Fang Fang said with an accommodating smile, "Don’t worry about me; I’ll just give them a call in a bit. Rong Shaoze drank a lot; I’d better take care of him first. Right, since the Young Madam has already gone to sleep, let’s not wake her. Let her have a good rest."
The servant’s face stiffened, and she sighed helplessly in her heart.
Here was another woman who wanted to become the Rong Family’s Young Madam.
But no matter how hard they tried, they would never succeed, because Shaoze’s heart harbored only one woman and could accommodate no one else anymore.
No matter what, Fang Fang’s status was very distinguished, and the servant dared not neglect her or openly say anything to her.
Therefore, the servant had no choice but to follow her instructions, preparing hot water and honey water before tactfully leaving the room.
Even though the Young Madam had already gone to sleep, the servant still woke her up to explain the situation.
After listening, Rong’s mother instructed that everything should be done according to Fang Fang’s wishes and that they need not worry about anything else.
The servant nodded to show she understood.
Rong’s mother had her own plans.
If Lin Xinlan could abandon her husband and child, then she indeed had no qualification to be the Rong Family’s Young Madam.
She didn’t want to see her son drown his sorrows in alcohol every day either.
If he could be together with Fang Fang and forget about Lin Xinlan, that would be for the best.
Rong Shaoze was severely intoxicated, with a throbbing headache, and he kept frowning and moaning unconsciously.
Fang Fang fed him some honey water, then used the hot water to wipe his face, hands, and feet.
She did these things naturally, without feeling shy or embarrassed.
She knew she shouldn’t be doing this; she should have left immediately after sending Shaoze home.
But seeing him , she felt distressed and wanted to take care of him, to stay by his side and not go anywhere.
For him, she had already discarded the reserve a girl ought to have.
Only because she had fallen for him and wanted to give herself a chance.
"Xinlan..." Rong Shaoze frowned tightly, murmuring softly, "Don’t go, don’t leave me..."
Fang Fang felt a complex emotion upon hearing his words.
She sat by the bed, brushed the hair from his forehead, and said softly to him, "Rong, forget Miss Lin; then you won’t be in pain anymore."
Rong Shaoze’s lips were tightly pressed, and his eyebrows remained furrowed, as if he were seeing something in his dream.
Fang Fang just watched him, deeply, never tiring of looking at him.
Dawn gradually broke, and Rong Shaoze woke with a headache to find a woman lying beside the bed.
He was startled, thinking it was Lin Xinlan.
Fortunately, he immediately recognized that she was not Lin Xinlan.
Fang Fang, too, had just woken up, and seeing that he was awake, she smiled sweetly, "Rong, you’re awake? Does your head still hurt?"
She reached out to touch his forehead, but Rong Shaoze coldly blocked her hand.
Sitting up, he looked at her with a cold gaze and asked coldly, "What are you doing here?"
Fang Fang withdrew her hand and smiled, "You forgot? I ran into you at the entrance of the bar yesterday. You had passed out, so I brought you back."
"I’m asking why you are in my room now," said the man expressionlessly.
Fang Fang’s face turned slightly red, and speaking softly with her head lowered, she said, "Last night... I saw you were in so much discomfort from the alcohol... I’ve been taking care of you..."
Her words were no different from a confession.
She felt very embarrassed, both nervous and expectant, and was very eager to know Rong Shaoze’s reaction.