Time Travel: Brothel Maid

"Xiao Guoer is right. Come, let's have a drink together." Fu Qian'an was not afraid. He had already drunk the antidote in advance.

Xiao Guoer saw that he really drank the wine in the glass, and she was hesitant. Did he just want to drink with her? Was there really nothing added to the wine?

Fu Qi'an watched Xiao Guo'er drink two glasses of wine in a row, but still showed no signs of fainting. He gnashed his teeth in anger, and cursed the eight generations of the profiteer who sold him the knockout drug: Damn it! How dare you sell me fake goods? Tomorrow I will make you eat all these fake drugs!

After Xiao Guoer "drank" three cups, the towel in her sleeve was so wet that it was about to drip wine. She couldn't "drink" like this anymore, otherwise she would be exposed soon.

So she pretended to be drunk and drowsy, half-closing her eyes with a hazy look, as if her thoughts were already confused, and she began to stutter: "Mr. Fu...Mr. Fu, I...I can't drink much, I really...I really can't drink anymore, today...let's stop here, let's...get together another day."

After saying that, Xiao Guoer pretended to be unsteady and was about to stand up and leave shakily.

Fu Qian'an was delighted when he saw this. Even if he was drunk, it would be the same if he was not obsessed with it!

He immediately stopped Xiao Guo'er's way and said, "How can you get drunk after just three cups? Have two more cups. It doesn't matter if you get drunk. If you get drunk, you can rest in my villa."

"Absolutely not. Sister is waiting for me to come home."

"I'll ask someone to send a letter to Yingniang."

Why is this guy so difficult to deal with? Xiao Guoer sat back on the stool with a helpless look on her face. She didn't even look at the wine that Fu Qian'an handed over to her. She just put her head on the table and pretended to be drunk.

Xiao Guoer rested her head on her arms, her eyes narrowed. From the light from under the table, she could see Fu Qi'an standing up and walking to her side. Then, she felt a push on her shoulder, and heard him whisper, "Xiao Guoer? Xiao Guoer? Are you really drunk? Or is the knockout drug working?"

Xiao Guoer was instantly shocked and broke out in a cold sweat. Oh my god, this guy actually planned to drug her! A knockout drug? What on earth did he want to do by knocking her out?

Xiao Guoer continued to pretend to be unconscious. She wanted to see what Fu Qian was up to!

Fu Qi'an was delighted to see that Xiao Guo'er could not be woken up no matter how hard he pushed her. No matter whether she fainted because of the knockout drug or because she was drunk, he could finally see her true face now.

After a while, when the matter is done, he will let her stay in this villa, and from now on she will be completely his.

Fu Qian'an turned around and excitedly trotted to the water tank outside to get a basin of water, then trotted back to the room.

He soaked the handkerchief in the basin, lifted Xiao Guoer's head and was about to wipe her face, but in the next second he was so frightened that he almost dropped the handkerchief to the ground.

He saw Xiao Guoer staring at him with eyes wide open. There was no sign of drunkenness in those eyes. Instead, there was a questioning light flashing in the clear black pupils.

Even Fu Qi'an, a bad guy with a strong mentality, couldn't help but feel guilty. He swallowed his saliva and said in a slightly trembling voice: "You...you are not drunk?"

Xiao Guoer pushed him away and saw the wet towel in his hand. Alarm bells rang in her heart. Could it be that he recognized her disguise? Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel guilty, "You...what do you want to do?"

Both of them had their own guilty feelings, and no one spoke for a while. The air seemed to freeze in an awkward and weird silence.

Finally, Fu Qianan took the lead in breaking the silence, "Why are you pretending to be drunk?"

Xiao Guoer had a stern face and asked instead of answering, "Why did you drug me? And what are you going to do?"

Fu Qian'an felt a little embarrassed by her continuous questioning. He held the wet handkerchief tightly in his hand. For the first time in his life, he felt uneasy and at a loss after his conspiracy was exposed in front of him.

After a moment of silence, Fu Qi'an asked a question that had been bothering him tonight, "Why didn't you faint?"

Xiao Guoer ignored the dampness of the wine-soaked towel on her wrist and sneered, "What are you going to do if I faint?"

"You also said that I look like your cousin who died young. Is that how you treated your cousin?"

Xiao Guoer keenly noticed that Fu Qi'an's expression was a little unnatural, as if he was a little guilty and lacked confidence. So she took the opportunity to attack him with full momentum, speaking in a sharp tone and questioning him repeatedly.

Facing her furious questioning, as expected, Fu Qian'an looked confused and wanted to explode but was speechless and guilty.

If facing someone else, Fu Qi'an might not be so at a loss. He would just do the bad thing, as it was not something he had not done before. If he was exposed, he would be exposed. Anyway, he had nothing to fear and the other party could do nothing to him.

But the person opposite him was Xiao Guoer, whom he had been thinking about all the time. For some reason, facing Xiao Guoer's look of disappointment and disgust, his arrogance inexplicably diminished by three points.

"Uh...you misunderstood...I actually..." Fu Qian'an cleared his throat and racked his brain for an excuse. Before he could find a reasonable excuse, he heard a servant's exclamation from outside the door.

Fu Qian'an and Xiao Guo'er both heard it, and they both looked towards the door in surprise.

Fu Qian heaved a sigh of relief. Now he didn't have to make excuses. What other reasons could he have for doing bad things? He never bothered to make false excuses.

Just as he was about to make an excuse to go out and see why the servant screamed, the door of the room was suddenly kicked open by someone from the outside.

The next moment, Fu Qi'an's secret joy instantly turned into horror.

A man in black kicked the door open, holding an extremely sharp sword in his hand. Fresh red blood was constantly dripping from the sword, which was flashing with a chilling cold light and bloody murderous aura. At this moment, it was firmly across his neck.