At this hour, the housekeepers and butler had mostly gone to bed. Fang Ning went over, ladled the soup into a bowl, and brought it to him. "Here, drink this. You'll feel a little better afterward."
The hangover soup was still hot, and the heat had left Fang Ning's fair hands slightly flushed.
Ji Xiangnian's gaze paused in midair, softening unconsciously. He reached out and took the hangover soup.
As the warm hangover soup entered his mouth, Ji Xiangnian suddenly remembered when he had just graduated.
Back then, the family businesses had still been firmly in his uncles' hands, while he had been nothing more than a lowly manager at the company.
To gain a foothold in the company, reclaim the businesses his parents had worked so hard to build, and keep his three younger siblings from being bullied by the family.
He had worked, entertained clients, and drunk day and night.
For work, he had lived alone in a luxury studio apartment near the company. With no one to keep him company, he had collapsed into bed when tired and had only himself to rely on when drunk.
Now, although he and Fang Ning could be considered truly together, at least he no longer came home to an empty house. As the warm hangover soup entered his mouth, his whole body relaxed.
Ji Xiangnian felt that his life now was so wonderful it seemed a little unreal.
Ji Xiangnian set the bowl on the table, his voice carrying a tenderness even he did not notice. "Fang Ning, thank you."
Fang Ning met Ji Xiangnian's gaze. The tenderness in his eyes was downright frightening.
She paused, an unfamiliar feeling passing through her heart, but she quickly suppressed it. "It's nothing. Hardly any trouble. Oh, and you should drink less from