Qin Youyou put down the phone and spread out the docunts she had crumpled up.
Tonight, Leng Shaoqing has a dinner with a business partner, and as his assistant and translator, she must accompany him throughout the event.
Qin Youyou opened her suitcase and took out a small bottle of dicine. On this business trip with Leng Shaoqing, she certainly didn’t co unprepared. It was a hard-earned opportunity for her, and she must not let it go to waste.
Clutching the small bottle in her hand, Qin Youyou looked at her reflection in the mirror and displayed a confident smile: Ye Rui, just wait, your man will soon be mine.
The business partner Leng Shaoqing was negotiating with held a first-class economic status in Portugal. The successful completion of this cooperation would pave the way for Leng’s expansion in Portugal.
The host’s hospitality was very thoughtful. During the dinner, everyone was drinking from cup to cup and chatting rrily. Leng Shaoqing drank a bit too much, his ears already red. He had so tolerance for alcohol, but could not withstand the successive toasting from others.
It wasn’t until the end of the dinner that Leng Shaoqing sat for a while longer in his seat, smoking a couple of cigarettes.
As he got up, his step faltered.
"Mr. Leng." Qin Youyou quickly steadied him, "There’s a eting early tomorrow morning. I’ve had the hotel prepare hangover soup. Drinking it will make you feel better, and you won’t have a headache when you wake up after a sleep."
Leng Shaoqing glanced at her, then sat down with the support of a chair and massaged his temples.
"I’ll go hurry them along." Qin Youyou left the room, and happened to see a waiter carrying the hangover soup. She tipped the waiter and then took the soup from him.
At the door, Qin Youyou looked around to make sure no one was watching her. Then she quickly took out the small dicine bottle from her pocket, poured a pill into the soup, and after seeing the pill dissolve, she entered the room with light steps.
Leng Shaoqing seed to have fallen asleep, his cheeks even paler from drinking.
His slender, fair hand rested on the back of the chair, and his enticingly angular face was partially lowered.
Qin Youyou placed the soup in front of him, moved behind Leng Shaoqing, and gently placed a hand on his temple. Feeling the man tense up slightly under her fingers, she boldly began to massage his temples because of his apparent lack of resistance likely due to too much alcohol.
After massaging his acupoints, head, and shoulders, she asked, "Mr. Leng, does it feel better now?"
"Thank you," Leng Shaoqing responded with his usual indifferent tone, his eyes half-closed.
"The soup should be cool enough now. Drink it, and your stomach will feel better," Qin Youyou carefully held out the soup bowl to him, "The waiter said that this hangover soup is very effective."
Leng Shaoqing finally opened his eyes to look at her, beneath the captivating charm of those blossom-like eyes lay a coldness as if he could see through everything. This gaze made Qin Youyou sowhat nervous, but she still managed to maintain calm and tender eye contact.
Leng Shaoqing slightly opened his mouth.
Upon seeing this, Qin Youyou was overjoyed and bent down to start feeding him the soup, one spoonful at a ti.
Leng Shaoqing was really too lazy to move now. After drinking the soup, he closed his eyes again in the chair. Qin Youyou didn’t rush, just waiting quietly by his side.
"Mr. Leng, it’s chilly here, let take you back to your room to rest."
After closing his eyes for a while and feeling sowhat restless, as the chair indeed was not comfortable, Leng Shaoqing humd a response and opened his eyes. He wasn’t so drunk as to need soone to help him walk.
Still, Qin Youyou wasn’t reassured and followed him back to the penthouse presidential suite.
"Mr. Leng, please get so rest." Qin Youyou helped him swipe the card to open the door.
But as Leng Shaoqing glanced over unintentionally, he found it sowhat difficult to look away.
Qin Youyou was wearing a light purple dress today, revealing slender calves.
"Do you also like light purple?" He suddenly asked an off-topic question, which took Qin Youyou by surprise.
However, she reacted quickly, imdiately smiling and responding: "Purple is the color of lavender, and I’ve always loved this shade of light purple. It’s elegant, mysterious, and romantic."
A touch of gentleness seed to appear in Leng Shaoqing’s eyes.
Qin Youyou: "Mr. Leng, I’ll head back now. Please rest early."
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