Chapter 347

Geng Jing Shu upstairs actually knew full well everything that was happening downstairs.

After hearing that detail then, she kept standing in that sideways direction, solely to hear their conversation.

She never expected that, from their conversation, she could actually discover what had happened the previous night; moreover, based on their talk, she guessed that those people must already have known something.

She increasingly felt that the Xiao family had become hateful, clearly knowing that Xiao Yunzhe was out there messing around.

But no family member tried to stop him, and she felt this was a great insult to herself.

"Xiao Yunzhe, this time you will certainly know how formidable I, Geng Jing Shu, am."

She muttered those words to herself, then turned and hurried straight back to her room.

No one knows what Geng Jing Shu intends to do, and even an honest person pushed to the edge might do something unpredictable—perhaps no one could guess what.

When Zong Mengni woke up, she only felt her head a bit heavy and also somewhat sore.

She sat up from the bed, then gave her head a vigorous pat, turned around and looked, discovering she was actually in a small room.

Suddenly, Zong Mengni realized something was wrong; she remembered drinking with Xiao Yunzhe at that place yesterday—how could she have ended up here in the blink of an eye?

He took another close look, only then realizing that this was actually the suite inside his own office, and the bed she was lying on was precisely this one.

When Zong Mengni saw this familiar environment, she finally let her heart settle completely.

However, the effects of yesterday's drink might not have fully worn off yet, as Zong Mengni still felt her head a bit dizzy.

No wonder, since she hadn't drunk that much in a long time, it's normal that she couldn't sober up right away.

Besides dizziness, she even felt her mouth dry and parched.

Upon thinking this, Zong Mengni got out of bed and prepared to go outside to pour herself a glass of water.

But just after getting out of bed, she suddenly felt a chill coming over her.

Zong Mengni instinctively lowered her head to take a look.

When he saw this situation, he suddenly tensed and blocked his own body.

Clearly, I was wearing clothes yesterday—how did I end up now with only my underwear on?

Could it be that I drank too much and took off my clothes here? Then she turned her head and glanced around, seeing the room empty, with no trace of any clothing.

What, what on earth is going on?

Zong Mengni frowned hard, having no memory at all of last night—could it really be that she took off her clothes and left them outside? And could she truly not recall any of this?

She felt utterly helpless about all this, then looked up at the wall clock—it was only half past seven, while their studio's workday starts at nine.

Moreover, under normal circumstances hardly anyone comes into her room, so she boldly opened the door and stepped out.

Seeing the room empty, he then looked around but still saw no sign of the clothing.

Where are the clothes? Could I have dragged them outside? If so, that would be a real hassle, and there are no spare clothes here anyway.

Just as she was about to turn back to her room to call for help, she suddenly saw someone lying on the sofa.

When Zong Mengni saw this, he suddenly became tense—how could there be someone else? He quietly approached, took a look, and didn't expect that the person lying on the sofa was actually Xiao Yunzhe.

At that moment, she felt her head buzz.

Now Xiao Yunzhe is lying on the sofa outside; it's obvious he slept here all night.

And what about my clothes? Where did they go? Could they have something to do with Xiao Yunzhe?

"Xiao Yunzhe, you, you get up."

He suddenly shouted loudly, then walked over, grabbed Xiao Yunzhe firmly, and hauled him up from the sofa.

"Oh, Mengni, you're up?"

Xiao Yunzhe rubbed his sleepy eyes, then lifted his head to look.

He suddenly widened his eyes, never expecting that Zong Mengni would again be standing before him in only her underwear.

"You, you, put your clothes on?"

"I ask you, where are my clothes? Did you take them off? Why did you strip me? You scoundrel, I never imagined you would do something like this to me."

"Mengni, don't get agitated—look, by the window, aren't your clothes supposed to be dry by now?"

When Xiao Yunzhe said that, Zong Mengni suddenly froze.

She had merely glanced briefly around the room earlier, but had completely missed that spot.

Finally, she glanced toward the window, and sure enough, her clothes were really hanging there.

Zong Mengni hurried over and touched them—indeed, they were dry now.

Although she didn't know what had happened, standing there in that state before Xiao Yunzhe was indeed hard to explain.

Afterward, she quickly returned to her room and put the outfit back on.

He himself examined the clothes—actually they were quite clean, and even now he could still smell a hint of laundry detergent on them.

"Xiao Yunzhe, what on earth is going on? What exactly happened last night?"

Zong Mengni rushed out of the room and then looked at Xiao Yunzhe, asking.

"Hehe, Mengni, don't get the wrong idea—last night you vomited all over yourself, I had no choice but to help you take off your clothes."

"You, what are you saying? My clothes, you took them off? That means, my body, my body?"

"Hehe, it's true—I admit we're both adults, and I indeed saw your body, but I really did nothing, really nothing at all—do you believe me?"