Marry Me Quick
Chapter 70

Chapter 70

The two hotel staff members nearly stumbled to the ground after being pushed away by Qin Muchen.

He first gave his surroundings a scan before he suddenly glued his eyes in Su Ziyue's direction. "Dearrrrrrr..." he drawled.

Startled, Su Ziyue then turned around to glance at the two hotel staff members who were wide-eyed and open-mouthed in shock.

Apologetically, she said, "Sorry about that. He's in a drunken fit."

One of the female hotel staff members looked at Su Ziyue and said somewhat enviously, "Madam, it's very impressive that your husband still thinks about you and stops others from getting near him even when he's drunk. Please stop being angry with him and take him back home."

She assumed Su Ziyue and Qin Muchen were a married couple who had had an argument, and Su Ziyue refused to take him back home because she was throwing a tantrum.

It was such a pity that she did not have such a nice husband herself.

Under the stare of the girl wearing a green-eyed expression, Su Ziyue failed to come up with anything to say.

Qin Muchen and her were indeed married and they indeed had a row, but still, they were different from normal married couples.

"Sorry for the trouble then." Su Ziyue did not see the need to explain their relationship to strangers.

Yet, the girl was extremely helpful. She helped her cancel the booking of the room and gave her back her money. "Do head home as soon as possible because it's getting late. He must feel uncomfortable since he drank so much."

She even gave her a wink after that.

Su Ziyue couldn't help but chuckle. "Thanks."

The two hotel staff members then returned to the hotel.

Su Ziyue turned around to glance at Qin Muchen who was sitting in the front passenger seat, still looking lost. Just as she was about to make her way back to her car, Qin Muchen suddenly got out of the car unsteadily.

As he could not even walk properly, she walked over and tried to help him.

But he waved her away as he staggered his way forward and stopped right in front of a lamp post, which he wrapped his arms around before he shouted, "Dear, Su Ziyue..."

Gaping at him in consternation, Su Ziyue called his name, "Q-Qin Muchen?"

"Yesssss..." Qin Muchen drawled. Because he was intoxicated, he spoke extremely slowly.

After hugging the lamp post for a while, he asked in confusion, "Su Ziyue, why does your skin feel so hard?"

With that, he reached out and groped the lamp post.

Su Ziyue felt an irresistible urge to take a video of him behaving in this way so that she could use it to mock him when he sobered up.

But at last, she thought better of it because he was calling her name while hugging the lamp post.

Based on her understanding of his personality and how shameless he could be, even if she did take a video of him, she reckoned he would say something along the lines of, "See, everything in my world looks like you even though I'm drunk..."

She then walked over and separated him from the lamp post after much effort.

Qin Muchen, who was forced to be separated from the lamp post, squealed like he was throwing a tantrum, "What're you doing... I want... my wife, my wife... "

"Your wife will leave you if you don't get into the car right now!" Su Ziyue threatened him with a serious face.

To her surprise, her threat worked immediately as Qin Muchen teetered back to the car as soon as her voice trailed off.

Finally, she let out a lengthy sigh of relief.

She had no choice but to bring him back home because she did not have the keys to his mansion.

As soon as Su Ziyue closed the door after stepping into her unit, Qin Muchen pounced on her.

"Dear, dear..."

She was not in the mood to argue with a drunk man.

With his body attached to hers, she dragged him to the bathroom and splashed icy water directly on his body.

She was not patient and good-tempered enough to tolerate him messing with her even when he was drunk.

The icy water gushing down on his body felt piercing cold because it was autumn, and the heater in her room was not turned on.

Qin Muchen leaned against the wall, his jet-black hair soaking wet. Looking at her with his eyes half-open, he mumbled miserably, "Dear, I'm very cold..."

Just as Su Ziyue's hands paused, he stretched out his hands to get rid of the showerhead in her hand before hauling her toward him and claiming her lips.

She had no idea that a drunken man could still be so strong.

Unable to wiggle away from his hold, she had no choice but to allow him to take advantage of her.

After a while, the man, who was hugging her, suddenly slipped downward to the floor.

Fortunately, Su Ziyue reacted fast enough and stopped him from falling. It was only when she looked down at him did she realize that he had actually fallen asleep.

Did he just... doze off?

Because his clothes were soaked, she could not allow him to get in bed in such a state.

With much effort, she dragged him to the side of the bed and hesitated before deciding to remove his wet clothes with gritted teeth.

He'll catch a cold if he doesn't remove his clothes before going to bed. That was the excuse Su Ziyue kept using to convince herself to strip him of his clothes. Besides, she could not just leave him like this and do nothing.

It was fine when she dealt with his shirt, but she started regretting her earlier decision to haul him to the bathroom and rinse him with water when she got to his bottoms.

He did not wake up even after being rinsed with cold water...

When she woke up the next morning, her surroundings felt warm and cozy like an oven.

She flipped to the other side and opened her eyes to replace that she was lying on her bed.

But, she clearly remembered that she had taken her blanket to sleep on the couch last night.

Immediately, she sat bolt upright and saw Qin Muchen sleeping beside her.

At that moment, he was still fast asleep. There was a red blush on his face which did not seem right.

Alarmed by the sight of it, she reached out to feel his forehead, only to replace it burning.

"Qin Muchen." She gave his shoulders a nudge.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and smiled at the sight of her. "Good morning."

Su Ziyue couldn't help but curse seeing how unperturbed he looked. "Don't say sh*t like that. You're having fever!"

In response to what she said, he placed a hand over his forehead. "It does seem like that's the case."

Then, he moved and struggled to sit upright.

"Let's go to the hospital."

Su Ziyue hopped off the bed and went to her wardrobe to get some clothes to change, only to replace him staring at her with a mysterious and unreadable expression on his face.

Slowly, he uttered, "I'm not going."

"Are you trying to die at my place so that you can blame me for your death?" Su Ziyue turned around to shoot him a glare before fetching a fresh set of clothes for herself to change in the bathroom.

His feeble voice floated over, "What about mine?"

What does he need?

While he was leaning his back against the head of the bed, the blanket had slipped off his body and piled at his waist, revealing his well-toned chest.

The sight reminded Su Ziyue at once that she had stripped him last night.

Her face alternated between different shades of red at once.

"Your clothes were soaked last night." That was why she had removed his clothes.

"Oh." He acknowledged with a deep voice and was lost in thought before he added, "It was you who got me wet."

Why did that statement sound so weird? Did he mean that she had deliberately wet his clothes so that she could take them off?

As she could not come up with a good retort, she slammed the door of the bathroom shut.

By the time she changed and walked out of the bathroom, she found him still leaning against the head of the bed with his eyes shut.

She was not too worried since he could still produce scornful remarks about her. That meant that his condition was probably not too serious.

After spotting his phone, she tossed it to him and said, "Call Nan Chuan and get him to fetch you some clothes."

He did not respond to what she said.

"Qin Muchen." She walked over to him and called his name before touching his forehead again to replace that it was scalding.

Obviously, he was so sick that he was not fully sober judging from his glassy eyes which were only slightly open.