Chapter 155: Why Can’t It Happen?

Time rewinds to several minutes earlier in the villa.

Han Xi had just managed to strip Fang Zhou’s shirt off and was about to remove his pants when a sudden ringing interrupted her.

Looking down, she saw Fang Zhou’s phone, which had been in his pocket, ringing.

A hint of annoyance flashed in Han Xi’s eyes. She didn’t want to answer, but the incessant ringing grew louder and more insistent, unsettling her.

Reluctantly, she stopped what she was doing, pulled the phone from Fang Zhou’s pocket, and saw it was Qiao Sisi calling.

Her irritation grew—why were so many women calling him?

She raised her hand to hang up the call, but in her drunken state, her fingers fumbled, and instead of swiping down, she swiped up, answering the call.

“Hello?”

Qiao Sisi’s sweet voice came through, making Han Xi roll her eyes. She responded curtly, “He’s resting,” and hung up.

She had no time for this; she had other things to attend to.

Stupid women deal with women; smart women deal with men.

Looking at the man lying motionless on the bed, Han Xi smiled slightly. There was still plenty of night left.

However, when Han Xi faced Fang Zhou’s d1ck, she was left dumbfounded.

Why was he like a marshmallow?

No matter what she did, she couldn’t turn a marshmallow into a hard candy.

The little physiological knowledge Han Xi had, she learned from Fang Zhou.

She had heard of drunken indiscretions but didn’t know that truly drunk men were incapable of performing.

After five or six minutes of effort, Han Xi’s hands felt sore.

She collapsed onto the bed, her dizzy mind wondering if she should use her mouth.

A hint of hesitation appeared on her face—even the thought made her blush.

Ah… this isn’t right, it’s too shameful.

But the opportunity is rare…

Her thoughts bounced between these two options.

When Han Xi finally made up her mind, a sudden pain at the back of her neck made her black out. She collapsed next to Fang Zhou’s legs.

Unbeknownst to Han Xi, someone had quietly entered the villa while she was hesitating.

The bedroom door was open, and Han Xi, facing away, didn’t notice anyone entering.

“Tut, almost lost your innocence there, Fang Zhou.”

The person set down a water bottle they had grabbed and looked at the unconscious Han Xi with interest.

The usually cold and aloof CEO now had a flushed face, seemingly lost in her fantasies.

Looking at the completely naked Fang Zhou beside her, Qin Yun’s smile deepened.

“Getting drunk won’t accomplish anything.”

It was unclear if she was speaking to Fang Zhou or Han Xi, but neither could hear her, both unconscious.

Qin Yun pulled up a chair and slowly sat down.

She hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol tonight, secretly pouring it out whenever villagers came to toast her.

Drinking leads to trouble, a lesson Qin Yun had known since childhood.

She didn’t dislike drinking but hated the consequences.

So when everyone else was drunk, the air filled with the scent of alcohol, Qin Yun felt uncomfortable.

She left the banquet, standing under a nearby streetlamp, waiting for everyone to leave together.

Soon, she saw Fang Zhou leave alone, staggering as if drunk.

Qin Yun raised an eyebrow but didn’t follow.

She wasn’t one to follow others.

But to her surprise, Han Xi followed Fang Zhou three minutes later.

This piqued Qin Yun’s interest.

Late at night, a man and a woman alone—something was bound to happen, right?

Not on her watch.

Qin Yun’s possessiveness was strong.

If she couldn’t have Fang Zhou, neither could Han Xi.

So she followed Han Xi, watching her help Fang Zhou into the villa.

Qin Yun watched from the window for a while, only acting when Han Xi started undressing Fang Zhou.

Talking is one thing, but action is another.

Sitting by the bed, Qin Yun felt an eerie calm.

If she hadn’t come, would Fang Zhou have been taken advantage of?

Would he wake up to see Han Xi beside him and understand what happened?

Given Fang Zhou’s awkward nature, he would feel responsible.

He would commit to Han Xi because of a drunken mistake.

Then, all of them would be out of the picture.

Han Xi would stand at the finish line, looking at her with a victor’s gaze.

The thought was unbearable.

Unfortunately, Qin Yun couldn’t use Han Xi’s method.

Fang Zhou was too wary of her, especially after a previous incident, making him distrustful.

Even if it was a drunken mistake, Fang Zhou would think she spiked his drink.

He would be repulsed, possibly even call the police.

Qin Yun sighed deeply, lamenting, “Same situation, different fates.”

As one of Fang Zhou’s ex-girlfriends, she could tell he treated each of them differently.

Chu Xinran, for example, received his utmost patience, perhaps because of her youth and frailty.

Qin Yun would never enjoy such treatment.

It made her envious, but she had accepted it.

The process didn’t matter; the result did.

Who would win in the end depended on their methods.

“Heh.”

Qin Yun’s gaze shifted from Fang Zhou to Han Xi.

Seeing her serene face, something stirred inside Qin Yun.

Using such means to control Fang Zhou—was this really the formidable Han Xi from the news?

If the roles were reversed, Han Xi’s actions would be despicable.

Qin Yun stood and approached Han Xi, her fingertips tracing Han Xi’s face, poking her cheeks harder and harder.

“Annoying… How dare you covet my man like this…”