Chapter 30: Hitting Someone

Fan Xia had finally managed to comfort Wen Lan Sheng. Hugging Yi Mei, she quickly left the scene of the incident. With her other hand carrying the snacks she bought, she knocked on the door of Rong Xiu’s room.

Rong Xiu was wearing a black robe, the skin at his collar strikingly white. He leaned lazily against the doorframe, his tone low and alluring: “Did you have fun?”

“I should be the one asking you that.” Fan Xia walked into the room, putting down Yi Mei. Her brows furrowed slightly in displeasure: “When you left, you deliberately threw that piece of clothing for Yi Mei to bite, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did.” Rong Xiu admitted frankly, moving closer to her until his chest was almost touching hers, his deep eyes bright: “Are you going to tell Wen Lan Sheng? Might as well tell him about the photos we took earlier too. I’ve saved all the pictures.”

On the moonlit beach, Fan Xia stood between two men. Wen Lan Sheng tightly held her arm, leaning on her shoulder. On her right, her fingers were tightly intertwined with Rong Xiu’s.

Fan Xia sighed helplessly: “I didn’t tell Lan Sheng, but please don’t do these things anymore in the future… I don’t want to destroy my family.”

Hearing the word ‘family’, the intense emotions in Rong Xiu’s eyes were instantly suppressed by something heavy. The word ‘family’ carried too much burden.

“Fan Xia, why do you like Wen Lan Sheng so much?” Rong Xiu’s gaze was full of discontent as he stared at her.

Fan Xia didn’t answer his question. Her hand hidden in her sleeve clenched tightly: “I’m getting married. Shortly after returning to the island, I’ll be holding my wedding ceremony. I don’t want Lan Sheng to misunderstand our relationship.”

She spoke directly, hoping Rong Xiu would face reality.

He was born a noble young master of a wealthy family, he wouldn’t continue to demean himself, and she had things she must do.

Unexpectedly, Rong Xiu lowered his head and remained silent for a long time. His thin, cold lips curled into a smile: “But you’re not married yet, are you?”

Fan Xia’s eyes froze for a moment. Her wrist was grasped by Rong Xiu, as if encircled by a ring of burning fire. Her heart suddenly trembled.

Her thick eyelashes fluttered slightly as she said, “Although we’re not married yet, Lan Sheng and I are about to become husband and wife. I don’t want any complications at this time.”

Rong Xiu murmured the words ‘complications’ to himself, his eyes filled with an indescribable pain: “If you’re so eager to marry Wen Lan Sheng, and act so devoted and faithful to him, then why do you still…”

Why do you still keep a lover outside? This accusatory question, Rong Xiu ultimately couldn’t bring himself to ask.

Once said, Fan Xia would think he had been investigating her behind her back. Besides, as someone who didn’t even have the status of a mistress, what right did he have to question her?

It’s just that ever since he learned that Fan Xia was still keeping Gu Jin Yi on the side, it was as if he had a vague hope, deluding himself into thinking he could also become one of the men by her side.

Seeing Rong Xiu suddenly fall silent, Fan Xia didn’t pursue the matter.

She placed the snacks on the entryway table, the plastic bag making a rustling sound. Yi Mei, having played all day, was sleeping at their feet.

Fan Xia looked at Yi Mei lovingly, preparing to leave.

“Can you stay with me a little longer?” Rong Xiu suddenly grabbed her hand forcefully. The upturned corners of his eyes were tinged with moist redness, showing a hint of desolation.

The noble son of a wealthy family, the person in power at Shanhai Group, the man standing at the pinnacle of the financial world, when had he ever shown such vulnerability in front of others?

Fan Xia’s gentle, clear eyes wavered slightly, but she unhesitatingly brushed off his hand and turned to leave.

She didn’t want to get involved in an office romance. Objectively speaking, being the executive assistant at Shanhai Group was an excellent job with top-tier salary and benefits in the industry. But once you develop an ambiguous relationship with your boss outside of work, things become complicated.

At the moment she rejected Rong Xiu, Fan Xia had already prepared for the worst.

Being fired by Rong Xiu, or even blacklisted from the industry.

But she didn’t care. Cars, houses, and savings – she had everything to ensure her quality of life. Even if she was fired, it wouldn’t have much impact on her.

There was only one thing she truly needed to do in her life.

Fan Xia gently closed the door. In that instant of closing, through the gap in the door, she glimpsed Rong Xiu kneeling dejectedly on the ground. His thin, frail body was slightly hunched like an injured small beast, his back trembling. A crystal tear splashed onto his pale white hand, forming a broken flower.

The door closed with a click.

Fan Xia looked at the seemingly endless hotel corridor, briefly lost in thought.

That night, she made it up to Wen Lan Sheng.

For a while, due to the matters with the Wen family, Fan Xia hadn’t touched him much. Wen Lan Sheng was like a fish dying of thirst, endlessly demanding.

Afterwards, Fan Xia held Wen Lan Sheng as he fell asleep. Her fingertips lovingly brushed away the sweat-dampened hair on his forehead, but in her mind was only that tear that had splashed onto the back of a hand.

Fan Xia, who had prepared herself to be fired, was surprised when she hadn’t received any news from the HR department by the end of the business trip.

These past few days, Rong Xiu had been very well-behaved, no longer deliberately causing trouble. Even Wen Lan Sheng found it a bit strange.

On the way to the airport, Rong Xiu’s cold face was gaunt and pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. His thick eyelashes covered the thin light in his eyes, which were dull and lifeless. Only when he passed by her did his eyes show a hint of fluctuation.

Fan Xia lowered her head, turning sideways to let him pass first.

In that instant, the faint light in Rong Xiu’s eyes completely extinguished.

Because Wen Lan Sheng was returning with them, Fan Xia planned to sit in business class with him, but Rong Xiu generously upgraded Wen Lan Sheng’s seat as well.

“Let’s go together.” Rong Xiu’s face was pale and colorless, his voice hoarse and weak. The hint of decadence at the corners of his eyes made him look extremely sickly.

Seeing Rong Xiu’s almost self-destructive self-torment, Fan Xia felt a bit of pity. Why bother?

Given the chance to fly first class, and with Rong Xiu footing the bill, Wen Lan Sheng didn’t stand on ceremony.

Knowing Rong Xiu was very close to them, he still insisted on chatting animatedly with Fan Xia. Fan Xia listened quietly, her eyes secretly glancing in Rong Xiu’s direction.

He had put on a new pair of thin gold-rimmed glasses, his brows and eyes as cold and distant as a lonely mountain.

“Xia Xia, I had my wedding suit altered at the shop last time because I felt there was a small issue. Will you accompany me tomorrow to try it on? You can see how I look in the wedding suit too.” Wen Lan Sheng smiled sweetly.

Fan Xia withdrew her gaze and said gently, “Didn’t I already see you in the wedding suit when I accompanied you to pick it out before?”

“The last suit was a bit too big and didn’t show off my waistline. This time the waist has been adjusted, it’ll definitely look better than before. This is Victoria Wang’s design, I’ve been dreaming about it for so long.”

“Alright,” Fan Xia smiled slightly, her tone indulgent. “I’ll accompany you after work tomorrow.”

Wen Lan Sheng nodded happily, casting a provocative glance at Rong Xiu not far away. Even though he knew they were separated by some distance and Rong Xiu probably couldn’t hear his conversation with Fan Xia, he still felt smug.

Keep trying to seduce his fiancée, what good would it do? They were about to become a legally married couple.

When Fan Xia wasn’t paying attention, Wen Lan Sheng kissed her cheek and then pretended to rest, wrapping himself in a blanket.

Fan Xia smiled helplessly, tucking the blanket around him and turning off the reading light.

The surroundings instantly quieted down. Fan Xia also closed her eyes to rest, not noticing Rong Xiu’s fingers that were about to be crushed from clenching.

After getting off the plane, Fan Xia finally turned on her phone.

A series of WeChat messages and missed calls flooded in like a tidal wave. Upon closer inspection, they were all from Wen Ming Yue and Xie Cen.

“What’s wrong with Mom and Dad? Why did they send me so many messages?” Fan Xia asked instinctively.

“I don’t know either, they sent me a lot of messages too.” Wen Lan Sheng’s expression was a bit grave. Suddenly receiving so many messages and calls, he had a premonition that it couldn’t be good news.

Fan Xia opened the 99+ WeChat messages. Before she could read them carefully, Wen Lan Sheng received another call.

Wen Lan Sheng answered. Even though he didn’t put it on speaker, Fan Xia could hear Xie Cen’s crying through the phone.

“Dad, don’t cry! What happened?” Wen Lan Sheng asked urgently.

As Xie Cen sobbed and explained, Fan Xia opened the string of WeChat messages and began reading from the beginning. The corner of her lips curled into a cold smile.

Wen Jing had hit someone.

The person she hit was her.