Meng Xici was startled and hurried to the door.
When his father carried the person into the room, he saw Sang Miao with her eyes closed, her head resting on his chest.
He couldn’t tell if she had fainted or simply fallen asleep.
But if she had fainted, she should have been taken to the hospital, not brought back home, which somehow made Meng Xici feel a bit relieved.
He followed them into the bedroom and stood at the door, watching as Meng Peisheng placed the person on the bed.
“Go downstairs and check if Dr. Xu has arrived.”
Meng Peisheng said as he took off her shoes, pulled up the blanket, and turned to Meng Xici.
Doctor?
“Oh,” Meng Xici responded, running downstairs, where he happened to meet Uncle Zhou bringing Dr. Xu inside.
He led the two of them upstairs, staying nearby to see what was happening.
Meng Peisheng briefly explained Sang Miao’s condition to Dr. Xu, who then went to check on her.
Earlier, Sang Miao’s skin seemed normal, but now there was redness on her neck and arms, which was likely an allergic reaction, though it wasn’t severe.
No rashes appeared, and she didn’t seem to be itching.
“She has a mild alcohol allergy.
She drank a lot. It’s not a big deal; let her sleep, and the alcohol will disperse,” Dr. Xu explained.
“The dizziness is caused by the allergy.
If possible, give her some medication so she can recover faster.
Just make sure she avoids alcohol in the future.”
Afterward, Dr. Xu found a box of medicine.
For a family doctor in a wealthy household, dealing with alcohol allergies or helping someone sober up was routine, and the medicine was readily available.
Meng Peisheng took the medicine: “Please stay here tonight.”
“Okay,” Dr. Xu replied.
Meng Xici went to fetch a glass of water.
Meng Peisheng sat on the edge of the bed, propping Sang Miao’s upper body up against him and giving her the medicine.
Sang Miao was somewhat conscious and instinctively became wary when she sensed someone trying to feed her something.
She tightly pressed her lips together, refusing to eat, frowning, and starting to struggle.
Meng Peisheng had never coaxed anyone to take medicine before.
When Meng Xici was little, he rarely got sick, and when he did, he would take his medicine on time without needing coaxing.
His movements halted, and he patiently spoke in a soft voice: “It’s allergy medicine.
You’ll feel better after taking it.”
Sang Miao barely opened her eyes, squinting at the vague figure in front of her.
She remembered that she had drunk alcohol, so she relaxed slightly and muttered a faint “Mm,” as if agreeing.
After she took the medicine, Meng Peisheng helped her lie back down.
“Other than dizziness, do you feel any other discomfort?”
Sang Miao probably heard him and shook her head slightly with her eyes still closed.
Meng Peisheng tucked the blanket around her again.
Her face still had makeup on, her features delicate, her lips pressed into a thin line, giving her an appearance of fragile stubbornness.
The luxurious jewelry around her neck now seemed like an unnecessary accessory, appearing somewhat cumbersome.
Meng Peisheng gazed at her for a few seconds before going to call someone to help her wash up.
Youyou followed him into the bedroom.
Because there were too many people, she could only squat in the corner, watching quietly.
She knew Sang Miao had returned but didn’t come to hold her, and now, lying in bed, she wasn’t sure if she was asleep.
When Meng Peisheng turned to leave the bedside, Youyou padded over and jumped up onto the bed, sniffing around before trying to climb onto it.
The Maine Coon, being large, was taller than the bed when standing, and its big tail swished back and forth.
Meng Xici, who had been following Meng Peisheng, saw this and quickly went over to pick up the large cat: “Don’t make a noise, go to sleep.”
The cat meowed at him, as if it understood.
It was then forcibly taken to the bedroom.
After Sang Miao was settled, Meng Peisheng called Shao Ying to remove her makeup.
“Remind her about the alcohol allergy when she wakes up.
She should avoid alcohol in the future.”
Shao Ying nodded, “Got it, Mr. Meng.”
The night passed quietly.
In the morning, before leaving for work, Meng Peisheng asked Dr. Xu to check on her again to ensure she was okay, then felt at ease going for work.
When Sang Miao woke up, she didn’t know if it was early or late.
Her first reaction was to wonder how she ended up in her bed.
The allergic reaction had disappeared, and the dizziness was gone.
She vaguely remembered getting drunk the previous day, and then it occurred to her that Meng Peisheng must have carried her back.
She got up and walked toward the bathroom.
Her clothes were the same as yesterday, but the jewelry was already taken off, her hair was disheveled, and the makeup had been removed.
It must have been him, right?
After washing up, she went downstairs for breakfast.
Shao Ying saw her and informed her of what Meng Peisheng had done the previous night.
“Alcohol allergy, huh…”
Sang Miao muttered to herself, thinking about how she had such a low tolerance to alcohol.
After just a few sips, she would get dizzy.
Fortunately, they had caught it in time yesterday.
But, speaking of which, where was the wine?
She thought about asking Meng Peisheng, but then realized that he would have already taken care of everything, and there was no need for her to worry about it.
So, she let it go.
Because people had different routines, by the time Sang Miao entered the dining room, Meng Xici was almost done with his breakfast.
He glanced at him and asked casually, “Are you feeling alright?”
She looked up at him, puzzled.
How did you know?
Meng Xici was calm as always and replied,
“I saw my dad carry you back yesterday, called the doctor, and even fed you some medicine.”
Sang Miao: “?”
The other day, she had seen him looking so flustered on the second floor, but now he was speaking so casually?
Meng Xici continued, “At first, you wouldn’t take the medicine, he”
Sang Miao’s expression changed, and she quickly interrupted him, “It’s fine now, I’m okay.”
“Okay, okay, you’ve said enough for today!” she thought.
Meng Xici admitted that he was doing it on purpose, just to see how she would react.
But who could explain why this adult was always so composed?
Sang Miao didn’t message Meng Peisheng to ask about what had happened the night before.
Instead, she received a message from him.
Previously, their conversation had been brief and to the point.
He asked: 【Are you feeling better?】
She was surprised that he messaged her to check on her! It felt so much like something he would do, probably out of a sense of responsibility, since he had been the one to bring her home the previous night.
Sang Miao replied: 【I’m fine now, thank you.】
He responded quickly: 【Good. In the future, make sure to avoid alcohol.】
She replied with a simple “mmm” emoji.
In the morning, Yan Heng brought a stack of documents for Meng Peisheng to sign and waited nearby.
It was rare to see Meng Peisheng messaging someone during working hours, especially at such a busy time in the morning.
Usually, if he needed to contact someone, he would do so by phone.
Today, however, it was unusual to see him sending a few messages before signing the documents.
Was it a family matter?
Yan Heng maintained a polite and respectful demeanor but couldn’t help but feel curious.
As an assistant, he was trained to notice and remember any irregularities.
Meng Peisheng was usually a person who acted with great consistency, so it was odd to him that he was still concerned about Sang Miao, even after Dr. Xu confirmed she was fine and after giving her some instructions through Shao Ying the previous evening.
Meng Peisheng had just thought about it again and decided to check in once more, even though it was unnecessary.
After sending the message, he realized it was an extra, repetitive action, which was quite typical of his usual behavior.
After a brief exchange, Meng Peisheng placed his phone aside and focused more on his work.
With the holidays just a few days away, despite the bustle of people around the house, the atmosphere inside the villa was still festive.
The cleaning and decorating were all being handled by Shao Ying, leaving Sang Miao with little to do but think about how she was truly the owner of this place, even if she was just temporarily living there.
Recently, Shen Xingxia from the Star Core Gaming Studio had returned to the country and asked if she had any free time.
He seemed rather eager about it, but Sang Miao decided to meet him after the holiday.
Fortunately, Sang Miao had her car.
Though it was parked in the garage and looked rather extravagant, it was still a modest luxury for someone like her.
She had grown up in a wealthy family but had always preferred to stay low-key.
The car, which cost around a million, was not particularly eye-catching in the world of socialites.
When Meng Xici heard that she was going out in the afternoon, he was somewhat surprised.
He had gotten used to seeing her stay at home all the time.
Of course, he didn’t ask where she was going; he just noted the time she left.
Sang Miao didn’t call a driver.
Instead, she drove her car to the place Shen Xingxia had mentioned.
They had arranged to meet at a café located about 40 minutes away from the villa, which wasn’t too far in a big city like this.
The café was in a small neighborhood, surrounded by similar shops, and the street was relatively quiet.
When Sang Miao entered the shop, she noticed it had a retro and cozy feel, a place that seemed popular with the crowd.
It was spacious, but since it was so popular, many of the seats were taken, and a few people were still waiting to be seated.
She looked around for Shen Xingxia, spotting a young man sitting nearby, surrounded by several girls
who would glance at him and gossip quietly.
As she walked over, she realized why so many people were staring at him.
Objectively speaking, he had the looks of a typical idol-type figure, but he appeared much more youthful than she had imagined.
Based on their previous conversation, she thought he might be a more reserved and composed person, but the man in front of her was lively and had a bold air.
Perhaps it was true that one could not judge a book by its cover.
“Hello, are you Mr. Shen Xingxia?” she asked.
Shen Xingxia froze for a moment when he saw her and immediately stood up, extending his hand politely: “Hello, I am.”
After sitting down, they didn’t immediately dive into business.
Shen Xingxia looked her over subtly.
Truthfully, he was momentarily stunned when he saw her.
Her appearance was far more striking than many celebrities, but her aura…
It was entirely different from the style she portrayed in her work.
However, in the arts industry, it wasn’t uncommon for a person and their work to not align perfectly.
With a casual smile, Shen Xingxia said, “Let’s order something first.”
Sang Miao nodded, noticing that while they could use an app to order, there was still a long line at the counter.
She hadn’t noticed earlier, but now she saw that the tall man behind the counter looked quite familiar.
It was Jiang Jingxun, one of Meng Xici’s classmates.
Was he working here?
It seemed like this café was quite popular, and judging by the number of girls hanging around the counter, many of them were likely here to see him.
Shen Xingxia, noticing her curiosity about the counter, commented.
“Although this place is a little out of the way, it’s very popular with young people.
Their coffee and desserts are amazing.
The place gets a lot of attention online.”
He smiled casually.
“I come here often, so I made a reservation in advance, but today it’s packed.”
“Would you like to try their specialty drinks, or would you prefer something like espresso?”
He asked, pointing to the menu.
Sang Miao, noticing how his tone matched his demeanor, felt that his character fit perfectly with his appearance.
As they were chatting, Shen Xingxia noticed the café owner approaching them and greeted her warmly.
Ling Xi came over and smiled at him.
“Haven’t seen you in a while?”
Shen Xingxia replied, “Yes, I’ve been abroad recently.
Now that I’m back, I’m here to visit.”
However, when he noticed that Ling Xi’s attention was drawn to the person sitting across from him, he suddenly understood why.
Sang Miao smiled and said, “What a coincidence, is this your shop?”
Shen Xingxia was also surprised.
“So, do you know her?”
Ling Xi responded casually, “Yes, she’s the parent of one of my son’s classmates.”
She didn’t elaborate any further.
Shen Xingxia was momentarily confused, trying to piece the information together.
“A parent of one of your son’s classmates?
Is she… his sister? Wait, does a sister count as a parent?” he thought.