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Once outside the commercial street, several cars were already parked on the side of the road.

The lead car was a yellow Cayenne. As soon as the group got out, a woman wearing a denim pencil skirt quickly stepped out of the car.

As soon as she got out of the car, she waved in this direction.

Jian Yunqi, with his arm around Deng Xiulin's shoulder, was still talking when he saw the newcomer and waved in response.

Soon, the woman ran towards them.

Jian Yunqi: "Are you coming with me?"

A hint of disdain flashed in Deng Xiulin's narrow eyes as he glanced at the conspicuous car, too lazy to even reply.

"You'd better hurry up and leave, I have a car."

Jian Yunqi glanced at the car parked on the side of the road. It was a two-seater supercar, and there was no way it could carry another person.

He realized it too late, and just then the woman walked over.

He simply raised his arm and put it on the woman's shoulder, leaning half his body against her, and laughed twice, saying, "I almost forgot, it's really not appropriate. You can go by yourself, I'll be going now."

Deng Xiulin didn't say anything, he just waved his hand.

Jian Yunqi then turned to look at Fang Li and Han Xi behind him.

Before he could speak, Lin Mo had already driven his car slowly over from the side and stopped in front of the two of them.

Jian Yunqi: "Alright, it seems I don't need to worry about you guys."

Han Jiahao drank the most; his tongue was swollen from drinking so much.

A short, bespectacled boy who looked not very old helped him.

"I...I don't need it either! You...go...go!"

"Okay." Jian Yunqi said to the boy, "Take good care of your boss, don't let him get kidnapped by fans halfway!"

The young man smiled shyly: "Don't worry, Mr. Jian."

After saying goodbye to everyone, Jian Yunqi put his arm around the woman's shoulder and left.

As the two walked away, Fang Li could still vaguely hear the woman asking Jian Yunqi about their identities. Judging from her tone, she seemed unhappy and annoyed that he hadn't introduced her to everyone.

Jian Yunqi hooked his arm around the woman's neck and leaned in to say something. The woman, feeling ashamed and indignant, raised her hand and punched him.

The two of them, one arm around the other, quickly got into the car.

After the yellow supercar sped away with a low hum, Deng Xiulin got into his own car.

The driver was a middle-aged man with an honest-looking face; he was probably his driver.

Sitting in the car, Deng Xiulin nodded slightly to Fang Li and the others, "Miss Xu, I'll take my leave first."

Fang Li nodded, "Drive carefully."

Deng Xiulin: "Yes, take good care of Xiujin."

"Don't worry," Fang Li replied, supporting Han Xi's arm.

Deng Xiulin glanced at Han Xi, who waved at him with an unreadable expression, and the car slowly drove away.

Once Deng Xiulin's car left, Han Jiahao had already been helped into the nanny van by the boy without anyone noticing.

Fang Li didn't know whether Han Xi was sober or drunk. If he was sober, he hadn't said a word since leaving the store. If he was drunk, he could walk straight over to the boy who was taking care of Han Jiahao and make simple arrangements.

He watched the nanny van drive away before returning and pulling Fang Li into his own car.

The black Maybach started slowly, and Lin Mo drove very smoothly, perhaps because Han Xi had been drinking.

The car drove towards the hillside manor.

Inside the car, Han Xi kept his eyes closed and didn't say a word ever since he got in.

Fang Li wanted to ask him how he was feeling, but she couldn't bear to disturb him, so she moved her lips several times and held back.

The man held her hand the whole time.

The slightest movement from her would cause him to tighten his grip and pull her back onto his lap.

The car was unusually quiet.

After about ten minutes, Han Xi still hadn't made a sound, so Fang Li asked Lin Mo, who was driving, in a low voice.

Is your boss drunk?

Lin Mo glanced at her in the rearview mirror, paused, and said, "I don't know either."

Fang Li frowned slightly.

Lin Mo said, "Anyway, I've never seen the boss get drunk in all the years I've worked for him. Or rather, the boss never lets himself get drunk in front of outsiders."

He said, "If he encounters familiar friends and brothers like tonight, and knows that he will drink a lot, he will bring me or Jiangbei along. No matter how much he drinks, he is always sober before entering the house."

Fang Li remained silent.

She turned her head to look at the man beside her, whose eyes were closed and whose breathing was slightly heavy.

No matter how much he drinks, he never shows it in front of others; this requires extraordinary self-control.

As the head of the Han family, he was indeed under the watchful eyes of many, and he had countless social engagements and banquets to attend. If he didn't hold himself to these standards, he would probably have been removed from his position long ago.

Although Fang Li didn't know the true situation of the Han family, she knew that wealthy families were always full of grudges and struggles, especially since Han Xi had several uncles and elders above him, yet his vast family business was controlled by a junior like him. There was probably no shortage of family conflicts.

soon.

The car turned onto the mountain road, circled the low mountain a few times, and drove through the familiar wrought iron gate.

Before setting off, Fang Li had already called Aunt Rong in advance to ask her to prepare a hangover soup.

Lin Mo parked his car in front of the house, where Aunt Rong was already waiting with two maids.

As soon as the car stopped, Aunt Rong and the others came to greet them.

As soon as the car door opened, a strong smell of alcohol wafted out of the car.

"How much did they drink?" Aunt Rong asked worriedly.

Han Xi stood with his long legs apart, his head resting against the back of the chair, his eyes still closed quietly.

If it weren't for the strong smell of alcohol emanating from his breath, which couldn't lie, and the fact that he looked like he was just resting with his eyes closed, you really couldn't tell that he was drunk at all.

Fang Li turned to the side and patted his hand, calling him, "Han Xi, Han Xi? We're home."

No movement.

Fang Li withdrew her hand, turned slightly to the side, and raised her small hands to cup his face, turning his head towards her. "Han Xi..."

This time, as soon as she called out, her hand, which was pressed against the man's face, was grabbed by a pair of large hands and pulled down.

Fang Li suddenly lost her balance and fell forward into the man's chest.

Fang Li was startled, her neck stiffened, and she stared at the man in front of her, her breath slightly catching in her throat.

“Madam, the hangover soup is ready. Why don’t you help the master down first? It will be more comfortable for him to lie in bed at home than here,” Aunt Rong said, bending down outside the car door.

Fang Li blinked and looked at Lin Mo standing beside her.

Lin Mo touched his nose, turned his face away, and didn't say a word.

Having followed Han Xi for so many years, he must understand Han Xi's temperament best.

But what does this mean?

Fang Li turned to look at Han Xi, still unwilling to give up, and called out softly, "Han Xi? How about we get out of the car first?"

Han Xi kept his eyes closed.

But this time, there was no silence. He suddenly pulled Fang Li forward forcefully while holding her hand.

Caught off guard, Fang Li fell directly into his arms, her cheek pressed against his chest. His steady heartbeat sounded like a rapid drumbeat, each beat penetrating her ears through his chest.

Fang Li's long eyelashes fluttered, and she softly called out, "Han Xi?"