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Fu Chengli stood still in front of An Ying, his unfocused eyes filled with a hazy mist.

An Ying had heard before that Fu Chengli had always been a good drinker.

This is the first time I've seen him drink like this.

An Ying hesitated and asked, "Do you need some hangover medicine?"

Fu Chengli didn't speak, his eyes half-closed, one hand scratching his head, the other hanging limply at his side.

Suddenly his body swayed.

An Ying instinctively reached out to support him.

At this moment, Fu Chengli was more like an unreasonable child, saying he was in pain, but with a strange smile on his lips.

He completely lost his usual carefree and domineering demeanor.

An Ying sighed; she was probably really drunk.

But he seemed quite lucid at the police station just now.

An Ying helped him walk towards the car.

After Fu Chengli slumped back in his seat, An Ying glanced at Secretary Chen in the driver's seat in front of her.

How could this secretary be so oblivious? His own boss is about to pass out drunk, yet he sits calmly in the car, not even bothering to help.

At this moment, Officer Li rushed out of the police station and said apologetically, "Mr. Fu, you can't park here for a long time. Would you please move your car?"

Fu Chengli looked bewildered and muttered, "Move, move."

He shifted his body further in.

Then he pulled An Ying into the car.

An Ying did not expect Fu Chengli to suddenly pull her arm and tug at her.

Fu Chengli's force was just right, and An Ying happened to sit in the empty seat he had vacated.

The moment the car door closed, Fu Chengli kicked the back of the driver's seat.

Secretary Chen immediately understood and sped away.

When they arrived at Fu Chengli's mansion, An Ying and Secretary Chen helped him into the house.

An Ying hesitated as she looked at Fu Chengli, who was slumped on the sofa, completely drunk.

She was secretly planning to keep Secretary Chen around to take care of him.

Secretary Chen simply replied, "I need to pee."

Then he walked out of the living room.

Missed.

An Ying was a little confused.

How could Secretary Chen, with such a lack of discernment, have served as Fu Chengli's secretary for so long?

In the huge duplex mansion, the giant chandelier at the top illuminates the spacious house.

An Ying glanced at Fu Chengli.

Only she and he were left in the room.

The last time An Ying came here, she had a fever.

He took care of her all night.

He had also saved my life.

She remembered how pitifully he had told her he was feeling unwell and begged her for help.

Out of humanitarian concern, An Ying couldn't bear to leave him alone.

Fu Chengli was lying sprawled on the sofa.

His brows were furrowed, his face was pale, and he seemed to be in real pain. He uttered a single word in a low voice: "Water."

An Ying went to the kitchen, got some water, and handed it to him.

Fu Chengli lifted his eyelids, glanced at him sideways, and weakly uttered two words.

"feed me."

An Ying: "..."

Why is he so difficult to please when he's drunk?

An Ying suddenly remembered something, put down her water glass, and went to the kitchen.

Fu Chengli heard clanging sounds coming from the kitchen in the distance.

He slightly raised his head and looked over from the corner of the sofa.

An Ying moved around in the kitchen, as if she was searching for something.

Fu Chengli smiled.

She seems... to be more interesting than I imagined.

Seeing An Ying turn to walk back, Fu Chengli quickly concealed his smile, tilted his head, and lay back down.

An Ying searched the kitchen but couldn't find any tools.

An Ying sighed silently.

Fu Chengli's house looks like a mansion, but it actually has nothing. The kitchen is so clean that it looks like no one has lived there for ten years.

How to feed it?

She had no choice but to take a spoon and go back to the sofa, sitting down next to Fu Chengli.

She scooped up a small spoonful of water and touched the edge of the spoon to his soft lips.

Fu Chengli seemed to be half asleep and spat out all the water in the spoon.

An Ying: "..."

You're not going to drink it, right?

An Ying put down her spoon.

She suddenly raised her hand, grabbed his chin, and almost used brute force to pry open his jaw, bringing the edge of the cup close to his jaw.

The entire set of movements was extremely smooth.

She said one word expressionlessly: "Drink."

Fu Chengli half-closed his eyes, suppressing a laugh while drinking water.

I ended up choking on it by accident.

A few drops of water from the glass dripped down his Adam's apple, flowing down to his collarbone at the neckline of his shirt.

An Ying brought him some tissues to wipe his face.

My fingertip accidentally touched his Adam's apple.

This gesture is a bit ambiguous.

An Ying subconsciously withdrew her hand and took a few steps back.

She looked at Fu Chengli, who had become more awake, and said, "Go upstairs and take a shower, then go to bed early. I'm going back now."

An Ying was about to turn and leave when she suddenly felt her clothes being tugged.

She looked down.

Fu Chengli's long, slender fingers gripped a corner of her sweater, and his brows, which had just calmed down, furrowed again.

His voice was low and his words were mumbled: "Help me into the bathroom."

An Ying: "..."

Grandpa, he really is a grandpa.

I don't really want to serve you anymore.

An Ying took out her phone and called Secretary Chen.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later. Sorry..."

An Ying: "..."

Fu Chengli stood up unsteadily, then suddenly stumbled and almost fell onto the carpet.

An Ying threw down her phone and rushed over to support his arm.

It was quite a struggle to get him into the bathroom.

Fu Chengli leaned against the sink, his eyes lowered, and began to unbutton his shirt.

Beneath the black shirt, his shoulders were broad and powerful, and his eight-pack abs were faintly visible.

Fu Chengli has an extremely handsome face, with wispy bangs falling on his high nose bridge, making his profile exceptional.

Although he was drunk, he showed no signs of being disheveled; instead, his every move exuded a relaxed and languid air.

In the bathroom late at night, there's a drunken, muscular man with abs...

Despite the impact of the scene, An Ying consciously looked away.

After unbuttoning his clothes, Fu Chengli put one hand on his belt.

His movements were natural, as if he were completely unaware of her presence.

An Ying was embarrassed.

It would be impolite to keep looking?

She turned and dashed out of the bathroom.

After a long time, the sound of water dripping from the bathroom stopped.

Fu Chengli knocked on the door from inside.

His voice was lazy, with a relaxed feeling like he had just finished taking a bath.

His fingers tapped on the back of the door.

"An Ying, I don't have a bath towel. Get me a bath towel."