Petty jealousy and a competitive mentality blinded his reason, and he even tried to compete with the original spouse, "If Wen Lan Sheng got drunk, would you also buy milk for him?"
"No." Fan Xia shook her head and smiled.
Rong Xiu was overjoyed, and a fine, dense satisfaction surged in his heart, like little bugs in a dark corner, hiding a happiness that couldn't see the light of day.
"Lan Sheng doesn't drink," Fan Xia added.
He doesn't drink, so naturally, he won't get drunk. If he doesn't get drunk, naturally, she won't need to buy him hot milk.
The secret little joys hidden in his heart instantly solidified, turning into a bitterness and jealousy that swelled in his heart. Yes, how could a good boy drink?
"Actually, I didn't drink before either. It's just that sitting in this position, there are some banquets and drinking parties that can't be avoided, so I had to learn to drink." Rong Xiu raised his eyes slightly, carefully explaining and observing Fan Xia's reaction, wanting to see if there was any disgust in her eyes towards his drunkenness.
Fan Xia sat by Rong Xiu's side, the morning sunlight outside the glass window shining on her, as if covered in a layer of hazy light like a soft mist.
She listened quietly, her expression showing no discomfort. On the contrary, she said in a gentle voice, "Regardless of gender, as the leader of the group, it's inevitable to have to socialize in various ways. It's not easy for you to manage Shanhai Group, but you also need to pay attention to your health, drink in moderation, so as not to develop a stomach problem from drinking too much."
As she spoke, Fan Xia started to laugh lightly, "Stomach problems are not pleasant to deal with."
"Mm… I will pay attention and try not to drink in the future." She cared about him. Rong Xiu held the hot milk with both hands, his fingertips slightly forceful, his heart pounding, his whole body numb and trembling from the concern in Fan Xia's tone, his ears turning red.
"Good." Fan Xia smiled slightly, as bright and gentle as spring water.
Rong Xiu lowered his head in a daze, almost not daring to look directly at Fan Xia like this. He could only pretend to be drinking milk to conceal his nervous and flustered state.
But in his haste to drink the hot milk, Rong Xiu ignored the steam still rising from it. He took a sip, his throat scalding, causing him to choke and cough dryly. The milk in the cup spilled out, splashing on his clean white shirt.
"Be careful, it's hot." Fan Xia's words were a step too late, and she hurriedly pulled out two tissues.
"It's okay." Rong Xiu covered his mouth and coughed lightly, taking the tissues she handed over.
Because it was too hot, two drops of moisture even physiologically overflowed from the corners of his narrow, cold eyes, trembling and hanging on his thick, curled lashes. The wine-red mole under the corner of his eye made him look particularly pitiful.
"Oh my, President, why are you coughing so badly? Do you have a cold?" Zhuang Nian had just stepped into the office with an exquisite men's briefcase when he saw Rong Xiu coughing incessantly and asked with concern.
"I just choked on some water, I'll go change my clothes in the inner room." Rong Xiu's face flushed red as he tugged at his milk-soaked collar and ran into the inner rest room specially designed for his naps.
Quickly closing the door, Rong Xiu leaned against the back of the door, breathing heavily, slowly sliding down and sitting on the carpet in a powerless manner. Even though he had escaped Fan Xia's gaze, he still felt that gaze that made his whole body shudder lingering on him, his crazy heartbeat deafening.
*
"Assistant Fan, did the president get drunk last night?" Zhuang Nian asked in a low voice.
"Mm." Fan Xia returned to her desk and turned on the computer.
"The president sometimes likes to drink a little to relieve stress when he encounters particularly difficult things, but he basically never gets drunk overnight. Look at all these bottles on the floor, it must be something that he found particularly tricky or angering for him to be like this." Zhuang Nian said, "By the way, when I came to work today, I saw Rong Yan. I guess the president got drunk because of this matter. No wonder he doesn't let us get involved, after all, it's their family matter."
Fan Xia supported her chin with one hand, thinking of how Rong Xiu had just calmly and coldly responded to Rong Yan's rage, and always felt that this matter shouldn't be so important in Rong Xiu's heart.
About half an hour later, Rong Xiu finally walked out of the inner room, wearing a new black double-breasted wide-striped suit, his messy hair also tidied up impeccably, returning to his usual iceberg-like cold beauty appearance, directly entering work mode.
The half-spilled cup of hot milk she had given him, she originally thought it would be thrown away, but who knew it would be placed by Rong Xiu next to the computer, occasionally taking a small sip. After finishing it, his gaze would linger on it for a second or two, then quickly glance at her. When discovered, he would immediately lower his head, his fingertips flying as if he were focused on work.
"Assistant Fan, I'm not eating a diet meal today. I heard that a restaurant across the street is not bad, do you want to go together?" Zhuang Nian asked, stretching as he left his seat during the lunch break.
"No need." Fan Xia smiled and took out the lunch Wen Lan Sheng had made from the refrigerator, "I brought food from home."
"A love-filled lunchbox!" Zhuang Nian covered his mouth and exclaimed, "Made by your fiancé?"
Fan Xia nodded slightly.
Zhuang Nian's voice reached Rong Xiu's ears. He stopped his work and looked at the lunchbox in Fan Xia's hand, his eyes gradually turning cold.
"Let me see, let me see." Zhuang Nian excitedly opened the lunchbox, "Braised shrimp, stir-fried broccoli, tomato shrimp balls, and even lotus root and corn bone soup, with dipping sauce provided. Oh my god, your fiancé is too virtuous! I'm ashamed of myself! Ashamed of myself!"
Zhuang Nian's repeated praises only sounded grating and unpleasant to Rong Xiu, and his face became even colder.
They were just the most ordinary home-cooked dishes, what was there to boast about? The private boys' high school he attended in junior and senior high had cooking and culinary classes, and the teachers were all famous chefs from renowned restaurants. The dishes he made always ranked first in every competition. The dishes Wen Lan Sheng made were just an amateur in front of an expert in Rong Xiu's eyes.
He was just relying on his identity as Fan Xia's fiancé to openly make her food. If he… Rong Xiu's heart ached, envious and resentful of Wen Lan Sheng.
"Fan Xia." Rong Xiu's cold voice interrupted Zhuang Nian's incessant praise of Wen Lan Sheng.
"Is there something, President?" Fan Xia asked.
"Do you have time at noon? Come with me to inspect the new district hospital." Rong Xiu said.
Although a little surprised, as the president's assistant, receiving a high salary naturally meant being ready for work at any time. Without hesitation, Fan Xia put away the lunchbox and said, "I have time, I'll drive."
Rong Xiu nodded slightly and took a quick glance when she closed the lunchbox.
The shrimp veins were handled too hastily, not completely removed, with some broken pieces left in the shrimp meat; the broccoli was blanched without adding salt, so the color wasn't green enough; not enough starch was added to the shrimp balls, resulting in a shape that wasn't full enough.
Virtuous? Just so-so. Rong Xiu's eyes revealed a sick jealousy.
Fan Xia quickly got ready and went to the new district hospital with Rong Xiu. Because it was a sudden decision, the hospital director and others didn't know about his arrival. Fan Xia followed Rong Xiu on a tour of the hospital and then left.
That's right, they left.
Usually, an inspection of a hospital wouldn't be done so hastily. They arrived at the new district hospital at 12:30 and left at only 1:10.
Noticing the confusion in Fan Xia's eyes, Rong Xiu concealed his guilty conscience and said, "This visit was just a simple surprise check on the hospital's service quality. There will be a dedicated inspection team to follow up later."
Fan Xia nodded.
Seeing that Fan Xia believed him, Rong Xiu let out a sigh of relief, his aloof eyes tinged with a rare smile, "Sorry for taking up your lunch break. As compensation, let me treat you to a meal."
West Boat Villa, a high-end Chinese restaurant with an elegant and simple decor.
Of course, even higher-end were its prices, so expensive that it was mind-boggling.
But in Rong Xiu's eyes, it was no different from buying a two-dollar grilled sausage on the street.
After ordering, the waiter quickly brought the dishes. Tea tree mushroom fish fillets, pan-fried fresh matsutake mushrooms, perilla seaweed seared Wagyu beef, baked stuffed crab shell, and scallop matsutake sea snail soup. The portions were not large, just right for two people, and the taste was superb, with each dish preserving the original freshness of the ingredients as much as possible.
Throughout the entire meal, Rong Xiu's demeanor was elegant, chewing slowly and thoroughly. It wasn't until near the end that Rong Xiu suddenly asked, "Is it to your liking?"
Fan Xia wiped the corner of her mouth, "It's delicious."
Rong Xiu's eyes moved slightly. Perhaps it was because of the warm lighting in the restaurant, but those narrow, indifferent eyes actually showed a faint hint of a smile when looking at her, appearing ambiguous and unclear, "Getting tired of the monotonous flavors of home-cooked meals, it's not bad to try something new outside occasionally, right?"
Fan Xia uncomfortably agreed. His smile seemed to lick her eyes like a tongue of fire. She had never seen Rong Xiu like this before. Beneath his cold and ascetic exterior, there was actually an allure that was difficult to describe in words.
*
At 11 o'clock in the evening, Wen Lan Sheng secretly took a taxi to run home after Wen Ming Yue and Xie Cen fell asleep.
Seeing the already sleeping Fan Xia, Wen Lan Sheng quietly walked over, gently brushed away the hair covering the side of Fan Xia's face, and kissed her cheek with incomparable affection and admiration. He then went to the kitchen to prepare ingredients so that he could save time when preparing the lunchbox early the next morning.
In the kitchen, the lunchbox had already been washed and put away. Wen Lan Sheng smiled slightly and was about to open the refrigerator to cut vegetables when he keenly noticed that the garbage thrown into the trash can was the lunch he had carefully prepared for Fan Xia.
Wen Lan Sheng was stunned for a moment and squatted in front of the trash can. Because it hadn't been eaten all day, the food had already spoiled and turned sour.
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