Rural Carefree Little Immortal Doctor
Chapter 192: Hiding in the Wardrobe

Chapter 192: Chapter 192: Hiding in the Wardrobe

The abrupt voice nearly made Chu Yao jump out of bed in fright.

She hastily grabbed her top and held it in front of her, her eyes darting fearfully toward the door.

It felt as though she had been caught in the act of cheating.

"What are you doing? Open the door!"

An impatient voice came from outside, accompanied by the sound of feet kicking the door.

Chu Yao was on the verge of tears as she frantically said to Chen Ziyang, "President Chen, I’m sorry, could you please..."

"No!"

Chen Ziyang knew what she was about to ask and rejected her coolly, "I haven’t done anything wrong. Why should I hide?"

"No, it’s just that my boyfriend is very jealous, and at this hour, having a man in the house, he will never believe that you are here to treat me!"

Chu Yao tugged at Chen Ziyang’s arm, "President Chen, I’m begging you! You might feel a bit wronged for a moment, but I... I have been with my boyfriend for seven years, we’ve been together since high school. If he wants to break up over a misunderstanding, I... I..."

Chen Ziyang could feel how important Xiaofeng was to Chu Yao.

Otherwise, Chu Yao wouldn’t be so indulgent with him.

"Chu Yao! Is there a man in your house or not? Huh!?"

The knocking and shouting from outside grew more violent.

"President Chen! He won’t stay overnight, he’ll leave soon! It won’t inconvenience you for long, please? Once this is over, I’ll promote your company for free..."

Chu Yao was out of options.

"I’m not hiding because you’ll promote me."

Seeing Chu Yao’s desperate plea, Chen Ziyang sighed and then walked to the wardrobe, "Open your eyes! You’re a journalist, you should seek the truth. If you can’t even discern the truth that’s so close at hand, how can you report news that people will believe?"

After that, Chen Ziyang stepped into the wardrobe.

Chu Yao let out a sigh of relief.

However, his words had planted seeds of doubt in her mind.

As the banging and yelling outside grew louder, Chu Yao didn’t have time to think any more. She quickly dressed in her casual attire and rushed to open the door.

Outside, Xiaofeng stood with bloodshot eyes, reeking of alcohol.

"Xiaofeng, it’s so late, why are you..."

Before she could finish, Xiaofeng shoved her aside and stormed into the room.

The kitchen, living room, bathroom, and under the bed—he checked everywhere but found no one.

"Xiaofeng, what are you doing?"

Chu Yao’s heart raced, "What are you looking for?"

"Humph!"

Xiaofeng didn’t find anyone, yet he still felt something was off, "Why did you take so long to open the door?"

"I was listening to music with my headphones."

Chu Yao said softly.

Xiaofeng’s eyes darted around, too lazy to inquire further.

He suddenly sat down on the sofa, his eyes fixed on a glass of water on the coffee table.

His brows furrowed, "There’s a glass of water on the table. Did you have a visitor?"

"I poured it for myself."

Chu Yao was growing impatient, "What’s the problem? Why are you so suspicious?"

Xiaofeng, quite drunk, found the thought too taxing and decided not to dwell on it, emptying the glass in one gulp.

Following that, he unbuttoned his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and lay down on the bed.

"I’m feeling so dizzy, come and give me a massage."

Chu Yao didn’t feel comfortable with his demands, as if she was some kind of servant to him.

In contrast, Chen Ziyang’s gentlemanly demeanor was much more agreeable to her.

Even though she felt this way, Chu Yao still sat down beside the bed and began rubbing his temples.

"Why did you drink so much? And, it’s not even the weekend, why aren’t you at school?"

"Question after question. Can’t you see my head hurts? You just keep nagging, it’s so annoying, isn’t it?"

Xiaofeng snapped at her, then lifted his hand to touch Chu Yao’s chest.

"Stop... stop it..."

Chu Yao instinctively tried to dodge.

"What are you dodging for? It’s not like I haven’t touched you before. You won’t let me go further, and now you won’t even let me touch? I’m a man, are you trying to kill me?"

As he spoke, Xiaofeng’s hand was already on Chu Yao’s chest.

Meanwhile, he unfastened his belt and held it in his hand.

Chu Yao turned her head away.

Clearly, this was not the first time this had happened.

Because Chu Yao had always refused to give herself to Xiaofeng, each time he would touch her while taking care of himself.

"Hey? You seem to have gotten bigger?"

Suddenly, Xiaofeng opened his eyes, sounding somewhat surprised.