At this moment at the Emperor Garden Hotel, in Room 888.
Su Qian, who had been resting with her eyes closed, slowly opened her eyes when she heard the door open. She looked up at the figure walking in.
Despite his simple attire which consisted of a white shirt and black suitpants, he was really good looking.
"Uncle," she called out softly.
Si Shaoyan sat opposite her, his right hand casually resting on the armrest as he sized her up.
After a while, the corners of his lips curled up.
"You've grown quite a bit."
There was a rare gentleness on her face, "After all, the last time we met was three years ago."
In the past three years, her uncle had looked for her, but she didn't want to see him. Her uncle was the only warmth in her heart, and she didn't want this warmth to be destroyed because of her.
Si Shaoyan stared at her face, which could be considered gentle. It was rare for her to lose her usual gloomy aura. He really couldn't tell that she was a patient.
However, he remembered what Tang Yi had said to him and couldn't help worrying.
He had regretted it more than once. When her father and brother died back then, he should've forcefully brought her to the Si family and not left her alone in the Su family, which was akin to hell.
"You... went to get medicine from Tang Yi again?"
Su Qian looked up at Si Shaoyan and seemed a little displeased, "Why does this gossiper tell you everything?"
Si Shaoyan knew what she was angry about and said indifferently, "I forced him to. Don't blame him."
"He's so nosy. He doesn't even know how to protect a patient's privacy," Su Qian mumbled.
Si Shaoyan looked at her helplessly with a hint of adoration in his eyes. He didn't continue the conversation and instead ordered a few of her favorite dishes.
When she asked for some alcohol, he had never rejected any of her requests, so he ordered a glass of champagne with very low alcohol content.
Su Qian felt that the alcohol content of the champagne was too low and wasn't as strong as the taste of vodka. However, in front of her uncle, she didn't show any of that.
Si Shaoyan knew that she liked to drink, but he didn't expect her to like it so much. She had finished a bottle of champagne on and off, yet she didn't even take a bite of the food in front of her.
He personally placed the food in front of her, "Eat more. Drinking too much is bad for your health."
Even her soul was shattered, so why would she care about her body?
In the past, no matter when, as long as she was drinking, she would always be calm and self-restrained, never letting herself get drunk.
She didn't expect that in front of her uncle, she would gradually feel tipsy. It even brought out the darkness that had been suppressed in the depths of her soul. She had a hard time controlling it.
She looked at Si Shaoyan, her eyes red.
"Uncle, do you think everyone would be happy if I were the one who died?"
Upon hearing this, Si Shaoyan's face unconsciously turned frosty, "You're drunk."
Si Shaoyan went over and sat beside her. He asked the waiter for a cup of hangover tea. Although it didn't have any immediate effect, it was better than nothing.
"They exchanged their lives for you. They were willing to do this for you. It's not your fault."
Hah.
Su Qian didn't retort and only snorted in self-mockery.
This did not sound like a sigh, but it was more like a stone pressing down on Si Shaoyan's heart.
The Su Qian he knew five years ago was a very different person. She was like a savage beast, with only the instinct to destroy. Everyone feared her.
He had always thought that she had gradually become normal under Tang Yi's treatment but now he wasn't sure.
Under her mask, she hid endless thoughts that no one could see through.
Just then, Si Shaoyan's assistant came in to report the situation.
This was the first time he had seen his master treat someone so patiently and gently. The assistant was a little stunned for a moment.
Si Shaoyan was a little displeased to be interrupted so abruptly. His expression turned frosty.
"What's the matter?"
The assistant returned to his senses and replied in a hurry, "Master, there seems to be some unrest at the border. The master has sent you to deal with it as soon as possible."
"Do I need to go personally for such a small matter?"
After he finished speaking, he looked down at Su Qian, who was lying on the ground, and narrowed his eyes. Was it because the old man knew that he was here to see her, so he was giving him something to do?
The assistant hung his head low.
It was obvious that he was cannon fodder, so he didn't dare to speak at this time.
Si Shaoyan tucked some loose strands of hair behind her ear and said cheerfully, "Qian Qian, I have some matters to attend to. I'll leave a chauffeur for you to send you back later."
Su Qian sobered up a little and waved her hand, "I don't need a chauffeur. I can drive back by myself when I'm awake."
Si Shaoyan was very worried about her. Even though she was unwilling, he still left a chauffeur for her.
After Si Shaoyan left, Su Qian ordered a few more bottles of hard liquor.
After a few bottles, she realized that she was becoming more and more sober. It turned out that she was not drunk, but intoxicated.
***
She reeked of alcohol when she returned to Dijing Manor. Lu Mingxiu frowned when he saw her.
"Did you drink?"
Su Qian sat on the sofa and replied lazily, "No, I didn't."
The smell of the wine was so strong and pungent, and she said that she didn't drink?
How did she say it so shamelessly?
He didn't mind her drinking, but he was a little uncomfortable when she was drunk.
Just as he was about to speak, Su Qian burst out laughing, "Let me guess, you're going to tell me that I'm not allowed to enter Dijing Manor the next time I'm drunk, right?"
Lu Mingxiu's frown deepened.
Lu Mingxiu was a clean freak. He hated the smell of smoke, alcohol, and all stimulating smells, including food.
He had set rules and regulations for his life, and even set standards for the people and food he liked.
Su Qian couldn't care less about the look on his face as she sat comfortably on the sofa, almost falling down. She massaged her temples and looked at Lu Mingxiu with a faint smile.
"Young Master Lu, sometimes I am really curious. Do you like Qin Yunshuang and set your standards for liking her? Or do you like her because she meets your standards? Or do you like other women if they meet your standards?"
Lu Mingxiu's expression turned cold for a moment, but in the next second, he suddenly walked over and sat beside her. He lifted her chin with his fingers, his eyes thick and misty, and his voice low and hoarse, "Can I take it that you're jealous when you ask this?"