My Identities Were All Exposed After I Was Pampered by Everyone at My Grandfather's House!

Chapter 37

The Drunken Qiao Jing

The ball went on as usual. Qiao Jing and Qiao Yue sat in a corner drinking. Occasionally, some women would notice them and try to chat them up, but they were all turned away.

Qiao Yue’s eyes were locked on Trand, while Qiao Jing was staring at Qiao Yue.

Qiao Yue suddenly regretted telling Qiao Jing about Trand. Although she could escape from Qiao Jing, she felt uncomfortable under his stare.

Turning her head, Qiao Yue said helplessly, “Second brother, if you keep looking at me like that, I will think that you’ve fallen in love with me.”

Qiao Jing didn’t seem to hear what Qiao Yue said, his eyes still fixed on her face.

“Second brother?” Qiao Yue called out again.

“Yes...” Qiao Jing’s reply was slow, and his eyes gradually moved from Qiao Yue’s face to her lips.

Seeing Qiao Jing’s unusual behavior, Qiao Yue suddenly had an idea.

“Second brother, are you drunk?”

“No, I’m not.”

Qiao Jing quickly answered this time but his eyes started to wander, looking left and right, but not at Qiao Yue.

She had never expected Qiao Jing to have such low alcohol tolerance. Did he never drink when he was doing business?

“Second brother, you’re drunk. Let me help you get to bed.”

Yayi was Qiao Yue’s property. Even if the rooms were full tonight, Chu Jia would still keep her room.

Qiao Yue put down her wine glass to help Qiao Jing upstairs, but Qiao Jing dodged her.

“I’m not drunk.”

Qiao Jing’s eyes, which were usually filled with indifference, were now filled with tears as he stared straight at Qiao Yue.

Qiao Yue had no choice but to coax him in a child-like tone, “Okay, okay. You’re not drunk. I’m drunk. Can we go to bed, please?”

In all eighteen years of her life, this was the first time she had coaxed a drunkard.

“No. You are leaving?”

Qiao Jing’s words made Qiao Yue freeze on the spot. The smile on her face disappeared. She didn’t know how Qiao Jing figured that out.

“I won’t leave if you follow me upstairs.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

After much coaxing, Qiao Yue finally managed to get Qiao Jing upstairs. She told Chu Jia to contact her if anything happened.

In the room, the two of them looked at each other. Qiao Yue discovered that Qiao Jing’s drunken identity wasn’t too bad. He would keep looking at you when he’s drunk, and he wouldn’t speak unless spoken to.

If you asked him simple questions, he would answer you, but if the question was difficult or he was unwilling to answer, he would not say a word, just like now.

Qiao Yue asked Qiao Jing, “What do you think of me?”

Qiao Jing seemed to have thought for a while before he answered, “You’re not a good person. You have too many secrets. I can’t read you.”

Qiao Yue’s mouth twitched for a good five seconds when she heard this. She seriously suspected that Qiao Jing used his alcohol courage to say what was in his heart.

“Then do you hate me?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“You know how to be close with me.”

Qiao Yue was stunned. Qiao Jing said that she knew how to get close with him. Did he mean that she would give him massages or that she was not afraid of his cold face? He didn’t hate her just because of this?

Qiao Yue got up and walked over to Qiao Jing. She bent down and looked Qiao Jing in the eye. Qiao Jing’s hazy eyes were filled with confusion, as if he didn’t understand why Qiao Yue was so close to him.

Qiao Yue looked at him and suddenly broke into an evil smile. She reached out and pinched Qiao Jing’s cheek. The delicate and warm touch made Qiao Yue unable to let go.

“I’ve wanted to do this since I gave you a massage. How can a person maintain the same expression all year round? Poker face? Facial muscles are dead?”

Qiao Yue said as she pinched his cheek. She looked like she was going to pounce on him to take a bite.

Qiao Jing didn’t slap her hand away even after several pinches. He just frowned and complained about Qiao Yue’s evil behavior with a dissatisfied look.

“How can a man have such good skin?”

Qiao Yue felt guilty under Qiao Jing’s stare and relaxed her grip, turning from pinching to touching. This was a rare opportunity, and if she didn’t rub his face to her heart’s content, she would regret it.

Gradually, Qiao Yue realized that something was wrong. Why did it seem like she was getting closer and closer to Qiao Jing? And when did he place his hands at the small of her back?

“You smell good.”

Qiao Jing leaned close to Qiao Yue and sniffed her neck. His hot breath on her skin made her feel very uncomfortable.

What did they smell on her? Did the people of the Qiao family all have dog noses?