Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

Zhu Yu was unable to react for quite a while.

Chu Jiu had carried the Heir Presumptive… She had carried him in her arms…

Chu Jiu’s strength was too powerful. It was fine with Miss because she was petite in size and was not too heavy.

However, the Heir Presumptive was tall and had long legs. He was about eight feet tall and had a heroic presence. How was she able to carry him like that? [TN: The literal RAW is ‘eight feet (chi) in height’, but there are many variants to the measurements of ‘chi’ for height. Officially, eight ‘chi’ (feet) here can refer to anywhere between 185cm to 200+cm so take this with a pinch of salt.]

Was Chu Jiu still a woman?

Chu Jiu ran off immediately after placing Lu Tingchen on the bed.

Zhu Yu remained stunned by what she had just witnessed.

It took her quite a while before she managed to get herself together and collected her thoughts. She looked at the unconscious Lu Tingchen lying on the bed and gulped.

If the Heir Presumptive found out that he had been carried onto a bed by a woman, would he kill Chu Jiu?

Zhu Yu trembled and did not dare think much of it. She quickly got a blanket and covered Lu Tingchen with it.

The next day.

Lu Tingchen woke up with a splitting headache.

This was something that had never happened to him since he began drinking.

He had always been able to hold his liquor and had never been drunk before.

However, he had gotten drunk after drinking just a vat of wine.

This was something that had never happened before in his life.

He rubbed between his eyes and turned to look at the settings in the room before sitting up.

This was Weiwei’s room.

He had a feeling that someone had carried him after he had gotten drunk last night…

Carried him?

He found this quite ridiculous when that thought flashed through his mind.

How was that possible?

Could his mind have muddled out of drunkenness?

Otherwise, why would he have such a strange thought?

He remembered something, and he took a look at the soft bed he was sitting on. He next turned his gaze toward the table not far away.

He had no recollection of himself climbing onto the bed, but if he did not climb onto it himself, who would have brought him here?

Weiwei had even gotten drunk before he did.

Even if Weiwei was not drunk, she would not have been strong enough to help him up.

His eyes narrowed as he began to ponder hard about this.

Zhu Yu came in and when she saw him awake, she quickly passed him a bowl of hangover soup. “My lord, you’re finally awake. Quickly have some hangover soup, otherwise, you’ll be feeling lethargic when the wedding procession arrives.”

Hearing this, Lu Tingchen stared hard at her, making her uncomfortable until he frowned and finally took the bowl of soup over.

Zhu Yu was quietly relieved.

She decided to never let the Heir Presumptive know that Chu Jiu was the one who carried him onto the bed last night. Otherwise, the Heir Presumptive’s male pride and ego would not be able to take it.

Lu Tingchen saw Chu Jiu walking in after he finished drinking the hangover soup.

Chu Jiu saw him sitting there and entered the room indifferently.

Lu Tingchen was returning the bowl to Zhu Yu when he saw Chu Jiu walking into the inner room and ignoring him. He suddenly called out to her in a grim voice, “Stop right there!”

Chu Jiu stopped in her footsteps. “Is there anything you need, Heir Presumptive?”

Zhu Yu broke out in cold sweat for Chu Jiu.

The Heir Presumptive had never given anyone who was of no consequence to him a friendly look. He had always treated only Miss well. His nickname of Cold-face King of Hell was not given for nothing.

When she noticed the Heir Presumptive stepping down from the bed, she quickly said to Chu Jiu, “It’s getting late, you’d better get Miss up now.” With that, she gave Chu Jiu a look.

Chu Jiu darted a glance at her and went straight toward the inner room.

When Zhu Yu saw her leave, she turned to say to Lu Tingchen, “My lord, if you have anything you need help with, feel free to let me know.”

When Lu Tingchen saw that Chu Jiu had already gone into the inner room, he frowned and said, “It’s alright. Go busy yourself with your work.”

“Yes, my lord.” Zhu Yu headed into the inner room as well after that.

Lu Tingchen pondered for a while and followed into the room as well.

Inner room.

Lu Liangwei was still deep in her sleep. Her petite face was red as she slept.

Chu Jiu was a little worried when she saw this.

Today was the day Miss was getting married and the wedding procession was about to arrive, but Miss was still sleeping so soundly. She might not be able to make it.

At the thought of this, Chu Jiu reached out to nudge Lu Liangwei’s arm. “Miss, wake up.”

Lu Liangwei was so deeply asleep that she could not be woken up.

Zhu Yu, who came in behind Chu Jiu, also began to worry when she saw this.

Miss was getting married and yet here she was, sleeping so soundly. Her Miss was probably the only one behaving this way when the whole world was waiting.

Moreover, once she got nearer, she could smell the alcohol on Miss.

When Zhu Yu saw that Chu Jiu was unable to wake Miss up, she approached Miss and tried nudging her as well, but Miss continued her beauty sleep.

“What should be we do now?” Zhu Yu was extremely anxious.

“Prepare some hot water.”

Lu Tingchen’s voice suddenly said out loud.