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Chapter 42
Bai Le glanced at the young woman next to Fang Rong; the strong perfume she wore made him feel dizzy.
"President Bai, who is this...?" Fang Rong seemed to only then notice Xi Yan and tentatively asked.
Bai Le coughed awkwardly, Xi Yan's gaze fell on him, as if she also wanted to know how he would answer.
"Ahem... This is my son's father." Bai Le said tactfully, always thinking he had a thick skin, but now it seemed he was still thin-skinned. For example, he still felt shy about saying "this is my husband" openly.
Fang Rong was taken aback upon hearing this, clearly not expecting such a development. He had heard that Bai Le was getting married, but he didn't know that she was marrying a man, nor did he know that she had a child.
His feelings were complicated for a moment. He was bisexual and usually quite outgoing. When he first met Bai Le, he knew he was a CEO and thought he would be a rigid and serious person. But after meeting him a few times, he found him to be very interesting. It would be a lie to say that he didn't have feelings for him, but he wasn't the kind of person who was obsessed with him. He just wanted to flirt with him and see if there was any possibility.
But to my surprise, he was really oblivious, completely unmoved by my attempts to be friendly, or rather, he didn't understand the meaning at all, even when I took the initiative to drink for him at the dinner party.
He stared at his own benevolent smile and assumed that the man was flattering his boss.
He felt like he was talking to a brick wall.
Fang Rong didn't care much when he heard that he was getting married. He was always easygoing about this kind of thing. Even the female star in a famous model couple in the industry had an ambiguous relationship with him, so he didn't care about marriage at all.
Bai Le scratched his head, glanced at the woman again, and finally couldn't help but ask, "But I remember you don't have any older or younger sisters?" Although he didn't know the family background of every artist under his management, Bai Le remembered Fang Rong's words quite clearly.
Fang Rong's smile was somewhat forced. "It's my cousin, haha."
Bai Le glanced at him, then said nothing more.
Xi Yan watched the two of them with a leisurely air, slowly stirring the coffee in his cup, the spoon making a crisp sound as it struck the side of the cup.
"Is there anything else?" He looked at Fang Rong, his tone indifferent and slightly cold.
Fang Rong glanced at Bai Le again and saw that he looked quite devastated for some reason.
"Well... I'll take my Xi Yan now. See you later, President Bai." Fang Rong noticed that Xi Yan's gaze was somewhat cold. He was puzzled; he hadn't done anything out of line.
After Fang Rong left, Bai Le sighed dejectedly, "I was wrong."
Xi Yan didn't rush to answer, a slight smile playing on her lips. "What's wrong?"
Bai Le glanced at him and said with displeasure, "You're asking a question you already know the answer to."
A faint smile appeared in Xi Yan's eyes, and he stopped talking about the matter.
"Eat up, you must be hungry too."
Bai Le took a bite of his steak, chewing as he said, "Not hungry!"
To be honest, he was a little Xi Yan. Of course, he wasn't angry at Xi Yan, but at himself. He had just spoken up for Fang Rong and then got slapped in the face. How chaotic Fang Rong's private life was didn't affect him, but if it was discovered, it would affect his company. Moreover, in his eyes, Fang Rong had always been an obedient, well-behaved, and very polite artist.
Because he was in a bad mood, he drank a few more sips of champagne. When he walked out of the restaurant, his feet were wobbling. He wasn't a big drinker, but with Xi Yan around, he wasn't afraid.
"I feel so dizzy." As soon as Bai Le got into the car, he slumped over the back seat, his breath hot in the air, his fair face flushed, and his voice soft and weak.
Xi Yan glanced at him in the rearview mirror, frowned slightly, and then rolled down the car window a little.
The cool night breeze made Bai Le more awake, and the heat on his face subsided a bit.
When they got home, Bai Le was still lying motionless by the window.
Xi Yan unbuckled his seatbelt and looked back, only to find that the man had fallen asleep.
After opening the car door, he gently picked up Bai Le and carefully shielded his forehead with his hand as he got out, afraid that he might accidentally bump his head on the roof.
"Fourth Master..."
As soon as he entered, Auntie Wu greeted him, wiping her hands on her scarf. "Oh, young master, what's wrong? Are you drunk?"
Xi Yan frowned slightly, signaling her to be quiet so as not to wake Bai Le.
"Then I'll go make a hangover soup. It's best to drink something like this after drinking alcohol."
Xi Yan thought for a moment and nodded, "Then as soon as possible."
After saying that, she carried Bai Le upstairs, then carried him to bed and carefully placed his head on the pillow.
Xi Yan as he smelled the pungent, unpleasant odor of alcohol. He had never liked this smell, let alone that of his bedmate, Lou.
So he picked up Bai Le again and walked to the bathroom door. Because he was holding Bai Le in his arms, he could only kick the door open with his foot.
He placed Bai Le in the bathtub and then began unbuttoning his shirt, doing so without changing his expression.
After undressing, Xi Yan turned on the shower, took off her suit jacket, rolled up the cuffs of her white shirt slightly, and tested the water temperature with her hand.
"... Mu Mu is hungry."
The water jolted Bai Le awake from his daze, and he suddenly muttered something.
Xi Yan paused slightly in his movements, then softened his tone and said, "He's fine. Just finish your shower obediently, and you'll see him when you wake up tomorrow."
It was unclear whether Bai Le had taken his words to heart. He muttered something under his breath, rolled over, and curled up. Just as he was about to sink, Xi Yan quickly reached out and pulled him up.
Before he knew it, his shirt was also wet. Xi Yan sighed softly and stood up when he heard a knock on the door.
He opened the door and saw Auntie Wu, carrying a bowl of hangover soup.
"Make the young master drink this quickly, or he'll have a headache tomorrow morning."