Fang Fang parked the car, ready to enter the bar to attend the class reunion.
She then saw a stunning figure stumbling out from inside.
His body swayed and tottered, nearly falling to the ground several times.
Fang Fang recognized the person, a look of astonishment flashing through her eyes.
The drunken Rong Shaoze leaned against the wall and suddenly vomited, vomiting for a long time, almost to the point of bringing up bile.
Fang Fang paused for a moment, then slowly approached him from behind and asked softly, "Brother Rong, do you need help?"
Rong Shaoze straightened his body and completely ignored her presence, continuing to walk forward.
"Brother Rong, it’s me, Fang Fang!" she raised her voice, thinking he hadn’t heard her.
Still, Rong Shaoze ignored her, but after a few steps, he suddenly fainted.
Fang Fang immediately went up and shook his body, but he did not react at all.
It seemed he was too drunk to be conscious.
She took out her phone to call her classmates, telling them something came up and she couldn’t make it.
She then asked the bar’s security for help to lift Rong Shaoze into the car before driving away.
Through the rearview mirror, she could see the man’s sleeping face.
Though his face was much thinner and disheveled, it did not detract from his handsomeness at all.
She was puzzled, wondering what could have led Rong Shaoze to torment himself .
Just by looking at his face, she could tell how much pain he was in. That was why he was numbing himself with alcohol.
But she had some understanding of him.
In her view, Rong Shaoze was a nobleman not to be profaned, and he would never allow himself to be seen in a disheveled state.
What could possibly have hurt him so deeply?
Without guessing, she knew it must have been something very serious and important to him.
For some reason, Fang Fang felt a pinch of heartache for him and was slightly jealous of the person or thing causing him pain.
Back at the Rong Family estate, Fang Fang rang the doorbell, identified herself to the servants and informed them of Rong Shaoze’s condition.
The door was immediately opened, and a servant came forward to see Rong Shaoze’s condition and couldn’t help saying with pity, "Young Master, why are you drunk again?!"
Fang Fang asked, "Is the Young Madam at home?"
"Our madam has not been feeling well recently and has already gone to sleep."
"What about Miss Lin?"
The servant hesitated for a moment and then truthfully stated, "The Young Madam has been gone for a while now, she’s not at home."
Fang Fang’s expression stiffened, and she understood that Rong Shaoze’s condition was all for Lin Xinlan.
"Miss Fang, thank you for bringing our young master back. You can go now, we can take it from here..."
Fang Fang smiled and interrupted him, saying confidently, "Don’t mention it, we all know each other anyway. Come on, let’s help him upstairs."
As she spoke, she bent over into the car, draping Rong Shaoze’s arm over her shoulder, and the servant had no choice but to help.
Together, they helped Rong Shaoze into the bedroom and put him to bed, settling him down.
Fang Fang took off his shoes for him and covered him with a blanket, her movements practiced and natural, as if she was Rong Shaoze’s wife.
She turned to the servant and commanded, "Go get some hot water, and also a cup of honey water."
The servant was an old hand at the Rong family, naturally skilled at reading people.
He smiled and said, "Miss Fang, you’ve already gone to a lot of trouble by bringing our young master back. It’s getting late, you should head back now, otherwise your parents will be worried."