160: Chapter 160 Dad, something's happened.

On the other side, Xu Weidong was woken up by a burning sensation on his chest.

The moment consciousness returned, he felt a splitting headache.

That group still had some sense of discretion; they didn't dare to use too high a dosage.

If Xu Weidong's father were to go crazy... he could tear them apart alive, which was why Xu Weidong was able to regain clarity first.

He wanted to raise his hand to rub it, but his arm was pinned down by something heavy.

Xu Weidong opened his eyes abruptly. In the dim light, a fuzzy head was buried against his chest.

Hot cheeks pressed against his shirt, and incoherent murmurs came from her mouth.

Financial Director Wei Xue was there, her clothes in disarray, her face flushed like a peach blossom.

Her hands were fumbling randomly over his body, her lips rubbing aimlessly against his neck and collarbone, like a trapped beast driven by drugs and devoid of reason.

Xu Weidong's mind exploded. He remembered the drinking party earlier, that investor named Boss Qian, and that sudden wave of dizziness.

A trap. It was a trap from beginning to end.

It wasn't that Xu Weidong had never been schemed against, but never like this—being led around like a puppet.

His anger surged like a tide, drowning out all other thoughts.

Xu Weidong wanted to push Financial Director Wei Xue away, but when his fingers touched her shoulders, Financial Director Wei Xue's burning skin felt like it had been scorched by fire.

She let out a soft moan and clung tighter, wrapping herself around him like a snake, her lips pressing against the corner of his mouth.

Xu Weidong gritted his teeth, scooped her up horizontally, and stumbled into the bathroom.

He placed Financial Director Wei Xue in the bathtub, turned on the cold water faucet, and the icy jet of water poured down over them.

Financial Director Wei Xue screamed and shivered all over. The cold water dripped down her hair, soaking her clothes and skin.

She desperately pressed herself against Xu Weidong, as if grasping at the last straw for survival.

Xu Weidong stood by the edge of the bathtub, soaked through as well, but he didn't dodge, nor did he push her away.

He turned the faucet to the maximum and used his hands to splash cold water onto Financial Director Wei Xue's face, one scoop at a time.

"Financial Director Wei Xue, wake up!"

His voice was hoarse, carrying an unquestionable command.

The flush on Financial Director Wei Xue's face faded slightly, but her breathing remained rapid, and her eyes remained unfocused.

She looked up at Xu Weidong, water droplets dripping from her eyelashes, her lips trembling with a shattered sense of beauty.

A moment later, Financial Director Wei Xue reached out, hooked her arms around Xu Weidong's neck, pulled him down, and pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth.

Xu Weidong jerked his head away, and her kiss landed on his cheek.

"Financial Director Wei Xue, that's enough."

Financial Director Wei Xue's fingers gripped his collar tightly, her nails digging into his skin; the slight stinging sensation made him frown.

Her voice was hoarse and trembling, carrying the despair of a dying person grasping at driftwood.

"Director Xu... no, Secretary Xu... I feel so terrible... help me..."

"Want... want... me..."

Xu Weidong looked at her; there was no desire in his eyes, only anger and calmness.

He knew Financial Director Wei Xue was a victim; she had also been set up.

Xu Weidong reached out and turned off the faucet. The bathroom fell silent, filled only by the sound of their heavy breathing.

"Are you sober now?"

Financial Director Wei Xue looked at him, water droplets falling from her hair and sliding down her cheeks—it was impossible to tell if it was water or tears.

She bit her lip, her eyes flickering a few times, as if she had made a decision.

Financial Director Wei Xue's hand slid down from Xu Weidong's neck and landed on his chest, feeling that powerful heartbeat—one beat after another, steady as a drum.

"Secretary Xu, I am willing."

Her voice was very soft, so soft it was like telling a secret.

"From the day you saved me from Deputy Director Chen Ling, I have been yours. Whatever you want me to do, I will do."

Xu Weidong grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the bathtub.

Financial Director Wei Xue stumbled, crashing into him, soaked through and shivering with cold.

He grabbed a bath towel, threw it over her head, turned around, and stopped looking at her.

"Put your clothes on and come out to talk."

Financial Director Wei Xue stood in the bathroom, watching his back disappear through the doorway.

She clutched the bath towel, her eyes reddening, but she didn't cry.

Financial Director Wei Xue didn't know if she should feel relieved or disappointed, but she knew that from now on, she would never have any illusions in front of Xu Weidong again.

She took a deep breath, dried her body with the bath towel, and straightened her messy clothes. Although they were wrinkled, they were at least decent enough to be seen in.

When she walked out of the bathroom, Xu Weidong was standing by the window. The curtains were parted slightly, and moonlight shone in, falling on his profile and highlighting his furrowed brows.

His clothes were also half-wet, clinging to his body, and his hair was messy, but he still stood perfectly straight.

"Come over and sit down."

He pointed to the chair opposite, and he sat on the edge of the bed himself. The two of them were separated by the coffee table, like two parties in a negotiation.

Financial Director Wei Xue sat down opposite him, keeping her head lowered, not daring to look at him.

She didn't know if her behavior just now would disgust him, if it would make him think she was a frivolous woman, or if it would make him lose trust in her forever.

Xu Weidong looked at her, was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Today's incident was a setup by someone. Who invited you on your end?"

Financial Director Wei Xue looked up, met his gaze, bit her lip, and answered truthfully, "A man named President Zhou Hai. He said he was from Yancheng and wanted to discuss a partnership. I didn't know him; I had to go through several connections to arrange the meeting."

"He poured me a drink. I only had a few sips before I lost consciousness."

Xu Weidong nodded, his gaze narrowing slightly as he memorized the name "President Zhou Hai" in his mind.

He leaned back against the chair, tapped his fingers on his knees twice, and lowered his voice by half a decibel.

"I'm afraid this person's goal isn't to partner with you, but to target me."

"If everything goes according to this play today, someone will come knocking tomorrow, catch us in bed, take photos and videos, and send them to Yancheng, to my father."

"By then, Xu Weidong will be disgraced, the marriage alliance between the Xu and Mu families will be ruined, and someone will be very happy."

Financial Director Wei Xue's face went deathly pale, as white as paper.

She opened her mouth to say something, but her throat felt like it was blocked, and she couldn't squeeze out a single word.

How could she possibly be involved in this kind of high-stakes political game?

Financial Director Wei Xue's eyes turned red, and she said in a trembling voice, "Secretary Xu, I... I didn't know... I really didn't know..."

Xu Weidong waved his hand to interrupt her, his tone softening slightly.

"I know you didn't know. If you had known, you wouldn't have come. You aren't a fool; you wouldn't do something that would dig your own grave."

Financial Director Wei Xue's tears finally fell, landing drop by drop on her knees.

She bit her lip to keep from sobbing, but her trembling body betrayed her.

Xu Weidong stood up, walked over to her, and reached out to pat her shoulder. The movement was very light.

"Stop crying; crying is useless. The most important thing now is how to handle the aftermath."

"Those people outside are still waiting to watch a good show."

Financial Director Wei Xue looked up at him with tear-blurred eyes.

His face was backlit, making his expression hard to see, but his eyes were very bright—bright like stars in the dark night.

"Secretary Xu, what do you suggest? I will listen to you."

Xu Weidong turned around, walked to the window, and pulled the curtains halfway open.

"After you go back, don't do anything. Just go about your business as usual, as if nothing happened today."

"Don't contact President Zhou Hai again. If he tries to find you again, just brush him off. I will handle the rest."

Financial Director Wei Xue stood up, nodded, and turned to walk toward the door.

She took a few steps and then stopped, looking back at Xu Weidong's back.

"Secretary Xu, I'm sorry."

Xu Weidong didn't turn around; he just waved his hand.

Financial Director Wei Xue bit her lip, opened the door, and walked out.

Xu Weidong gritted his teeth. These bastards!

They didn't dare to touch his father, so they came to cause trouble for him.

Drugging, setting traps, catching people in bed—he had seen these low-down tactics in novels, in TV shows, and heard about them in other people's stories, but he never thought that one day they would fall on him.

He turned around, picked up his phone, and dialed a number.

It rang a few times before the other side answered.

"Dad, something happened."

Boss Qian: Family, can I still survive?

President Zhou Hai: Little brother, you're dead for sure. Doing this kind of work, do you not have the resolve to face death?

Boss Qian: Nobody told me who this young master's father was?!

President Zhou Hai: Beg the readers; maybe they'll let you watch an ad to revive!

Boss Qian: Kneeling and begging for revival in fancy ways...