Xie Jinghui's answer was so shocking that Song Shi, who was already somewhat drunk, instantly sobered up.
But it only lasted for a fleeting moment.
Because he soon felt a strange surge of laughter, a kind of heartfelt pleasure and satisfaction.
See? Even successful people in everyone's eyes aren't invincible; they also have times of hardship and setbacks.
Even Xie Jinghui, who held a high position of power and was incredibly wealthy, still had to endure the bitterness of love.
"Hehe."
Xie Qingchi silently let out two cold laughs, wanting nothing more than to complain and condemn Xie Jinghui for being so scheming, putting on this devoted lover act before Shen Shuangjian.
She's a cunning old fox, why is she pretending to be an innocent little flower?
He's clearly the one who's never been in a relationship, young and innocent!
Xie Qingchi rolled her eyes, but her body language betrayed her, as she covered her forehead and turned her body further to the side.
Love makes the proud bow their heads, the insecure proud, and the sharp-tongued speechless; love itself is the most unsolvable question in the world.
[I'm about to cry, nobody understands. I thought Xie Jinghui would say: I'll keep an eye on him, I'll make him pay, I'll get rid of the mistress, and then lock up my lover, but instead he said... I'll beg him.]
Would an older, ambitious person willingly lie low for love?
[Waaaaah, I used to be Shengjian Sheng, but now I have to admit, Yu Sheng is a pure-love puppy, Xie Jinghui is a pure-love old dog, waaaaah.]
[???]
[What the hell?]
[You're completely unyielding, aren't you!]
[ Xie Jinghui, what are you doing? Isn't your persona supposed to be that of a domineering, all-powerful daddy?!]
[He might have been before, but now he's also become obsessed with romance.]
[That's how we love-struck people are; we know it's wrong, but we just can't leave and will always forgive them.]
The highest form of love is both heartache and letting go.
[Since he's being so generous, could you please make way for our Yu Sheng?]
[If he won't do it, plenty of others will. Get out of the way!]
[Why should the latecomer surpass the former? It's because the former didn't compete or fight for anything! Xie Jinghui up!!!]
[Why all the fuss? Just give him a big gold chain and a birdcage, keep him under control for three days, and he won't dare have a mistress, let alone a fourth or fifth one.]
[I second that proposal.]
[Please unbind me, please let me be the only one who shines -- A distraught Shen Shuangjian her solo fan.]
The sea breeze at night carries the refreshing, sweet aroma of sparkling wine—the scent of summer approaching.
Xie Jinghui felt a slight jolt in his heart as someone gently bumped his shoulder. He instinctively stiffened and looked down, just as the night breeze blew up the stray hairs by Shen Shuangjian's ear.
Beside him, an opened bottle of sparkling cocktail lay askew, its contents unknown, its contents unclear, and the duration of his drinking was also unknown.
The ripples gradually subsided, Xie Jinghui sighed, reaching out to tuck the thin blanket that had slipped off him.
"Sorry, Shuangjian seems to be drunk again. I'll take him back first." Xie Jinghui scooped Shen Shuangjian up and nodded slightly in acknowledgment.
The 16-degree fruit-flavored sparkling wine tastes almost exactly like soda.
There was no water provided for the gathering, Shen Shuangjian initially thought it might just be a beverage, because in his mind, alcohol was always harsh on the throat and had a strong alcoholic taste.
While others were talking, Shen Shuangjian quietly ate and drank it as if it were a normal beverage.
But as a result, he got drunk after drinking half a bottle.
Unlike the bayberry wine with a high alcohol content last time, Shen Shuangjian didn't feel unable to move this time. She just felt a bit heavy, sluggish, and didn't want to think.
When Xie Jinghui put him on the bed, Shen Shuangjian him unusually quiet, showing none of the excitement one would expect from someone who is drunk.
But... the way he grabbed Xie Jinghui proved that he was truly drunk.
Xie Jinghui spent a lot of effort to remove the blanket that Shen Shuangjian was wrapped in.
He sighed softly, half-coaxing and half-helplessly, "Little drunkard."
The house, which had been uninhabited for a long time, was rather cold. Shen Shuangjian his eyes half-closed, waited until he felt the heat on his body and in front of him gradually disappear before slowly reaching out his hand...
Xie Jinghui was caught almost completely off guard Shen Shuangjian wrapped her arms around his neck. His eyes widened instinctively, and he leaned closer to her.
"Frost... see you."
They were very close at the moment, close enough that Xie Jinghui could feel Shen Shuangjian's hot breath on his ear.
The faint scent of fruit wine, combined with Shen Shuangjian's subtle, cool fragrance, seeped into his nostrils inch by inch, gradually eroding Xie Jinghui's reason.
When they were closest, Xie Jinghui for some reason thought of Xie Qingchi's words of assertion of sovereignty before they came.
"I like Shen Shuangjian, and I want to be with Shen Shuangjian!"
Xie Jinghui had almost forgotten how he felt at the time. He only remembered that he was like an impulsive gambler who had lost all composure and rationality.
Almost instantly, he grabbed whatever was at hand and threw it at Xie Qingchi, the nephew he had always been lenient with.
Xie Jinghui could have used this as a drastic measure to eliminate the root cause of the problem.
He could force Xie Qingchi quit the show, lock him up at home, and then send him out into exile for three years once things calmed down.
Just as Xie Qingchi understood him, he also understood Xie Qingchi.
Xie Qingchi is an impulsive and uncontrollable beast; he doesn't care about the opinions of the world.
Whenever he had the chance, he would rush to the recording location, rush to Shen Shuangjian, and denounce his ruthless uncle to her.
He was terrified that his domineering and ugly side would be exposed to Shen Shuangjian.
He was terrified that the widely known rumor was true, and that Shen Shuangjian might have actually liked Xie Qingchi in the past.
Even though reason told him countless times that it was impossible, Xie Jinghui was still terrified, even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance.
"Cold, yet hot..."
Shen Shuangjian, holding Xie Jinghui, couldn't tell whether she was hot or cold.
The alcohol was raising his body temperature, but the room was cold. Shen Shuangjian's senses were becoming dulled, and his body was unconsciously shrinking and trembling, but he was still saying that he was hot.
"Then you want me to..." Xie Jinghui could even hear his own heartbeat clearly. He swallowed and softly uttered the rest of his sentence. "To hold you?"
This intimate posture meant that when Xie Jinghui bent his knees, he inevitably touched Shen Shuangjian's most sensitive and private area.
"Hmm--".
Shen Shuangjian whimpered, but her arms tightened around Xie Jinghui even more, as if seeking safety or trying to restrain the culprit who was causing her pain.
In reality, this only made him feel worse, and he also exposed his weaknesses, handing them over to the other party.