Mr. Xiao, can I borrow your wedding invitation?

Chapter 227 I'll Make You Regret It

"Pour it again!"

Ning Zhiyuan stood still. "Fifth Miss, it's too late. You should rest!"

"Just pour it when I tell you to, why are you arguing so much?" Xiao Ruonan threw a tantrum.

Ning Zhiyuan had no choice but to continue doing as she said.

Seeing Xiao Ruonan down two or three cups as if they were water, without even blinking, Ning Zhiyuan firmly stood his ground, "Fifth Miss, you can't drink anymore, you'll get drunk!"

Xiao Ruonan slowly raised her head, gazing at him with a dreamy look in her eyes, "What good will it do me to be sober now?"

She gestured for him to sit down and have a drink with him.

Ning Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment, then bent down and sat down.

Xiao Ruonan propped herself up on the sofa and slowly sat up. She poured two glasses of wine herself and handed one to Ning Zhiyuan. "Ah Lie, what do you think of me?"

Ning Zhiyuan was taken aback by her sudden question and paused for a moment before nodding and saying, "Fifth Miss is intelligent, kind, virtuous, and a model for all the young ladies of Ningcheng!"

Xiao Ruonan rested her chin on her hand, staring at him with clear eyes, "Then do you like me?"

"I……"

Xiao Ruonan pouted, "Hesitating, do you like it or not!"

Ning Zhiyuan nodded, "I like it! But..."

One second Xiao Ruonan was feeling a surge of joy at his "liking" her, but the moment he changed his tone, her hard-won hope was instantly extinguished.

"My affection for Miss Fifth is limited to respect and admiration. Miss Fifth is my mistress and has saved my life. I will always remember this kindness!"

Xiao Ruonan slowly tightened her grip on the cup. "You mean, you only feel gratitude towards me?"

Ning Zhiyuan's Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't speak.

Xiao Ruonan suddenly let out a poignant laugh, followed by a surge of malice, "Get out!"

Ning Zhiyuan stood up, nodded slightly, and turned to take his leave.

"Stop!" Xiao Ruonan took a swig of wine, their backs to each other. "If I told you that I don't want to marry that Young Master Yan at all, would you take me away?"

Ning Zhiyuan froze. "Leave?"

“Yes, let’s go! Let’s go somewhere where nobody knows me. What Xiao family’s fifth young lady, what wealth and glory, I, Xiao Ruonan, don’t care. I just want to live my own life with the person I love!” Xiao Ruonan stood up, slowly walked behind him, and looking at his towering back, she mustered her courage, “Will you take me with you?”

Time stood still. Every minute and every second was a test for Ning Zhiyuan and a torment and agony for Xiao Ruonan.

Ning Zhiyuan clenched his fists, and the next second, he said, "The Fifth Miss has been pampered since childhood, and I'm afraid she can't endure this hardship. I can't lead the Fifth Miss into a pit of fire, so I'm sorry..."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ruonan's heart sank even further.

She closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again, reverting to her previous effeminate demeanor. "Useless thing, get out! You'll regret this!"

After sending Ning Zhiyuan away, she continued drinking alone...

hospital.

Su Ying was awakened from her afternoon nap by the fragrance of flowers.

When she opened her eyes, she thought she was dreaming. "Dr. Shen?"

Shen Qingfeng held a bouquet of tulips, dressed neatly in light-colored clothes, with a gentle smile. He was like a handsome senior from a university, warming people's hearts and making them swoon.

"I still woke you up!" he apologized.

Su Ying sat up, "Now that you say that, I feel embarrassed!"

"These are for you! I'll find a place for them for you!" Shen Qingfeng turned around and placed the bouquet on the table. The white tulips were delicate and elegant, not as passionate and unrestrained as roses, but they had their own unique charm.

It's the flower that Su Ying likes.

"How's your hand? I heard you were in the hospital, so I came right away. You didn't even tell me about something this serious happened. Who was it that said I wasn't loyal? Aren't you the same? I'm really getting angry!"

Shen Qingfeng carefully examined Su Ying's injured hand while pretending to be angry.

Having grown accustomed to his humility and refinement, Su Ying was amused by his sudden display of a little personality.

"It's really nothing, just a minor injury. I'm not one to make a fuss!" Su Ying said casually.

Shen Qingfeng opened his mouth, his eyes filled with heartache.

"Su Wen told you, didn't he? That guy just loves making trouble!"

"I actually think it's good to have someone keeping an eye on you!"

Su Ying stuck out her tongue.

"Oh, by the way, my mom overheard my phone call with Su Wen and insisted on making soup for me to bring to you!"

"What? Auntie cooked it herself?" Su Ying was flattered, after all, she hadn't met Shen's mother many times. She was about to get up and cook it herself when Shen Qingfeng pressed her back down to sit.

"You sit down, I'll do it!"

As Shen Qingfeng opened the lid of the insulated box, a surge of white steam rushed out. He took out the utensils and ladled soup, every movement was careful, as if he was born to take care of people.

"Dr. Shen, let me do it!"

Shen Qingfeng stepped aside. "You're the injured one, be careful not to tear your wound. Let me do it!"

He held the spoon, gently stirring and blowing on it to warm it, then scooped up a spoonful and brought it to Su Ying's lips.

Just as Su Ying was about to open her mouth, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a tall, imposing figure appeared.

"Dr. Shen is indeed very professional. He does everything so personally, he is a role model in the medical field!"

Xiao Shen curled his lips, his eyes filled with a chilling glint.

Just as Su Ying was about to speak, Shen Qingfeng grasped her hand, "Mr. Xiao is also quite good; he's a good boss who cares about his employees!"

He looked around and said, "Not only do you arrange the best wards for your employees, but you even personally stay with them at their bedsides. I have to say, there aren't many good bosses like you these days!"

On the surface, it's praise and admiration, but in reality, it contains veiled sarcasm.

The two faced off across the distance, one calm and refined, the other cold and cunning, locked in a fierce confrontation, neither willing to yield an aura.

Su Ying felt a strong current of air surging within her, as if it would suck the entire world in the next second.

"Ahem! Mr. Xiao, Dr. Shen came to visit me; he didn't mean anything by it!"

Xiao Shen is vengeful, and Su Ying was afraid he would cause trouble for Shen Qingfeng, so she hurriedly explained.

But he didn't seem to listen. His gaze fell on the soup bowl on the table. He strode over, picked it up, and gave it a cold look. "Dr. Shen really put in the effort. It does smell quite good! It's just a pity..."

"Dangdang!"

He loosened his grip, and the bowl fell onto the table, splashing the soup inside everywhere.

"Assistant Su is injured and can only eat privately ordered meals. Who knows if these are clean or not? What if she gets sick from eating them? Who will be responsible then!"

She took the handkerchief from Song Hao and gracefully wiped each of her fingers.

Shen Qingfeng outwardly maintained good family manners, but his fingertips were already digging into his palms. If you were to get a closer look, you would find that his arms were extremely stiff.

Looking at his face, Su Ying felt incredibly guilty. She knew that everything was because of her.