I'm a Villain! Why Are You Trying to Date Me? - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Can We Stop Talking About Kissing and Hugging?

It’s often said that a woman is most alluring when she first wakes up, dazed and unaware of her surroundings…

And with Shang Chan’s beauty, it wasn’t just her morning daze—even in her usual sharp and decisive state, she had countless admirers willing to risk everything just to take her home and make her their queen.

Lin Tian, lying on a small folding bed nearby, heard Shang Chan’s soft, sleepy voice and immediately sat up.

“President, you’re awake?”

His voice carried a hint of helplessness.

Technically, his apartment had other bedrooms, and under normal circumstances, a man and a woman should not be sleeping in the same room.

But heaven and earth could testify—this really wasn’t his fault!

The moment Shang Chan got drunk, she became a completely different person.

While Lin Tian was cleaning up the dishes, she had started acting up—demanding that he sing for her, asking for hugs, and even trying to get him to help her undress for a bath…

If Lin Tian hadn’t been so painfully aware that this woman was trouble, Shang Chan would probably have woken up in his arms this morning.

Throughout the night, she kept waking up asking for water, clutching his hand like a child.

Just when he finally managed to coax her back to sleep, she started having nightmares, tears soaking the pillow beneath her.

A flawless beauty, drunk and crying like a delicate flower right in his bed—if anyone had seen this scene, no amount of explanation could have cleared Lin Tian’s name.

Fortunately, Shang Chan’s stamina had its limits. After a bit of fussing, she finally settled down.

Worried that she might start acting up again or accidentally hurt herself in a drunken stupor, Lin Tian had pulled out a folding bed and slept beside her.

Now, as he watched her groggily wake up, her dazed expression impossibly adorable, he felt his heart skip a beat.

There’s an old saying—beauty brings disaster.

Lin Tian thought, if Bao Si had even half of Shang Chan’s allure, then King You of Zhou’s decision to burn those warning beacons truly wasn’t unjustified.

“President, you’re finally awake?”

Lin Tian’s voice was filled with helplessness.

On the bed, Shang Chan still seemed a bit hazy from the alcohol. She gently clutched the edge of the blanket with her slender, fair fingers—delicate like scallion stalks. Even without any nail polish, they carried a natural, smooth luster.

Despite having slept through the night without any skincare routine, her skin remained as soft and flawless as fine jade.

Her hair was scattered over the pillow as she blinked lightly, her vision finally focusing on Lin Tian, who sat at the bedside.

The moment she met his clear, calm gaze—tinged with a trace of worry and resignation—Shang Chan felt a strange sense of peace settle in her heart.

She had worked with Lin Tian for years but had never realized that this man could give her such a feeling of security.

Was it because she had heard his inner thoughts yesterday?

Shang Chan wasn’t sure.

And just as she was recalling everything that had happened, as the thought of his “inner voice” surfaced in her mind—

A familiar, helpless voice rang in her ears.

Shang Chan’s lips curved into a faint smile, even as Lin Tian’s words—crude as they were—echoed in her mind.

Compared to the flattery from subordinates, the false politeness of her relatives, and the carefully measured words of wealthy heirs, she found Lin Tian’s straightforwardness refreshing.

More importantly, these were his true thoughts.

…

Still, she was a CEO, after all. Even if she could ignore what happened while drunk, now that she was sober, she couldn’t just keep lying in bed.

Though…

She had to admit, Lin Tian’s bed was surprisingly comfortable. Even the scent of it seemed to suit her perfectly.

Shang Chan spoke calmly, “Manager Lin, about yesterday… I apologize. I don’t usually drink, and when I do, I get drunk easily. If I did anything inappropriate, I hope you won’t hold it against me.”

She didn’t bother to ask Lin Tian to keep it a secret.

As the direct descendant of the Zhao family and the CEO of Xinghai Group, she had long grown accustomed to all kinds of rumors and gossip. If word got out that she had spent the night at Lin Tian’s place, so what? In the world of business warfare, slander and smear campaigns were nothing new.

Lin Tian shook his head with a smile.

“You’re too polite, President Shang. I live alone most of the time—if you had a comfortable stay, that’s all that matters.”

Shang Chan’s lips curved slightly.

Comfortable stay? Was he implying something?

Then, right at that moment, Lin Tian’s inner thoughts echoed in her ears again—

【I absolutely can’t drink with this woman again. When she’s drunk, she hugs, kisses, and even tries to undress for a bath? Tsk, if I weren’t a gentleman, she’d probably be waking up crying right now.】

Shang Chan: “…”

Her face instantly heated up.

Could this man stop bringing up the hugging and kissing?!

Shang Chan’s eyes widened in shock!

Last night…

She cried, threw a tantrum, hugged, kissed…

And even tried to… undress?

Shang Chan hurriedly and discreetly checked her clothes, only to hear Lin Tian teasing from the side of the bed.

“President Shang, you don’t think I’m the kind of scoundrel who’d take advantage of someone, do you?”

Shang Chan’s cheeks flushed slightly. She shook her head softly and replied, “Of course not. I trust Manager Lin’s character.”

The two tacitly avoided discussing the matter any further.

A while later, Shang Chan got up, tidied herself, and finished washing up.

When she came out into the living room, she found that Lin Tian had already prepared breakfast.

Lin Tian wasn’t someone who liked waking up early. In fact, as the General Manager of Xinghai’s Investment Department, he had every right to sleep in if he wanted to.

But having lived alone for years, he was, of course, more than capable of making breakfast.

“President Shang, have some breakfast… Millet porridge, eggs. Do you drink milk? It helps neutralize the effects of alcohol.”

“Mm.”

Shang Chan tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and sat down across from Lin Tian with composure. She picked up a porcelain spoon and took small sips of the porridge.

Who would have thought that the usually decisive and imposing Shang Chan—the woman who might as well have “cold and aloof” stamped on her ID—could look so much like a homely, gentle woman, sitting in Lin Tian’s house, sipping porridge and nibbling on eggs?

“Lin Tian, yesterday… didn’t you promise me something?”

Her cool voice floated over as she drank the porridge, sounding casual yet somehow carrying a hint of solemnity.

Across from her, Lin Tian was momentarily stunned before he frowned in confusion.

[This woman turns into a completely different person when she’s drunk. She clearly forgot everything else, so how does she remember this so clearly? Don’t tell me all that hugging and kissing was intentional?]

Hearing his thoughts, Shang Chan’s slender fingers instantly tightened around the porcelain spoon.

Can we not bring up the hugging and kissing?

At that moment, Lin Tian put on a perfectly standard smile.

“President Shang, you must be mistaken. I don’t recall promising you anything.”

Shang Chan looked up in surprise, her eyes showing a hint of redness for a brief moment.

But then, she caught the teasing glint in Lin Tian’s gaze.

A faint blush spread down her fair neck.

“Manager Lin, you can’t go back on a promise!”

Her voice carried a softness and a hint of playful complaint—something even she hadn’t noticed.

It seemed that, around Lin Tian, she was becoming more and more at ease.