Beauty Complex - CH 8

The wine was taken out of the wine cellar, and no outsiders were there, and no one would suspect that there was a problem in the wine.  What’s more, among so many glasses of wine, only Ceng Ge’s glass is problematic.

Jiang Bailu was pale at the beginning, he was not very drunk after drinking the cup, but his face quickly became crimson.  And so like that he found a reason to leave early and went back to his room.

About twenty minutes later, Ceng Ge realized something was wrong with him. His body was like it’s blazing fire, burning all the way from the lower abdomen to his heart, making his mouth totally dry. He frowned  his eyebrows and stood up, and reacted immediately to Song Tang’s unmistakable gaze, soberly pushing away the people who greeted him with a toast and striding towards the guest room area.

Song Tang followed closely and stopped Ceng Ge in the dimly lit corridor, pretending not to know what happened to him, “What’s wrong with you? Are you okay?”

Ceng Ge reached out and pushed him aside, his gaze cold, “What is it about me that you don’t know?”

Song Tong leaned over again and put all the blame on Jiang Bailu’s head, “The wine was handed to you by Jiang Bailu, how could I know that he drugged the wine?”

Ceng Ge’s body was on fire, his body had already reacted physiologically without control, his patience was lost, he pushed Song Tang to the wall patiently and squeezed his neck with one hand, his voice seemed to be soaked in thousand-year-old ice:  “No one here has the guts to drug me except you!”

Song Tong’s eyes were wide, he shocked by Ceng Ge’s angry appearance, that he even forgot to struggle.

Ceng Ge let go of him, turned around and unlocked the door of his room, and closed it with his backhand. Song Tong came back to his senses, reached out to hold him down, held his arms towards his back and tried to convince him: “I can help you out! I can help you out!Ceng Ge, let me help you!”

Cen Ge flipped his wrist and pulled him by the collar heavily, dragging the man to his eyes, his face full of anger, “Song Tong, do you really think I won’t fucking touch you?”

He threw the man out almost violently, “Get out!”

He Roughly dropped  the lock, then he turned around to walk into the bathroom. But then he suddenly saw the open window at the end, and  saw Jiang Bailu hands supporting the windowsill, hands and feet from the window side to climb in. (T/N; omg he’s not doing that)

The latter climbed to the window sill and was about to jump in with his back bowed when he saw Ceng Ge standing unsteadily in the room, like a lion in a rage, his eyes dark and heavy locked around him, his body emitting a dangerous aura. It is as if he leaps off the window sill, Ceng Ge will jump up and grab him and tear him apart.

If the arrogant Young Master Song was afraid from him being like that, Jiang Bailu had no reason not to be afraid of him.  He subconsciously rubbed his hands against the seam of his trousers before calming down and raising his hands harmlessly, “I’ll get my pants.”

Ceng Ge’s chest was rising and falling violently, and in low voice, he seems to be deliberately suppressing something, “Take what?”

“Take my swimming trunks.” Jiang Bailu explained slowly, “I changed my swim trunks yesterday in your bath, and forgot to take them with me when I left.”

He doesn’t know if it was an illusion or not. When he mentioned the swimming trunks, Cen Ge faintly felt that his body swelled even more uncomfortably, and his throat was even more uncomfortable.  He didn’t even realize that his Adam’s apple rolled slightly.  The lust filled his brain, he hadn’t even thought about why Jiang Bailu would crep in through the window.