Although Lu Jiaming had tried his best to control the steering wheel in an attempt to make the car body less bumpy, the potholes still made Chu Wanyi dizzy.
The effects of the alcohol had not yet subsided, and now he was retching uncontrollably, his stomach churning and feeling extremely uncomfortable.
While waiting for the red light, Lu Jiaming hurriedly turned around to see Chu Wanyi's situation. Seeing that he was covering his mouth with a pale face, he instantly understood what was going on.
"Do you feel like vomiting?"
Lu Jiaming looked around in the car, picked up the coat on the back seat, spread it out in his hand, and held it in front of him, "Come on, vomit."
Chu Wanyi looked at him in shock and said reluctantly, "This is your clothes..."
"I know," Lu Jiaming said, "at worst, just throw it away. It must be so uncomfortable for you to hold it in. It's okay, just spit it out."
The coat looked new and clean, and it was obvious that he had only worn it a few times. No matter whether it was cheap or expensive, Chu Wanyi didn't have the heart to spit on it. He swallowed hard and suppressed the urge to vomit.
"No need," Chu Wanyi shook her head. "The light will turn green soon, drive quickly. My home is just ahead. I'll just go back and lie down for a while."
Lu Jiaming looked up at the traffic light and saw that it would turn green in three seconds. He had no choice but to put down his coat, sit up straight and step on the accelerator again, trying to get the person home as quickly as possible.
After finally arriving at the destination, the housekeeper and two other nannies seemed to have been waiting for a long time.
Lu Jiaming helped the person out of the car. Before leaving, Chu Wanyi did not forget to thank him. He quickly waved his hand to signal him to go back and rest.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Lu," the butler said politely. "The young master used to get stomach problems easily after drinking, and he almost always had to go to the hospital. This time, thanks to your care, he looks relatively well."
"Does he have stomach problems?" Lu Jiaming frowned. "He just felt a little nauseous on the way, but didn't complain about stomach pain or anything. I wonder if he'll have a stomach attack in the middle of the night..."
"Don't worry, we will take care of him," said the butler.
Lu Jiaming nodded hesitantly: "Okay, thank you for your help."
After saying that, he got back into the car, turned it around, and slowly drove forward for a distance. After thinking about it, he stopped next to the villa.
Then he turned off the car, looked towards Chu Wanyi's bedroom, and waited quietly for more than an hour.
He left quietly until the light went out.
Chu Wanyi hid behind the bedroom curtains, silently watching the car gradually drive out of sight, with a gentle smile on her face and a warm heart.
Good night, Mingming.
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