novelaction Chapter 194 He is drunk
Chapter 194 He is drunk
The doorbell rang suddenly again. Ye Wanqing sighed softly, put down the book in her hand, stood up slowly, and walked down the stairs slowly with a hint of helplessness and confusion in her steps.
It’s so late, who could it be?
When she walked to the door, she caught a glimpse of the luxurious and familiar Maybach through the crack, parked quietly in the night.
Ye Wanqing frowned slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, she reached out and gently opened the door. The sound of the door hinge turning was particularly clear in the quiet night.
As the door opened, Zhao Yu came into view. He was wearing a neat suit and walked down from the driver's seat with a bit of urgency and respect in his steps.
"Ms. Ye, Mr. Lin...drank a little too much tonight." There was a hint of apology and helplessness in Zhao Yu's voice.
Ye Wanqing's gaze passed Zhao Yu and fell on the Maybach with its rear window half open.
The dim light from the street lamp shone through the car window, casting patches of light on Lin Xuan's face.
He sat there, his eyes deep and focused, as if he could see through the night and look into the depths of her soul. However, Ye Wanqing didn't see the slightest hint of drunkenness in his eyes.
She gently looked away, her tone a little distant: "He is drunk, you should send him back to the Lin family, there are people there to take care of him."
Zhao Yu felt embarrassed when he heard this. He scratched his head and explained, "Boss Lin... insisted on coming here, and I had no choice."
Ye Wanqing's expression remained calm as water. She shook her head without hesitation: "Let's send him back to the Lin family. It's not convenient for me to be here."
Seeing this, Zhao Yu had no choice but to turn around and prepare to open the car door again.
However, at this moment, Lin Xuan opened the car door and walked out.
He staggered slightly.
Walking up to Ye Wanqing, he said softly, "Could you please make me a bowl of hangover soup? My head hurts."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and gently massaged his temple, his brows furrowed, as if he was truly enduring unspeakable pain.
Ye Wanqing could clearly smell the strong scent of white wine on him, mixed with the night breeze, as if it was permeating the entire space.
She remembered Qin Zhuyu's previous reminder, and her heart couldn't help but feel a little disturbed.
However, when she saw Lin Xuan's slightly fragile appearance, the defense in her heart softened a little involuntarily.
She shook her head gently, trying to dispel those disturbing thoughts: "I don't feel well tonight, maybe..."
"Then... can I come in and sit for a while?" Lin Xuan interrupted her, a hint of pleading and helplessness in his voice, "My mother has been sleeping late lately. If I go home late, she will be worried."
Ye Wanqing's heart trembled slightly when Mrs. Lin was mentioned. She knew that Mrs. Lin always had a rare tolerance and understanding for her, just as she always had gratitude and respect for her. Therefore, when Lin Xuan mentioned his wife, she couldn't help but hesitate.
Seeing this, Lin Xuan's eyes flashed with a subtle joy. He struck while the iron was hot and continued, "My head really hurts. Just sit for a while, okay?"
Ye Wanqing looked at Lin Xuan. They had known each other for a long time, but she had never seen him so vulnerable. She pursed her lips slightly, then finally nodded, "Come in."
Zhao Yu heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this. He quickly said, "Then I'll go buy some hangover medicine for Mr. Lin. Please wait a moment."
After saying this, as if he was afraid that Ye Wanqing would go back on her word, he quickly turned around and got back into the car, started the engine, and drove off into the night.
Ye Wanqing looked at the Maybach that was moving further and further away, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
When she turned to look at Lin Xuan again, she found that all this was not that difficult to accept: "Come in, I'll pour you a glass of water first."
Lin Xuan smiled and nodded, followed Ye Wanqing's footsteps, and slowly walked into the villa.
As soon as he entered, his eyes fell on the medicine bottles on the coffee table that had not yet been put away. He couldn't help but feel a sense of regret and apology.
He didn't hesitate and sat down on the sofa. Although he had been trying to gain sympathy, his headache was real.
At this moment, he just wanted to rest quietly for a while in this familiar and warm place...
At tonight's banquet, most of the people sitting around were respected elders, so Lin Xuan naturally found it difficult to refuse. After a few rounds of toasts, even someone with a good alcohol tolerance couldn't help but feel a little tipsy.
His drinking capacity was always praised, but ultimately, his flesh and blood body could not withstand the endless invasion of mellow aromas. After three rounds of drinks, Lin Xuan's expression began to show a little fatigue, but he still maintained his composure and demeanor.
After sitting down, his eyes inadvertently fell on the scattered pills on the coffee table, and a trace of imperceptible concern flashed in his eyes.
Seeing this, Ye Wanqing gently stood up, walked to the coffee table, picked up the pills one by one, and put them into the trash can beside her, as if she was dealing with a trivial yet crucial matter.
"What's wrong? Do you have a cold?" Lin Xuan's voice was a little hoarse, but still charming. He slowly moved his eyes away from the pills and fell on Ye Wanqing's slightly pale face.
Ye Wanqing sniffed lightly, with a barely perceptible nasal tone in her voice, "Yeah, a little."
A brief silence fell between the two of them, with only the occasional sound of the wind outside the window seeming to evoke the stillness of the night. Lin Xuan leaned back on the sofa, his eyes slightly closed, his brow furrowed. It was obvious that the alcohol was making him feel uncomfortable.
Ye Wanqing sat aside, observing him quietly, secretly speculating on Lin Xuan's true intentions in coming this time. It's not that she didn't understand his feelings, but she had already made her position clear and rejected the tenderness that didn't belong to her.
Perhaps because of the alcohol, Lin Xuan felt a little hot all over. He unconsciously reached out and unbuttoned the two buttons on his shirt collar, revealing the fair skin at his collarbone, which looked particularly attractive under the light.
Ye Wanqing's gaze unconsciously moved upwards, just catching sight of his rolling Adam's apple. Her heart couldn't help but move, and she quickly turned her head away, lowered her head to drink water, trying to calm the waves in her heart.
Lin Xuan seemed to feel her gaze, slowly opened his eyes, reached out to pick up the glass of warm water that Ye Wanqing had just poured for him, tilted his head back and drank it all, then unbuttoned a button, as if wanting to relax his body more.
The night breeze blew in from the balcony, bringing a hint of coolness. Lin Xuan turned his head and his eyes fell on Ye Wanqing again. Although she was silent, he could clearly feel that her mood today was not as bright as usual.
Suddenly, Lin Xuan moved his body, supported his hands on his legs, and rested his forehead lightly on the back of his hands, as if enduring some discomfort.
When Ye Wanqing heard his movement, she subconsciously turned her head to look at him, but she could only see his lowered head and could not see the expression on his face.
"Do you want to vomit?" she asked softly, with a hint of barely perceptible concern in her tone.
Lin Xuan shook his head slightly, his voice low and hoarse: "I have a little stomachache."
He had indeed drunk quite a bit tonight, but had barely eaten anything, which made Ye Wanqing feel a little guilty. She was stunned for a moment, not expecting that she had overlooked this point.
"You...didn't eat much tonight?" she asked softly, with a hint of apology in her tone.
"Yeah." Lin Xuan responded simply, with a hint of fatigue in his voice.
Ye Wanqing pursed her lips and pondered secretly. She had been planning to refuse any of his requests, but seeing his appearance at the moment, her heart softened involuntarily.
"I'll cook you some noodles. Forget about the hangover soup." She said with a hint of tenderness and compromise in her tone.
Hearing this, Lin Xuan slowly raised his head and looked at her with a hint of gratitude and surprise in his eyes. "Thank you," he said softly, his voice carrying a hint of sincerity.
"No need." Ye Wanqing shook her head slightly, thinking to herself, after all, he is her savior, so what does this little thing matter?
After saying that, she turned and walked into the kitchen to prepare noodles for him. The so-called hangover soup was just a simple cup of honey water.
Zhao Yu didn't actually go buy hangover medicine for Lin Xuan, because he knew it wasn't very effective after drinking. He was also afraid Ye Wanqing might suddenly change her mind and ask him to take Lin Xuan away. So, he chose to stay nearby and wait for Mr. Lin's call.
When Lin Xuan's call finally came, Zhao Yu felt relieved. He knew that this meant Ye Wanqing wasn't really angry, and that Mr. Lin would be in a better mood tomorrow.
After hanging up the phone, Zhao Yu drove away from the villa with peace of mind, secretly feeling happy for President Lin.
Meanwhile, inside the villa, Ye Wanqing had already cooked noodles and placed them on the coffee table in front of Lin Xuan. "Can you eat something now?" she asked softly.
Lin Xuan glanced at her and nodded slightly, "Yes." After that, he picked up the chopsticks and began to taste the bowl of noodles full of warmth and care.
Ye Wanqing sat aside, her hands on her thighs, her chin supported, looking at him with a hint of curiosity and tenderness in her eyes.
"Don't you usually rarely drink at dinner parties? Why today..." she asked softly, as if wanting to know more about him.
Lin Xuan glanced at her, a faint smile on his face: "The person attending the dinner today is an old friend of my father, it's hard to refuse."
Ye Wanqing understood immediately after hearing this. She sighed softly, "Is your stomach problem still not healed?" She knew that Lin Xuan's stomach problem had always been an old problem.
Lin Xuan took a mouthful of noodles, his movements graceful and composed. "It's not easy to make it well," he replied simply, his tone tinged with helplessness and self-mockery.
Ye Wanqing chuckled, her voice full of teasing and tenderness: "Your lifestyle really doesn't make it easy to cure your stomach problems."
She knew that he was busy with work and often had irregular diet, which was the real reason why his stomach problems had not been cured for a long time.
Lin Xuan didn't say anything, but just lowered his head to eat noodles, as if responding to her teasing with his actions.
Ye Wanqing turned on the TV and randomly selected a movie channel. A classic Hong Kong film was playing on the screen, and the hero and heroine in the picture were performing a lingering love story...