Chapter 90 A Little Strawberry

Su Nian paused with the chopsticks in her hand, and was completely stunned when she looked up - the girl who followed Zhong Jie in was wearing a beige sweater, with long hair draped over her shoulders and a shy smile on her face. It was her colleague Fang Xia!

"Sister Fang Xia?" Su Nian asked subconsciously, her tone full of surprise.

Although she and Fang Xia worked in the same company, she didn't interact much because she had just started there. She only knew that Fang Xia was quiet and kind, and she had never expected to meet in this "family bureau".

Fang Xia obviously didn't expect this either. Her eyes widened slightly and she smiled a little embarrassedly: "Su Nian, what a coincidence."

Wu Yichen immediately perked up and winked at Fang Xia, "Great, Zhong Jie, you're hiding so well? Pretty girl, come sit down, don't stand anymore."

Zhong Jie asked her to sit next to him and rolled his eyes at Qin Chuan who was handing her the wine, "She doesn't drink." He considerately replaced it with a drink.

Seeing Zhong Jie's protective expression, Qin Chuan thought, if you are no longer single, then you are no longer single, but you still want to show off. But showing off your girlfriend is more discouraging than showing off your wealth!

"Okay, okay, I know it's not easy for you to blossom. I'll spoil you. I'll spoil you to death!"

Su Nian quickly poured a drink for Fang Xia: "Ignore them, they just like to joke around. You can eat whatever you want, don't be polite."

Fang Xia was obviously more relaxed. She smiled and said "thank you". She glanced at the steaming hot pot and asked Zhong Jie softly, "Did you order the shabu-shabu hot pot? I thought you guys all liked spicy hot pot."

Zhong Jie raised his chin proudly: "Of course, we have family members at our table, so we have to take the ladies' taste into consideration. Besides, spicy hotpot is easy to cause internal heat, so the shabu-shabu hotpot is healthier."

Wu Yichen interrupted, "Come on, who dragged me to eat spicy hot pot last week, and ended up with a hoarse throat and unable to speak the next day?"

"Lawyer Zhong, you'd better protect your voice," Qin Chuan added slowly, "otherwise, when the court opens, the parties will think you have a screaming chicken in the dock."

These people are considered social elites after all, but I didn’t expect that their private chats would be so... unrestrained!

The private room suddenly erupted in earth-shaking laughter, and even the hot pot soup base began to bubble with excitement.

The atmosphere, which was originally a bit restrained due to the addition of new members, has transformed from a talk show into a large-scale crosstalk performance.

Su Nian looked at the people in front of her who were talking and laughing, then glanced at Si Yan who was carefully helping her skim off the foam from the hot pot, and a sense of satisfaction welled up in her heart.

It was already late when they dispersed. Wu Yichen took the lead in making a fuss, "Zhong Jie, don't be like Ah Yan. Next time we meet, don't just start talking about getting a marriage certificate. Slow down, wait for me, buddy!"

"You just hope for some buddy's approval, okay?" Zhong Jie muttered, but he smiled bitterly in his heart - he hasn't even gotten her yet, and she hasn't even agreed.

Several men drank and took out their cell phones to call a designated driver.

The designated driver parked the car steadily in the parking space in the underground garage. Si Yan had a faint smell of alcohol on him, but his steps were still steady - after all, the doctor's last stubbornness was that he couldn't get out of the S-shaped curve.

When going upstairs, Su Nian fell half a step behind him, her fingertips quietly clenching the bag strap - thinking of the absurdity of the night they first met, she couldn't help but feel worried, fearing that the professor would suddenly switch to "drunk and out of control mode".

As soon as she entered the house, she pushed Si Yan towards the bathroom: "You reek of alcohol, go take a shower."

Si Yan didn't refute, and obediently went upstairs with his pajamas into the bathroom, thinking that she just disliked the pungent smell of alcohol.

He even asked before closing the door: "Do you want me to recite the periodic table to prove my sobriety? Or a passage from the Compendium of Materia Medica?"

Su Nian breathed a sigh of relief only after Si Yan finished showering and lay down on the bed - it seemed that Professor Si had not drunk too much tonight.

She turned and went into the bathroom, pouring hot water over her body, but her mind went back to what happened in the hot pot restaurant.

Zhong Jie's eyes were clearly filled with affection when he looked at Fang Xia, and he didn't even refute Wu Yichen's jokes; but Fang Xia remained quiet the entire time, not showing any sign of overstepping the bounds. The relationship between the two was truly intriguing.

When Su Nian walked out of the bathroom, before she could figure out what was going on, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist, and the next second she was thrown into a warm embrace.

There was no smell of alcohol on Si Yan's body anymore, only the fragrance of shower gel and cedar remained, mixed with the warmth from his body, burning her nose so much that it trembled.

"What are you thinking about?" His voice fell close to her ear, with the hoarseness unique to drunkenness, like a feather gently scratching her heart.

Su Nian was startled and just as she was about to speak, he held her tighter.

"I'm thinking about Zhong Jie and Fang Xia. Do you think they are..."

"Don't think about anything else, just think about me now..."

Before he could finish his words, his lips were blocked.

Si Yan's kiss came eagerly, with a bit of indulgence and domineering, unlike the restraint and gentleness of last time. When the tip of his tongue pried open her lips and teeth, there was a faint minty taste.

Su Nian snapped back to her senses. Was the steady and serious Professor Si suddenly possessed by a domineering personality? It looked like the alcohol was to blame.

She pushed his chest hard: "Don't... Professor Si, we can't do this! You've drunk too much..." She spoke more and more confused, and her voice trembled.

Si Yan paused, buried his head in the crook of her neck and laughed darkly, his warm breath sweeping across her neck: "I know what's going on! Don't worry...what you're worried about won't happen."

Okay, I'll just not act out the "drunk and out-of-control plot" that I was worried about!

After saying that, he held her hand and fell on the bed, leaning over to kiss her again, but this time the kiss was unusually gentle.

The kiss gently fell on her forehead, then to the tip of her nose, and finally stopped on her lips, tasting it lightly as if he was treating some treasure.

His palm moved up along her waistline, his fingertips gently outlining the curve under the fabric, and finally solemnly... smoothed out the folds of her nightgown.

After a moment, he propped himself up and suddenly carefully placed his arm behind her neck, while his other hand gently stroked her belly.

"Baby," he suddenly spoke in a deep voice, and when Su Nian's heart skipped a beat, he slowly continued the second half of the sentence, "I'm your daddy..."

Su Nian: “…” Are we going to start prenatal education?

Si Yan's fingertips gently touched Su Nian's lower abdomen, his movements so light as if he was afraid of bursting the bubbles. Seeing that she didn't dodge, he went a step further and put his ear against it, like a stethoscope.

Seeing him coming closer, Su Nian's face turned red, but she didn't move away. It seemed that this guy really wanted to do prenatal education!

- Professor, are you hearing bowel sounds or a symphony of love?