Chapter 6858
Who exactly committed the crime?
The other person's long hair was disheveled, with a few strands clinging to their smooth forehead and slightly sweaty neck, adding to their disheveled appearance, yet also giving them a unique charm.
Those beautiful eyes, which usually held the sharp shrewdness of the business world, had vanished. Now they burned with a cold, almost tangible fury that seemed capable of igniting everything around them.
But deep within that anger, there was also a barely perceptible sense of panic, like a wounded little bird in a storm, making one feel pity for it.
What's even worse is...
The other person was wearing only a simple yet undeniably luxurious deep purple nightgown!
The pajamas were made of soft, smooth material, shimmering faintly in the morning light.
Her snow-white, dazzling skin was like the first snow of winter, pure and radiant. Her delicate and alluring collarbone, like a fine work of art, entered Xiao Chen's field of vision without any obstruction!
The scene was like a stunning painting that suddenly unfolded before his eyes, leaving him momentarily stunned.
wrong!
A thought flashed through Xiao Chen's mind: Who the hell is this? Who's gotten into my bed?
His gaze, like a scanner, instantly moved upwards, locking onto that exquisitely beautiful face flushed with anger.
His features were so exquisite that they were flawless, as if every part of them had been carefully sculpted by God.
The innate arrogance between her brows was like a towering mountain peak, inspiring awe, while the icy anger she exuded at this moment was like a surging volcano. The two intertwined to create a stunningly beautiful and impactful look, making him unable to resist taking a few more glances.
The moment that face was clearly imprinted in Xiao Chen's mind, it was as if a thunderbolt had exploded in his mind, and the huge impact quickly spread throughout his body along his nerves.
He was struck dumb, his body instantly stiffening as if frozen in place by a spell.
His eyes were wide open, staring intently at the face before him, a jumble of chaotic thoughts flashing through his mind.
Isn't this the eldest daughter of the Zhou family, the infamous CEO Zhou Keying, known in the business world for her ruthless methods and cold demeanor, who strikes fear into people's hearts?
She was like an iceberg that was difficult to climb, aloof and unapproachable, always carrying an aura that kept people at a distance, making people afraid to get close to her.
But now, she's in my bed! What's going on?!
Xiao Chen felt like his head was about to explode, with countless questions clashing in his mind.
This is fucking absurd and bizarre! It's even more melodramatic than a TV drama.
He tried hard to recall what had happened last night, but his memory was shrouded in a fog, blurry and unclear, and he couldn't make sense of it at all.
"Xiao Chen!"
Zhou Keying's voice suddenly rang out, a voice that sounded as if it had just been pulled out of an ice cave, icy and chilling, every word imbued with frost and filled with gritted teeth and hatred, as if it wanted to freeze the small room.
"You bastard! You shameless scoundrel! What did you do to me?! Why are you in my bed?!"
Her eyes blazed with fury as she stared intently at Xiao Chen, her gaze filled with anger, humiliation, and incomprehension, as if she wanted to devour him alive.
Xiao Chen was brought back to reality by the sudden roar. After a brief moment of shock, he quickly regained his composure.
Years of experience had instilled in him the habit of remaining calm in the face of unexpected situations. He slowly released his grip on Zhou Keying's wrist, revealing several clear red marks on her fair skin, like glaring scars that stood out starkly in the morning light.
Ignoring Zhou Keying's murderous gaze, he deftly threw off the covers and got up, his movements swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
He grabbed the T-shirt draped over the back of the chair, expertly put it on, then turned around, looking directly into Zhou Keying's eyes. His tone carried a hint of impatience at being woken up and a sense of absurdity as he coldly said:
"Mr. Zhou, please understand the situation before you go crazy."
"That's the question I should be asking you."
As he spoke, he pointed to the luxurious walk-in closet next to the bedroom. The closet was spacious and bright, filled with all kinds of high-end clothes.
"Look carefully, this is my room, my territory."
“Every piece of clothing inside carries my scent, Xiao Chen.”
"Why did you suddenly barge into my room and get so angry at me? What's going on?"
His eyes revealed a hint of doubt and dissatisfaction, as if questioning Zhou Keying about why she was being so unreasonable.
Zhou Keying followed his finger and looked down. When she saw several pieces of clothing that clearly belonged to men in the dressing room, she froze as if a pause button had been pressed. Her angry and hurried movements instantly froze, and her eyes were filled with astonishment and confusion.
Those clothes were simple in style yet high in quality, clearly men's sizes, quite different from the exquisite women's clothing in her familiar wardrobe.
She seemed to wake up suddenly from an absurd dream, and began to mechanically look around.
The room was so large it felt empty. A large bed stood in the center, taking up a considerable amount of space. The bedding on the bed was slightly disheveled, as if telling the story of what had just happened.
The room was decorated in an extremely luxurious style, with several abstract art paintings hanging on the walls. The lighting was soft yet exuded an understated luxury, and the furniture was all in a grand and dignified style.
A complex scent filled the air, a faint smell of sweat belonging to a young man, an aura of vitality and masculinity.
The lingering smell of alcohol from last night, that spicy and mellow flavor, made her thoughts somewhat hazy.
There was also an indescribable ambiguous scent mixed with her cool fragrance, which made her cheeks blush slightly and a strange panic welled up in her heart.
This wasn't the penthouse apartment she knew, with its Egyptian cotton bedding and the scent of aromatherapy oils!
Her penthouse apartment was meticulously decorated in every corner, from the material of the bedding to the scent of the aromatherapy, all reflecting her elegant taste and pursuit of perfection.
But here, although equally luxurious, it exudes an unfamiliar aura that doesn't belong to her.
But it's no worse than where she lives... except that everything here exudes a male aesthetic.
The room is decorated in cool colors, mainly dark blue and gray. The furniture has clean and simple lines, without any fussy decorations. Everything looks so crisp and neat, just like the residence of a typical successful man.
last night……
Fragments of chaotic memories rushed into her blank mind like a flood bursting its banks!
Those blurry yet clear images flashed before her eyes like a fast-forwarded movie. (End of Chapter)