Chapter 152 Drinking Causes Trouble

**Chapter 152: Drinking Leads to Regret**

Fu Tinghua wasn’t sure how coherent Su He still was at this moment. Feeling her hand slowly sliding up from the hem of his shirt, his throat tightened involuntarily.

She was mimicking his lesson from that morning—tracing his abs.

Fu Tinghua felt heat prickle under her touch, sweat beading on his forehead.

Fearing things might spiral out of control, he quickly grabbed her wandering hand.

Su He looked up at him in confusion and asked, “Why’d you stop me?”

Fu Tinghua sighed softly, trying to reason with her.

“Aren’t you drunk? Time to sleep, alright?”

“No! I’m not drunk!” Su He slurred stubbornly.

Drunk people always deny it—his father Fu Dajun was exactly like that.

After a few seconds of silence, Fu Tinghua asked, “Then who am I?”

“Duh, my husband,” Su He replied, as if he were being incredibly slow.

Such a lightweight.

Fu Tinghua thought wryly.

When he didn’t respond, she pulled free and resumed her groping.

His throat tightened again, sweat trickling more freely.

“You’ll hate yourself tomorrow,” he warned, catching her hand once more, his voice low and slightly hoarse.

“Won’t regret it! You’re my husband—how dare you not let me touch you!”

Su He rarely got drunk, so she had no idea that when intoxicated, she became straight-up shameless.

No sooner had she spoken than Fu Tinghua flipped her onto her back and crushed his mouth to hers.

“Mmm…”

After that, she didn’t get another word out. All she felt that night was an endless cycle of pleasure and exhaustion.

He was insatiable—clearly unleashing that hunger for the first time—and wore her out completely.

Finally, her foggy mind cleared just enough.

Just before slipping into unconsciousness, Su He made a mental note—she’d never drink recklessly again.

The next day, Su He groggily opened her eyes.

......

Her skull pounded. Fu Dajun had fed her a lie—he claimed this stuff was hangover-proof.

Bleary-eyed, she pushed herself upright and realized her clothes had been changed.

Oh god—last night.

Ughhhhhhhhhh...

Su He was screaming inside.

What on earth had she done last night!

It had been unconscious actions after getting drunk, but she remembered every single detail of what happened.

Thinking about how the man had held her in his strong arms made Su He bury her face in her hands.

She'd started it. Fu Tinghua had tried to stop her twice and failed both times.

She'd been deprived for too long—just a little alcohol and she couldn't resist being tempted by his looks.

Thankfully, in this modern world, she could hold her liquor surprisingly well.

Otherwise, back then, if she'd really gotten drunk, she might have actually gone to a club to hire escorts.

Looking at the clean clothes she'd been changed into and how refreshed she felt, Fu Tinghua must have taken care of her afterward.

Alcohol really gets you in trouble, Su He.

Last time, Fu Tinghua had been taken advantage of by the original host, and now here she was doing the same...

Ah, you have to admit, Dr. Fu's got it rough.

His sexual encounters always involve being forced into them.

Thinking that, Su He couldn't help but sigh.

Just as she was about to get out of bed, the door opened.

Su He looked toward the door and made eye contact with Fu Tinghua as he walked in.

Su He:......

Fu Tinghua:......

Fidgeting uncomfortably, Su He curled her toes. No matter how thick-skinned she was, thinking about last night still made her turn red.

Fu Tinghua seemed much calmer. He walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and reached out to touch Su He’s forehead.

Su He instinctively wanted to dodge but stopped herself in the end.

"Your temperature's normal. Do you feel sick anywhere?" Fu Tinghua asked, looking at her gently.

How could he—

How could he act like nothing had happened? So naturally.

So she was the only one feeling nervous and shy, huh.

"No," Su He replied, suddenly feeling a bit disappointed.

Fu Tinghua immediately noticed the shift in her mood and pulled her into his arms before she could react.

Caught off guard, Su He found herself pressed against his chest, breathing in his familiar scent.

"Does your head hurt?" Fu Tinghua suddenly asked.

He reached out and gently massaged Su He's head as she curled up in his arms.

Su He felt amazingly comfortable, her eyes fluttering shut as her headache faded a good deal.

"I'm sorry," he suddenly said.

"Huh? What for?" Why was he apologizing?

"Last night... it was my fault. When you were out of it... Don't be mad, okay? Well... be mad if you want, but don’t make yourself sick over it. You can hit me or scold me—anything’s fine. Don’t hold back."

Fu Tinghua’s smooth voice said things Su He didn’t understand.

So—

She wasn’t the only nervous one. Dr. Fu was probably afraid she’d be upset too?

At that moment, Su He’s mood instantly brightened.

"You do realize it, don’t you? Taking advantage like that," Su He immediately accused.

"Mhm, I just liked you too much. The way you looked last night... I couldn’t resist..."

Before Fu Tinghua could finish, Su He clapped a hand over his mouth.

"Don’t say it!"

Her face turned bright red—she couldn’t bear to imagine how needy she’d acted last night.

Lost in her thoughts, she naturally missed the glint of amusement and mischief in Fu Tinghua’s eyes.

"I won’t say it. Then will you stop being angry? It’s all my fault." After speaking, Fu Tinghua planted a kiss on Su He’s forehead.

"Oh alright, I forgive you."

Only after saying this did Su He finally remember—they should be making breakfast.

"Are Zai Zai and Niu Niu awake yet?" Su He asked.

"Not yet. They slept a bit late last night."

"Oh, did you bathe them last night?" She belatedly remembered to ask about the kids.

"Yes. I put them to bed before going back to the room."

Wow, Dr. Fu really was considerate. From now on, this man would be hers.

Su He smirked to herself.

"You doing better now?" Fu Tinghua’s hand was still resting on Su He’s head, massaging gently.

"That’s enough, thanks. I should get up and make breakfast for the kids," Su He said.

"Already taken care of."

Hearing this, Su He’s impression of Fu Tinghua went up another notch.

At least he had some conscience—after keeping her up all night, he didn’t make her deal with housework the next day.