Secretly Married to the Ice-Cold CEO

An Junxi circled the bar several times before finding the drunken Gong Xiaoyu at the bar counter.

There were two empty wine bottles in front of Gong Xiaoyu, and her phone and bag were casually thrown aside. It was a miracle they hadn’t been stolen.

Seeing Gong Xiaoyu drunk and sprawled on the bar, unaware of her exposed neckline, and with two or three men eyeing her like prey, An Junxi sighed with relief. If she hadn’t arrived in time, who knows if those men would have taken her away.

An Junxi nervously adjusted her senior’s clothes, picked up her bag, and said, "Senior, you’re drunk. I’ll take you home."

It took Gong Xiaoyu a long time to look up at her, her eyes blurry and slurring, "You really look like my friend Jun... Jun Xi. Haha... let’s drink together, my treat!"

"Senior, I am Jun Xi. You’re drunk."

An Junxi tried to support her, but Gong Xiaoyu wouldn’t cooperate. She waved at the bartender, "Another whiskey, on the rocks!"

An Junxi almost tripped over her and grabbed her senior’s hand, telling the bartender, "No more. She’s drunk."

In her heart, she cursed Yue Xiaoyang thousands of times. Her senior had ruined herself like this more than once because of him!

Before, she had hoped they would end up together. Now, seeing her senior repeatedly hurt by him, An Junxi started to change her mind.

If they really couldn’t work out, she supported her senior in ending the pain quickly. Let Yue Xiaoyang regret it!

Gong Xiaoyu, dissatisfied with being dragged away by An Junxi, said, "I’m not leaving. I’m not drunk yet!"

An Junxi wanted to scold her awake, "Gong Xiaoyu, aren’t you a strong woman? What kind of behavior is this, hiding away and getting drunk alone? Who made you sad? Go find that person, hit him, curse him, but don’t hurt yourself like this!"

Gong Xiaoyu’s eyes were swollen from crying, "You think I haven’t hit him or cursed him... I lost. In his heart, I don’t even exist. I lost!"

An Junxi felt heartbroken and poured herself a drink, "Fine, I’ll drink for you. I’m the one who encouraged you to give it a shot with him. You should be torturing me. It’s all my fault."

Gong Xiaoyu grabbed her glass and gulped it down quickly, choking as the alcohol went down the wrong pipe, causing her to cough violently.

An Junxi patted her senior on the back, feeling horrible seeing her like this. "Senior, let’s go home. He doesn’t appreciate you. Someone else will."

Gong Xiaoyu cried on An Junxi’s shoulder, "Jun Xi, this is the last time I cry for him. The last time."

An Junxi let her vent in silence, waiting until her senior could cry no more before saying, "Tomorrow, we’ll figure things out together. Let’s go home first."

She paid the bill and helped her senior up. A few men walked over, leering, "What happened to you two beauties? We’ll cheer you up, and everything will be fine."

An Junxi ignored them and led Gong Xiaoyu aside.

The men blocked their way, one of them studying An Junxi, "This beauty looks familiar."

The man beside him, grinning lecherously, said, "Maybe she’s a regular here. How much per night?"

The others laughed, their gazes becoming more brazen towards An Junxi.

An Junxi didn’t want to confront them directly. It was too risky for them.

Drunk and temperamental, Gong Xiaoyu picked up a bottle and threw it, "Mess with me again, and I’ll castrate you!"

An Junxi held her breath in fear. Her senior was bold because she was drunk, not realizing they were in a den of wolves!

The bottle missed its mark, hitting someone nearby instead. That person walked over, spewing obscenities, and the men around An Junxi called him "Brother Qiang."

Brother Qiang looked at An Junxi and Gong Xiaoyu, "What’s up with these two bitches?"

An Junxi thought they were doomed. These men were in it together. They were really out of luck tonight.

Someone suggested to Brother Qiang, "These two are quite fiery. Mr. Lin would definitely like them."

Brother Qiang scrutinized them again. With Gong Xiaoyu’s flushed cheeks, he almost drooled. Then he recognized An Junxi, "This woman looks familiar."

One of the men who had earlier commented on An Junxi’s familiarity suddenly remembered, "Isn’t this the bitch who offended Mr. Lin last time? Mr. Lin has been looking for her. Coming here again, she must have a death wish!"

Brother Qiang saw an opportunity for merit, "Take them to see Mr. Lin."

The mention of "Mr. Lin" triggered An Junxi’s memory. Last time, she had come to find You Lifen and had been approached by Mr. Lin. They escaped thanks to You Ran.

She hadn’t expected to run into these people again here.

Gong Xiaoyu was now somewhat sober, feeling scared, "Jun Xi, what should we do?"

An Junxi’s hand reached into her bag, pressing the speed dial to call Gu Yikun. He had promised to pick her up.

Someone noticed her actions, snatched her bag, and saw the screen label "husband." He hung up the call, "This bitch is married? More fun to play with a married woman. Boys, let’s move!"

Gong Xiaoyu blocked them, "You scumbags, do you know who her husband is? You must have a death wish!"

The loud music in the bar drowned out Gong Xiaoyu’s voice. The men covered their mouths and dragged them to a private room. The lighting was dim, and the place was full of shady people. Few noticed the struggle, and those who did pretended not to see, avoiding trouble.

An Junxi and Gong Xiaoyu were overpowered, dragged into a large private room. Inside, several men were drinking, with stacks of cash on the table and hostesses beside them, the atmosphere decadent.

An Junxi immediately noticed the obese Mr. Lin. There were white powders on his table, undoubtedly drugs.

She had thought Mr. Lin was at least a lawful film producer but severely underestimated the chaos of this circle.

Brother Qiang proudly said, "Mr. Lin, I heard this woman offended you before. I brought her here for you. How do you want to deal with her?"

Mr. Lin squinted at An Junxi, "I’ve been remembering this little girl. Good job, Little Qiang."

Brother Qiang bent over in flattery, "As long as Mr. Lin is happy. She’s not just some girl. She’s married."

Whether drunk or drugged, Mr. Lin seemed euphoric, "Married is even better. We should let her husband see who his wife has offended. He wouldn’t dare to come asking for her, hahaha!"

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Mr. Lin’s men kept flattering him, making An Junxi nauseous. If they called him "Mr. Lin" a few more times, he might really think himself a lord.

In Yan City, a metropolis full of celebrities and wealthy people, it was miraculous that a petty producer could be so arrogant and live to see another day.