Cephalosporin and alcohol, take it or leave it.

He drank so much tonight, he probably thought I gave him cephalosporin and poisoned him.

That bastard, he thinks I'm some kind of Pan Jinlian.

"My good intentions have been wasted. Fine, I won't take it." I said, about to throw the medicine away.

Fu Yanshen grasped my hand just in time. His gaze was fixed on me, and under the light, two bright spots gleamed in the man's dark eyes. "Kindness?"

He asked.

I understood the unspoken meaning in his words.

He thought I cared about him.

I raised an eyebrow. "Shengshi is counting on you to make money. If you collapse, how much will they lose every day?"

That's the truth. Now that he's fallen ill, my dad is going to be anxious again.

Fu Yanshen's eyes turned cold, and he let out a soft snort, looking very displeased.

He released my hand and put the pill in my palm into his mouth.

"Water." I handed him the water glass.

He kept his eyes closed and ignored me.

If you don't want to drink, then forget it.

I took a shower, and when I came back, I lay down on the chaise lounge for some peace and quiet, and fell asleep exhausted.

Later, in a daze, someone picked me up, and I quickly fell into a clean and refreshing embrace, my nose pressed against a bare chest.

The warm skin exuded a familiar scent. I snuggled closer, found a comfortable position, and drifted off to sleep.

...

When I woke up, Fu Yanshen was looking at me with that doting gaze, a gentle and harmless smile on his lips.

I stared intently at him.

His smile didn't disappear, and a slight flutter stirred in a corner of my heart.

In my past life, he almost never smiled at me.

"You're drooling," he said with a smile, taking a tissue and wiping my mouth.

I was stunned for a moment before I realized that he had just been mocking me!

What else?

I chuckled to myself and rolled my eyes at him.

Remembering how he deliberately tormented me last night so that Song Sinan next door could hear, I kicked him hard again and rolled over to get out of bed.

Fu Yanshen pulled me back, pinned me down, and gave me a deep kiss that I couldn't resist. I hit him several times before he finally let go of me.

After I finished my makeup, I looked at the hickeys on my neck that I couldn't hide no matter what I did, and cursed Fu Yanshen's ancestors for eighteen generations in my mind.

I had to mentally prepare myself before I felt comfortable going downstairs for breakfast.

Fu Yanshen held my hand tightly and led me to the restaurant on the first floor.

At that moment, Song Sinan was sitting alone in a corner of the restaurant, dressed in a suit and tie, having breakfast in an elegant and refined manner.

"Good morning, Sinan!" I greeted him calmly.

The handsome man raised his chin, picked up a napkin, and wiped his mouth. "Qiao Qiao, Mr. Fu, good morning!"

A sincere smile graced his handsome, refined face.

I immediately felt relieved.

"Mr. Song, good morning. I'm sorry I'm late. Qiaoqiao was exhausted last night."

At this moment, Fu Yanshen raised his voice.

Anyone could hear the ambiguity in his words. I was furious. He really deserved to take cephalosporin last night.

"It's alright, there's a buffet breakfast over there, please help yourselves."

Song Sinan smiled and said politely.

There was nothing unusual about it.

Come to think of it, a male god wouldn't be so bored as to pay attention to other people's marital affairs.

Unlike that beast, who is vulgar and petty.

The beast pretended to get me breakfast, all of which were my favorites, and he ate the millet porridge in a good mood.

It seems my stomach is better now.

The three of us were having a meal, and Song Sinan and I were chatting as usual when suddenly there was a commotion at the villa entrance.

A group of young men and women came in from outside; they were the same group of second-generation rich kids from yesterday. They were pointing and talking amongst themselves.

As I was wondering, a girl with bald hair stepped out from the crowd!

She was wearing a champagne-colored silk nightgown, her bare, white feet exposed, and she walked towards me, sobbing.

She wasn't wearing makeup; her eyes were swollen like fresh walnuts, and she had deep dark circles under them.

I still recognized her.

Qin Lulu.

How did she suddenly become bald? She had long hair just last night.

"Qiaoqiao, I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't have spoken ill of you behind your back. Please forgive me, I will never do it again."

Across the dining table, Qin Lulu looked at me and apologized to me, sobbing.

Her narrow shoulders trembled, and her eyes were filled with fear, a far cry from her usual arrogance and domineering nature.

"What's going on?" I walked up to her and asked, puzzled.

Qin Lulu looked at me with a look of horror in her eyes and kept shaking her head.

It was the daughter of the Xu family next door who told me what had happened.

After the bonfire party last night, Qin Lulu returned to her room and was sleeping soundly when suddenly someone grabbed her, covered her eyes and mouth, pulled her hair, and used a razor to shave off her beautiful long hair.

The man also warned her not to speak ill of him or oppose him again.

Qin Lulu was terrified and lay there motionless. It wasn't until the next morning that someone discovered her hair had been shaved off.

"Miss Sheng, I won't do it again, I'm so sorry..." Qin Lulu kept crying and apologizing to me.

I'm completely baffled too.

Who will help me teach her a lesson?

I turned to look at the two men who were leisurely eating their breakfast.

Fu Yanshen? Impossible. He wouldn't care if people talked about me behind my back.

Song Sinan? Even less likely. An honest person doesn't do things in secret.

Besides, he had no reason to stand up for me; our relationship wasn't that good.

Could it be Beichen?

He was even "exiled" to an overseas branch by my dad, so that's probably impossible.

I offered Qin Lulu a few words of comfort, since I didn't have much of a grudge against her anyway, and we should just let it go.

Having experienced the previous two incidents, I didn't ask Fu Yanshen, lest I be humiliated by him again.

That day, Fu Yanshen asked me to go back to the city with him, but before I could agree, he was called away by Shi Xia with a phone call.

I've been busy with the production and promotion of Muye's new album, so I'm rarely in Beijing. Even when I do return to the city, I don't go back to that home.

Going back would only annoy me with that fly Shi Xia; I don't want to be a short-lived ghost again.

At 10 p.m., I landed in Beijing and went straight to the company to pick up an important document.

"Shi Xia, are you crazy? This is the company!"

As I left my department and headed towards the elevator, I heard a familiar male voice, deep in tone.

Summer?

I was a little confused for a moment. Was it the Shi Xia I knew?

"It's so late, and there's no one around, what are you afraid of? Stop dawdling, hurry up, Mr. Lu... um—"

The girl's charming voice and heavy breathing filled the air, creating an extremely ambiguous atmosphere.

Mr. Lu?

My feet moved on their own, and I crept to the corner of the corridor, stood against the wall, and peered inside...

In the corridor, a girl wearing a bodycon mini-skirt and a blazer stood on tiptoe, her arms wrapped around a man's neck, passionately kissing him.

She kept making shy moans, and then she freed one hand, grabbed the man's hand, and covered her breasts with it.

The man rubbed it hard, and the wedding ring on his ring finger glittered.

He is my cousin, Lu Ming!

And the girl was...