No matter what her reasons were for jumping into bed with him, from the bottom of his heart, he was certain that it wasn't because she loved him.
Perhaps she had drank too much that night and took him for Xu Jiamu's substitute, or perhaps it just was all the liquor... Nevertheless, it had already happened. There was no use in crying over spilled milk. The next day, when he woke up, he casually found an excuse to beat around the bush.
In fact, he clearly knew that their deal wasn't her idea, but he still stubbornly deceived himself to believe it was true, that he never made such a deal with her. Then he could make himself feel good. He never betrayed his own brother, Xu Jiamu. It was Qiao Anhao, that woman seduced him.
His intentions really weren't innocent. He was the worst, but there was no helping it. All he could do was use that to his advantage, and vent his anger at her again and again.