Chapter 15: Entering the House
"I'll take the contract." After signing, Rong Yan directly left the private room.
After she left, Fan Xia slumped in her chair, covering her mouth as she coughed. The spicy burning sensation in her throat rushed to her head, causing involuntary tears to flow.
Rong Xiu quickly poured her a cup of tea and helped her drink it: "Baijiu is so strong, why did you gulp it down so hastily?"
Unlike wine glasses, baijiu cups are small and delicate, not holding much liquor. Fan Xia held a cup in each hand, and before he could react, she had already downed two cups, then continued one after another.
Fan Xia leaned back in her chair, her fair face flushed with intoxication, her eyes watery: "As a qualified employee, it's my duty to drink on behalf of the boss."
Perhaps because she had drunk ten cups of baijiu in one go, her tone also carried a soft, drunken lilt, unlike her usual self. Though gentle, it was distant, especially with that faint smile on her lips, barely there, enticing him like soft silk.
Rong Xiu swallowed, his cold eyes behind the frameless glasses burning like a fierce fire. In your heart, am I just your boss?
Before Rong Xiu could ask this question, Fan Xia's expression changed slightly, her smiling lips suddenly pressed into a straight line, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.
Rong Xiu took in her every subtle movement, leaning in to ask: "What's wrong?"
Fan Xia's hand, hanging by the armrest, clutched her stomach, her intoxicated eyes filled with pain: "I think my stomach condition is acting up."
Rong Xiu's expression suddenly tightened, his fingertips gripping her wrist: "I'll take you to the hospital."
"No need." Fan Xia grasped his hand in return, shaking her head slightly: "It's not a serious stomach condition. I have medicine at home. I'll be fine after taking some and resting for a while."
Rong Xiu frowned: "No, I'm not comfortable with you in this state."
Fan Xia gripped his hand a little tighter, their skin touching. Her body temperature, elevated from the alcohol, burned his fingertips like fire. His usually cool, fair fingertips were now unnaturally flushed.
"I know my own condition. It's not very painful, so don't worry."
Indeed, it wasn't very painful, just a dull ache. Fan Xia wasn't someone who neglected her health. If it really hurt badly, she would go to the hospital without Rong Xiu having to say anything.
"It's just that I've been drinking, so I probably can't drive. Could you take me home?" Fan Xia's head leaned weakly against the chair back, her smooth, dark hair falling loose. Her breath carried the intoxicating scent of alcohol, melting away all his resolve.
"Alright, but I need to see you take the medicine and make sure your stomach doesn't hurt anymore before I leave," Rong Xiu said, clearly misunderstanding, thinking Fan Xia was putting on a brave face about the pain.
"Okay." Fan Xia laughed softly, her eyes curving slightly, stars dancing in her gaze.
She knew explanations were useless, so she simply agreed. Once they got home and she took the medicine, everything would be fine.
Entering Rong Xiu's car, Fan Xia fastened her own seatbelt. Even after ten cups of baijiu, her consciousness was still relatively clear.
As expected of a top-tier luxury car, once the door closed, the noisy sounds of the city were blocked out. There was an unknown fragrance inside the car. She leaned against the window, quietly watching the neon lights flashing by outside.
At 7 PM, traffic in the city center was at its most congested.
Looking at the seemingly endless line of cars, Rong Xiu's frameless glasses couldn't hide his anxiety. He glanced at the quiet Fan Xia beside him: "Is your stomach hurting badly? Maybe I should take you directly to the hospital."
"It's really fine," Fan Xia shook her head, her voice as soft as gossamer: "My stomach condition is from being hungry at the orphanage when I was young. Later, with gradual care, it's not a big issue anymore. It's just because I drank too much strong alcohol at once that it flared up. It's not really that painful, don't worry."
As she spoke, her smooth hair fell to her slender neck, black hair and snow-white skin intertwining. The dazzling neon lights from outside shone in, yet couldn't light up the gleam in her eyes.
Rong Xiu took a deep breath, not knowing how to comfort her.
The fact that Fan Xia was an orphan was known to many people in university. Sometimes Rong Xiu would think, if it weren't for that car accident with her parents, Fan Xia surely wouldn't have endured so much hardship. That pain should never have existed.
And after all these years, the hit-and-run driver still hadn't been found and was roaming free.
He didn't dare tell Fan Xia that actually, during their university years, after learning about her family's misfortune, he had secretly asked someone to inquire at the police station, wanting to help her find the hit-and-run driver.
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