Gently bite the jasmine

Lin Xi was drunk and walked slowly. The two had just reached the bottom of the stairs when Duan Mingxuan caught up with them.

"Xiao Xi!"

Lin Xi frowned in distress, muttering "Duan Mingxuan" under her breath.

Hearing the noise, Duan Yiheng stopped with Lin Xi.

Duan Mingxuan ignored Zhang Mo, who was holding him, and reached out to pull Lin Xi, but Duan Yiheng blocked him with one hand: "She's drunk."

Duan Mingxuan hated Duan Yiheng's arrogant and condescending attitude the most, and raised his eyebrows provocatively:

"I'll take her back."

Zhang Mo cautiously advised, "Mingxuan, you've been drinking."

Apart from Liang Yutong, none of them brought a driver; they had agreed to play all night.

"I'll have the driver come over right now." Duan Mingxuan took out his phone, knowing he couldn't let Duan Yiheng take Lin Xi away.

He didn't even want to think about his filthy thoughts.

Lin Xi half-closed her eyes, her body swayed, and she subconsciously grabbed the "pillar" next to her.

"It hurts." Lin Xi rubbed the cool, smooth fabric against her skin.

Duan Yiheng stiffened slightly, looking down at the fluffy head resting against his chest. Truly, drunkards are ignorant and fearless.

"Xiao Xi," Duan Mingxuan raised his voice, stepping forward to coax her, "How about your second brother takes you home?"

Duan Yiheng remained silent.

Lin Xi smelled the alcohol, frowned in resistance, and leaned back against Duan Yiheng.

The cool, slightly warm scent of incense lingered in her nostrils, making her feel incredibly safe.

Duan Mingxuan patiently asked again, and Lin Xi hummed in response: "No, Duan Mingxuan."

Her voice was soft, with a slight sob in it.

Duan Mingxuan stood frozen in place. This was the first time Lin Xi had said she didn't want him.

Duan Mingxuan planned to force the issue.

Duan Yiheng understood his meaning, holding Lin Xi tightly with one hand and easily blocking Duan Mingxuan with the other.

"Get the hell out of my way!" Duan Mingxuan said, like a spoiled child.

Everyone felt their hearts skip a beat and take a half step back when they saw Duan Yiheng's face darken.

Duan Mingxuan: "Give me Xiao Xi, or don't blame me for being impolite."

Duan Yiheng, expressionless, said to him, "Come here."

Duan Mingxuan was stunned and stood frozen in place, but with so many people around, he felt that if he didn't go, he would be afraid of him.

Duan Mingxuan snorted coldly and then walked over.

Before anyone could react, Duan Yiheng, like a dangerous and strong wolf, was finally provoked. His arm muscles tensed instantly, revealing a dangerous explosive force, and he accurately grabbed Duan Mingxuan's collar.

"boom--"

Duan Mingxuan was violently thrown onto the vehicle, his back pressed against the cold metal frame, causing the car to tremble.

Duan Yiheng's eyes were cold and oppressive. In the tense atmosphere, he crushed Duan Mingxuan's pride: "Tell me, why are you being so rude to me?"

Duan Mingxuan's eyes blazed with fury, and he was about to shout when Duan Yiheng pressed down on his throat with his palm.

Duan Mingxuan glared at him fiercely, panting heavily.

Lin Xi's body went limp, and she could no longer stand.

Duan Yiheng released Duan Mingxuan as if throwing away trash, then bent down and picked Lin Xi up in his arms.

"Duan Yiheng." Duan Mingxuan tried to stop him, but was stopped by the driver.

Duan Yiheng carefully placed Lin Xi on the back seat, using a completely different amount of force than he used on Duan Mingxuan.

He didn't even glance at Duan Mingxuan, and walked around the back of the car to the other side.

Duan Mingxuan was supported by Yu Lang and others, his eyes filled with gloom.

Lin Xi was completely unaware of the chaotic scene that had just unfolded, and was fast asleep in a spacious chair.

Duan Yiheng personally adjusted the back of her chair, no longer facing Duan Mingxuan's indifference.

He shed all his cold and sharp edges, revealing a gentle tenderness like a slow, flowing stream in this fully partitioned carriage.

Duan Yiheng glanced sideways and saw that Lin Xi had drunk some wine, and her snow-white skin was flushed red, like a quiet and innocent animal cub.

My gaze shifted downwards, and I noticed her lips were slightly parted, each breath carrying the sweet scent of alcohol.

Duan Yiheng paused for a moment, then took off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. He then called Sister Mei and asked her to make a hangover soup.

Maybach entered the villa through a side door without alerting anyone.

Lin Xi's room was on the second floor on the east side. Duan Yiheng didn't ask the driver for help and carried Lin Xi upstairs.

Sister Mei brought in a bowl of hangover soup and casually asked, "How did you get so drunk?"

Duan Yiheng: "I'll feed them."

Mei-jie dodged his hand and said, "You hold the person, I'll feed them."

Duan Yiheng lifted Lin Xi by the back of her neck and sat down on the edge of her bed, letting her lean against his chest.

Sister Mei scooped up a spoonful of hangover soup and held it to her lips, gently coaxing, "Be good, drink the soup."

Lin Xi closed her mouth to avoid it, but her lips brushed against the spoon, spilling all the soup onto Duan Yiheng's formal attire.

"Oh dear!" Sister Mei exclaimed, "What are we going to do?"

“It’s just a suit,” Duan Yiheng said. “I’ll hold her mouth shut, and you can keep feeding her.”

Sister Mei chuckled: "What if we make her choke? Why don't we wait a little longer? It's easier to feed you when you're drunk. As long as you're conscious, you can get the food in."

Duan Yiheng was worried that she would have a headache the next day, so he insisted several more times, but Lin Xi just wouldn't open her mouth.

Duan Yiheng pinched her cheeks, saw that her mouth looked like a goldfish's, smiled, and gave up helplessly.

Never mind, what if he actually chokes?

He looked up at Sister Mei and said, "You can go out now. Keep a close eye on her tonight. If she wakes up in the middle of the night, make sure she drinks some hangover soup."

"Okay," Sister Mei said. "Take off your suit; it's all dirty."

Duan Yiheng: "It's alright, you can go out first."

After Sister Mei left, he carefully put Lin Xi down and placed a pillow behind her head.

His long hair was disheveled, falling across his forehead and nose. He gently brushed it aside and stared at him quietly for a while.

"You've stained her suit. Do you want me to pay for it?" He chuckled, covered her with the blanket, and turned to leave her room.

After returning to the West Building, Duan Yiheng made a phone call to his assistant.

Since she's unlucky in love, let her be lucky in her career.

"Assistant Qin, tidy up the unused office next to mine, equip it with the necessary equipment and supplies according to secretary standards."

Assistant Qin was startled and didn't understand what he meant, but he quickly said "Okay".

"Also, please inform all departments that I will be creating a secretary position in my office from now on. You will be responsible for transferring any minor communication between departments to her."

Assistant Qin was overjoyed when he heard this. Wouldn't this save him a lot of trouble?

Mr. Duan finally realized that he didn't need to target him alone.

Assistant Qin: "Mr. Duan, when will the other party start work?"

Duan Yiheng paused for a moment, then said, "I don't know yet. I'll talk to her tomorrow."

Assistant Qin was shocked. "So all these instructions you've given me in the middle of the night? They haven't even agreed yet?"

The "other person" in Assistant Qin's mind woke up two or three times during the night, drinking soup and taking a bath.

Even when the sun was high in the sky, she still couldn't figure out how she got back.

The knocking interrupted her thoughts, and Lin Xi got out of bed to open the door.

Outside the door, Duan Yiheng was dressed in a shirt and trousers, looking neat and tidy, clearly on his way to work.

Lin Xi blinked for no apparent reason.

Duan Yiheng said, "Yinfan has a strict personnel system and will not make exceptions for anyone. Currently, only the position of president's secretary is temporarily vacant. If you have thought it over, come to Yinfan to find me."

Lin Xi stared blankly at Duan Yiheng's retreating figure, pondering the position of the president's secretary.

She suddenly paused, meaning that if she were to go to Yin Fan, she could only become Duan Yiheng's secretary.

This was somewhat difficult for Lin Xi, who was afraid of him.

But Duan Yiheng had already conceded.

To go or not to go? Lin Xi fell into deep thought.