Wang Wanrou's nagging in his ear made him feel on the verge of losing control.
"Old Zhang!" he reprimanded.
"Miss Wang, why don't you get out of the car first? Young Master is in such a state, it's difficult for him to get out on his own. Could you help him?" Old Zhang struggled internally for a long time before turning to persuade Wang Wanrou.
"What are you looking at!" Wang Wanrou clutched her chest and screamed loudly. This person was truly not as sensible as that surnamed Zhou.
If Qin Ningyi hadn't trusted Old Zhang more, she would have paid more to have Old Zhou handle this. Anyway, it was under Su Nian Zhu's name, so Old Zhou wouldn't lose anything. If he were here, they would have already entered the hotel!
Old Zhang wished he didn't have these eyes. What had he seen? She had actually unbuttoned her clothes in the car without any cover!
At this moment, Old Zhang had chosen his direction. This person was not as ignorant and pure as Madam had said.
He opened the door and got out, helping Qin Ningyi out of the car. While Wang Wanrou was still buttoning herself up, they got into a taxi and sped away.
Qin Ningyi gasped for air. He knew that Old Zhang would eventually stand by his side.
"Where to, Mr. Qin." After this incident, he had to take a stance. Although Miss Huo didn't have such a prominent family background or refined hobbies, he felt that Miss Huo was simply better than Wang Wanrou.
"To 'Sour Sweet Bitter Spicy'," Qin Ningyi said to the taxi driver, gasping.
Soon, Old Zhang helped him find Zhao Hengyu.
"What happened? Drunk?" Zhao Hengyu was puzzled when the receptionist said Qin Ningyi had arrived, wondering why he was here at this hour when they were about to close.
"Take me to the room." Qin Ningyi said hoarsely, not saying much more.
Zhao Hengyu heard something was wrong with him and quickly helped him inside.
"What's going on?" he asked, pushing the door open and helping Qin Ningyi inside.
"I was set up." Qin Ningyi's eyes were already a little unfocused. He tugged at his collar and shook his head, looking towards the bathroom. "Help me in, get some ice, and find a doctor."
He concisely stated his needs. Zhao Hengyu helped him into the bathroom.
The bathroom had a similar style to the hotel. As soon as Qin Ningyi walked in, the pristine white bathroom felt very familiar.
He tugged at his collar again, and the back of Huo Rou appeared before him, her black hair reaching her waist.
"Rou'er." he murmured.
Zhao Hengyu threw him into the bathroom and turned on the cold water as he instructed.
The autumn weather was already cold, and the night water was bone-chilling. This sudden shock sobered Qin Ningyi up for a moment.
"You go out first."
Zhao Hengyu went out and found the phone that Qin Ningyi had casually thrown onto the cabinet. Since Old Qin was now mentioning Huo Rou's name, he decided to help him.
Zhao Hengyu took the phone into the bathroom and used Qin Ningyi's finger to unlock it.
"What are you doing?"
"Finding a doctor, I don't have a number," Zhao Hengyu decided to give him a surprise.
He went out and looked through the contacts, but he couldn't find Huo Rou's name.
He refused to believe it and flipped through again. He didn't even find the name "Rou'er."
"No way, Old Qin doesn't even have her number, and he boasted about already being together?" Zhao Hengyu smirked disdainfully.
His gaze swept over "Little Calico Cat" in the contacts.
Who was this?
He checked the text messages and yikes! It made him shiver.
"Little Calico Cat, are you shy?" he clicked his tongue. "Old Qin is so repressed!"
He muttered to himself, "This must be Huo Rou."
Unfortunately, he dialed several times, but it was turned off.
"Old Qin, I can't help you," he said, shrugging helplessly towards the bathroom door.
In Qin Ningyi's mind, Huo Rou's image became clearer and clearer: a slender back, hair reaching her waist.
He must truly love her, to have her only in his mind.
Qin Ningyi rubbed his head and suddenly fell into the water.
Splash, splash, splash.
The sound of water overflowing.
"Knock, knock, knock—"
Zhao Hengyu knocked on the door from the outside. "Old Qin, are you okay? The Ren family is here, and something seems to be wrong. I'm going out to handle it. Don't drown yourself..."
Qin Ningyi didn't hear what he said. The sound of the door closing echoed, and a memory in his mind became increasingly clear.
The memory from that year, what happened after he entered the room.
The wind was strong that day, and it was cold outside.
His veins bulging hand slowly pushed open the door, a floor of water, and scattered rose petals...
Sensing someone inside, he sobered up for a second.
The girl was facing away from him, hurting herself, little red dots blooming on her arm.
The effects of the medicine drove him closer.
Drip, drip, drip—
Water overflowed from the bathtub.
"Who?" Her clear voice was nothing like her usual soft tone.
She turned around, holding a dagger, the ferocity in her eyes undisguised.
Upon seeing that it was him, her eyes froze for a moment before turning into complete trust and security.
She smiled, and the dagger in her hand fell powerlessly. Tears fell from her eyes as if she had found her support.
"Brother."
She called him that.
Revisiting it, and thinking about the change in her eyes, her certainty that he wouldn't hurt her... Huo Rou clearly knew him!
Their eyes met, her eyes possessed a fatal allure.
He didn't know if his mind was being charmed by something.
He pushed aside the wet mist.
The dagger was by her hand. She had never picked it up from the beginning.
He leaned down and vaguely saw a thin layer of something on her face.
But at that time, he couldn't bother with such things.
Huo Rou's palm had a thin callus, yet it was as soft and boneless as he had never touched.
As that thin callus touched him, it made him let out a groan.
"Old Qin, what are you doing?!" Zhao Hengyu, having just sent away the Ren family, returned and exclaimed in surprise at the door as if hearing explosive news.
Amidst this boisterous shout, Qin Ningyi's eyes were clear. He lowered his head, looking at his hand submerged in cold water, a look of disbelief flashing in his eyes.
He must have gone mad.
Amidst the sound of water, Qin Ningyi pursed his lips and let his thoughts return to the fierce wind that night. He truly missed her.
The wind blew fiercely. The little cat shrunk its shoulders, and its voice began to falter.
He gently stroked the uneasy little cat in the whistling wind.
Yu Chang City seemed to have never experienced such a violent wind, Qin Ningyi thought.
The night deepened, and the raindrops in the wind, along with the mist on the window, slowly slid down through the gaps. The raging wind finally calmed down after a whole night.
He could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion.
A bathtub full of water, and his longing spread.
Qin Ningyi exhaled, opened his eyes, and stared blankly down at himself.
He missed her.
Very much...