Rose Manor

Chapter 24: Cooking Hangover Soup
In the dining room of the Qin family villa, the atmosphere is not very harmonious.

Qin Zhongtian, who had been busy all day, had just returned, took off his black suit and casually threw it to the nanny who followed him, washed his hands and sat down at the dining table.

The most honorable old lady in the family sat in the main seat, her usual kindly eyes were quite serious today.On the opposite side is Qin Sang, a freshman who is studying at a local university in Yicheng. When there is no class, she will go home to accompany the old lady.

There was one person missing at the dinner table.

Qin Zhongtian looked at Qin Sang who was serving the old lady soup: "Where's your brother, is he out fooling around again?" He had a deep understanding of Qin Fan's temperament.

Qin Sang put down the bowl, glanced at grandma and said, "Brother came back at noon and heard that grandma had arranged a marriage for him. He lost his temper and locked himself in the room to play games and never came out."

"Go ask the young master to come down." Qin Zhongtian turned his head and said to the servant beside him.

The servant put a plate of dishes on the table, wiped his hands, turned and went upstairs, knowing that he might not be able to invite the second generation ancestor, he was very angry.

Qin Zhongtian ate a piece of food, and started to talk about business: "Mom, I have asked people to delete those messy rumors on the Internet. Nowadays, the society is developing rapidly, and there are many new things every day. It's hard to see. After a long time, no one remembers. This matter. You are a bit hasty just because Qin Fan married the daughter of the Yin family. It is normal for them to have some gossip at their age."

The old lady Qin snorted softly: "Why don't you say that the upper beam is not upright and the lower beam is crooked, do you think it's normal? Your son slept with an innocent girl and posted the photos on the Internet to be watched by others, shouldn't he be responsible? Yin The family is not a small family, and if we meet on other occasions in the future, don't you feel that you will lose face?"

Qin Zhongtian's facial muscles twitched, wanting to defend himself, but swallowed the words back.

The person in front of him was his mother who had raised him, and some words sounded good, and arguing made her angry, and getting angry out of his body was not worth the candle.

Upstairs outside Qin Fan's room, the servant knocked on the door, turned his head and put his ears on the door panel to listen, but there was no sound inside, as if there was no one there.But she knew that the young master hadn't gone out since he came back, probably because he didn't want to care about others.

After clearing his throat, the servant raised his voice and shouted: "Young master, sir is back, and I want you to come down."

The door in front of him was suddenly pulled open, and the servant was so close that he almost fell in.After stabilizing his figure, the servant smiled and said, "Sir, please come downstairs for dinner."

Qin Fan grabbed a handful of hair angrily, rushed past the servants and went downstairs, came to the restaurant, and the first thing he said was: "Dad, I can't marry Yin Shuyao, please help me persuade grandma to take back this idea."

Qin Zhongtian: "Then what do you want?"

"I explained the same thing to grandma." Qin Fan said, "Last night was an accident. We didn't date. We just slept together after drinking too much. I can give her other compensation, but marriage is impossible."

Qin Fan didn't dare to mention that the person he really wanted to date was Shen Jianian, and an accident caused the current situation.

Mrs. Qin slapped her chopsticks on the table, and with a "pop" sound, the whole restaurant became quiet.

"Listen to what you said, is there any reason?" The old lady hated iron and steel, "I brought you up with my own hands, why are you so unreasonable?"

Qin Fan's handsome face was pale and white, he gritted his teeth, and looked straight at his father.

Qin Zhongtian put on serving chopsticks to pick up food for the old lady, without raising his eyes: "There is no need to talk about this, just listen to your grandma."

It's not that he didn't intercede for his son, but he was silenced by the old lady's words.He is busy with work on weekdays and spends all his energy on the company, and the old lady decides the big and small matters at home.Her old man's words are comparable to the imperial edicts of the ancient empress dowagers, and the younger generation can only obey.

Even he didn't dare to disobey the old lady's wishes easily.

"Dad! Are you confused?!" Qin Fan yelled in disbelief, his eyes turning red.

Qin Zhongtian didn't want to say more, and pointed to the vacant chair: "Sit down and eat, what does it look like yelling at home. Learn from your sister, and be careful in the future, don't be ridiculous, and be careful when you get married."

No one in the family turned to him, Qin Fan was going crazy, how could he be in the mood to eat, and ran out with a shake of his hands.

*
The night is deep, leaving the flashy place where people are drinking, the neon lights and traffic outside seem not so noisy.

In the back seat of the black Maybach, Fu Jichen unbuttoned his suit that had been bound all night, and fell asleep with his head resting on the neck pillow.

Zhu Yilan, who was sitting in the front co-pilot, glanced at him in the rearview mirror, feeling a little distressed, and wanted to help him relieve it, but couldn't think of a good way for a while.

The people I met tonight are really difficult, and they are all from Fu Jichen's father's generation, so I have to give face, otherwise, it is small to lose the chance of cooperation, and it is great to be said not to know etiquette.It was reported to the ears of those people in Beicheng that Fu Jichen would inevitably be criticized.

Zhu Yilan had a heavy heart and lightly touched the arm of Qu Mo who was driving and gave him a look.

Qu Mo understood something, slowed down the speed of the car, and drove the car more smoothly.

Zhu Yilan's eyes returned to the rearview mirror, and gradually, there was more love in his eyes.

The scenes that happened in the private room flowed through her mind like running water. She helped Fu Jichen hold back the wine. Seeing that she was drinking happily, those people played tricks with great interest, put up a "wine tower" and asked her how many layers she could drink.

The so-called "wine tower" is made up of cups of wine, the bottom layer has the most cups, and the number of cups decreases upwards, shaped like a tower.

Fu Jichen was originally a gentleman, nothing else, it was in his bones.He is indifferent and ruthless, and always alienated when dealing with others, but he never tramples and humiliates others wantonly by virtue of his status.

He is completely different from them.

Unable to bear her alone being embarrassed by a group of men at the wine table, Fu Jichen stood up, drank the next few floors, left the private room, and almost fell down the steps.

"Mr. Chen, it seems there is a car following us."

Qu Mo made a sound, interrupting Zhu Yilan's sinking thoughts.

He didn't want to disturb the boss's rest, just now he accidentally glanced at the rearview mirror and found a black Mercedes-Benz following them, turning with their car.He became suspicious and looked in the rearview mirror frequently. Every time he looked, the car kept a constant speed and followed their car far away.

The current speed of the car is not fast, and the road near the villa is not congested. It is easy for the other party to overtake, but it just follows, the purpose is unknown.

This is by no means a coincidence, Qu Mo felt that he should report to the boss.

He thought that Fu Jichen was drunk and unconscious, but after hearing Qu Mo's words, he slowly raised his eyelids, his blurry eyes were like muddy pools of water, and after a while, they gradually became clear and then deep.

"Don't worry about it." Fu Jichen's tone was calm, a little hoarse, "If they want to follow, let them follow."

Apart from the people from Beicheng, he couldn't think of anyone else who was so interested in his affairs.

*
It was almost eleven o'clock, and two beams of headlights shone into the front yard of Rose Manor.

Shen Jianian, who was sleeping in the guest room on the third floor, woke up.Ever since something happened at home, she has been sleeping very lightly, and she can wake up from her sleep at the slightest movement.

The blackout curtains were not drawn tonight, and a thin layer of white gauze curtains covered the window panes, and the light flickered past, like car lights.

Fu Jichen just came back now?

Shen Jia Nian turned over, closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep again, but it was not that easy.

Downstairs in the living room, the live-in nanny Zhou Rongzhen walked out of the room with some clothes on, and opened the door. Qu Mo and Zhu Yilan supported Fu Jichen on the left and the right.

Zhou Rongzhen hurriedly took a step back, getting out of the way: "What's the matter?"

Fu Jichen didn't look good after drinking, his complexion was as usual, cold and flawless, like the finest jade, so Zhou Rongzhen couldn't see anything wrong with him.

"Auntie Zhen, please make a bowl of hangover soup. Mr. Chen drank a lot at night, and his stomach may feel uncomfortable."

Zhu Yilan's exquisite make-up before departure was now a little embarrassed, with fine sweat oozing from the wings of her nose and cheeks, and her hair on her temples was slightly disheveled.

Zhou Rongzhen woke up a servant and led Qu Mo and Zhu Yilan to Fu Jichen's bedroom on the third floor, while she went to the kitchen to cook soup.

The sound of footsteps going back and forth in the corridor was messy. Even though the sound insulation of the room was good, Shen Jianian could still hear the slight sound, and couldn't sleep anymore. He tossed and turned on the bed, feeling a little thirsty.

Zhou Rongzhen was about to go upstairs with the freshly made hangover soup, when she met Shen Jianian, her footsteps paused: "What does Miss Shen need?"

"No, I'll come down to drink water." Shen Jianian didn't have the habit of drinking water at night, this was the first time.

Zhou Rongzhen nodded, looked at Shen Jianian's figure, thought for a while and said, "Can I ask you to bring the hangover soup to the gentleman? I won't go up."

"Okay, give it to me."

Shen Jianian drank half a glass of water, her lips were moistened pink and moist, she took the hangover soup in a white porcelain cup from Aunt Zhen, and walked upstairs.

(End of this chapter)