fitfully, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, her arms crossed over her chest.

This woman was as cold as a block of ice when sober, but she was quite alluring when drunk.

Qin Feng shook his head and focused on driving.

Half an hour later, the car entered Zhongshan International.

The rolls-royce phantom parked in the private garage.

He turned off the engine, got out, and opened the passenger door.

Qin Feng unbuckled her seatbelt and hoisted her up again.

He swiped his fingerprint to unlock the villa's main door.

"Beep."

The sensor lights lit up along the way with his footsteps.

Three floors above ground, one below, with over a thousand square meters of usable space.

The massive living room had a ceiling nearly eight meters high, with a crystal chandelier emitting a cold, clear light.

The whole-house smart constant-temperature air conditioning was running, and the air didn't have the slightest hint of domestic life.

Forget daily ornaments; even the shoe rack in the foyer only held two pairs of standard hotel slippers.

In front of the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, heavy Italian imported blackout curtains were drawn tight.

Qin Feng supported Gu Qianqian across the living room and placed her on the four-meter-long cream-colored leather sofa.

As soon as Gu Qianqian touched the sofa, she curled up completely.

Qin Feng took off his suit jacket, which smelled of alcohol, casually loosened his tie, and turned toward the open kitchen.

After all that trouble, his throat was parched.

Qin Feng pulled open the imported double-door refrigerator that cost hundreds of thousands.

It was completely empty.

Two rows of chilled Evian mineral water stood lonely on the side door.

Cold air rushed out; Qin Feng grabbed a bottle of mineral water, twisted off the cap, and downed half of it.

He turned and scanned the bar counter.

No kettle, no coffee machine, not even an extra glass.

Holding the half-bottle of mineral water, Qin Feng leaned against the kitchen island and looked at the woman lying on the sofa.

This villa was clearly equipped with a private elevator and six bedroom suites with independent walk-in closets and bathrooms,

and the basement even had a designed IMAX media room, a constant-temperature wine cellar, a professional gym, and a cigar room.

Yet this woman just used this place as a high-end hotel for sleeping.

Working sixteen hours a day back-to-back, she probably hadn't set foot in those top-tier entertainment facilities once.

It was a total waste of good things.

Qin Feng walked back to the living room and stood by the sofa.

Gu Qianqian rolled over, clearly annoyed by the restriction on her legs.

One of her feet kicked twice in mid-air, the heel catching on her other ankle and pushing downward.

"Thud."

A black, red-bottomed stiletto fell onto the handmade wool carpet, making a muffled sound.

She kicked off the other high heel in the same manner.

Freed from the shoes, Gu Qianqian curled her legs up,

her toes curling slightly as they touched the cool leather surface of the sofa,

her fair arches tensing into a highly seductive and sexy curve.

Gu Qianqian mumbled, seemingly talking to someone in her dream.

Qin Feng stood there, staring at her for a couple of seconds.

"What was that?" Qin Feng asked.

Gu Qianqian didn't answer; her brows furrowed tighter, and she hugged her shoulders as if resisting some invisible cold.

This was just a shell squeezed to its limit by work.

The heat in Qin Feng's heart subsided a bit, replaced by a touch of pity.

After surviving for three years in a cutthroat place like Wall Street and coming back to take over the mess of Qin Sheng, the pressure must be unimaginable.

Once this crisis for the Qinsheng Group passed, he would have to take her out to relax.

He bent over, picked up the two high heels from the floor, and placed them next to the coffee table.

He prepared to go upstairs to get a blanket.

Just as he turned around,

the leather sofa behind him made the sound of leather rubbing against leather.

Gu Qianqian felt too hot and kicked her legs out forcefully,

her entire body rotating a hundred and eighty degrees on the sofa until she was lying on her back.

This overextended struggling motion caused her tight, knee-length black pencil skirt to lose its resistance.

The fabric surged upward along the silky skin of her thighs.

It receded all the way to the top of her thighs.

Qin Feng turned his head back.

Two straight, slender legs were exposed to the air without any concealment,

gleaming with a breathtaking, creamy white luster under the cold white lights of the living room. As the edge of the pencil skirt receded,

it even faintly revealed a layer of extremely thin black lace fabric, clinging tightly to the seductive snowy curves of her inner thighs.

Completely unaware, Gu Qianqian let out a comfortable sigh,

her waist arching upward in an almost pleadingly seductive posture.

Qin Feng's fingers tightened forcefully around the mineral water bottle, the plastic making a harsh sound as it crumpled and deformed.