"In such a hurry? Is Lan Sheng still angry? Are you rushing back to comfort him?" Rong Xiu asked unhurriedly as he scooped up a spoonful of yam and lotus seed porridge. The delicate and smooth taste of the porridge lingered on his tongue as Rong Xiu secretly gripped the spoon handle tightly. So warm.
"No, Lan Sheng isn't angry. He even told me to take good care of you. It's just that it's getting late, and your fever has gone down. It would be unnecessary for me to stay any longer," Fan Xia said as she stood up, removing the apron from her waist. She wore a simple navy blue shirt that accentuated her flawless, painting-like skin, so white it dazzled the eyes.
Not angry? Rong Xiu's fingers tapped the kitchen island absentmindedly. This was somewhat unexpected - Wen Lan Sheng's eyes were practically shooting fire during the video call earlier.
But if he wanted to act all virtuous and generous in front of Fan Xia, Rong Xiu would oblige him.
"How could you be unnecessary? I need you right now," Rong Xiu said softly as he set down the porcelain spoon. His long, narrow eyes had lost their usual sharpness and shrewdness due to illness.
He pulled up some files on his phone and showed them to Fan Xia.
"My dear sister actually wants to sell her remaining shares, along with the 5% our father holds, to the Newman Group. She's trying to kick me out of the chairman position through acquisition by a competing company."
Fan Xia's beautiful brows furrowed slightly as she looked at the private chat records between Rong Yan and the Newman company on the phone.
Rong Xiu held 30% of Shanhai Group's shares, which was extremely rare for a listed company. It gave him absolute authority and an unshakeable position. Rong Yan must have lost her mind to attempt this power grab.
"Not to mention that Newman Group's forced acquisition plan has a minuscule chance of success, even if they forcefully implement the plan, we can use poison pill strategies or reverse defense as countermeasures. But the best solution is still to resolve this peacefully," Fan Xia said after some consideration.
"I think so too," Rong Xiu nodded. The messy bangs on his forehead fell over his upturned eyes, giving him an air of careless languor mixed with a hint of weariness. "Although I don't like her, I don't want to waste time on someone like her either."
"Then let's buy out the shares in her hands," Fan Xia sat back down.
Rong Xiu's eyes swept over Fan Xia as she sat back down beside him, a barely noticeable smile appearing in his cold eyes.
"Let's eat while we talk," he said, placing the previously neglected bowl of porridge back in front of her. His voice was deep and hoarse, like a cello string scraping against one's heart.
Fan Xia hesitated for a moment before accepting the porcelain spoon he handed her.
This discussion went on until eleven at night. The moon had unknowingly climbed up from behind the mountains and now hung high in the pitch-black sky. As the night deepened, all sounds softened, except for the gentle lapping of waves against the rocks in the distance. The soft moonlight streamed through the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, falling on her calm and gentle profile.
"Alright then, I'll handle persuading Miss Rong Yan," Fan Xia said, checking the time and finalizing the last details of their plan.
"Good," Rong Xiu nodded, the corners of his lips curling in a faint smile.
"Oh, before I go, take this," Fan Xia said with a smile, pushing the medicine left by the private doctor towards him.
"..." Rong Xiu remained silent.
Seeing the usually cold and expressionless eyes of the chairman of the country's largest private medical group showing clear resistance, Fan Xia chuckled softly, "This is the last dose for today. I can leave with peace of mind once you take it."
Rong Xiu's thick eyelashes trembled slightly, feeling as if something had struck hard at his heart. "...Alright."
Under Fan Xia's watchful gaze, Rong Xiu took the water she offered and swallowed the pill whole. An indescribable bitterness flowed down his throat. He looked up, his eyes slightly moist from the bitter taste, quietly gazing at her.
Just like a little dog waiting for its owner's praise, Fan Xia thought rebelliously.
She quickly dismissed the thought from her mind and stood up, saying, "I'll be going then. See you tomorrow."
Rong Xiu lowered his eyes, a hint of inexplicable disappointment showing in his calm expression. "...See you tomorrow."
It was eleven o'clock.
Wen Lan Sheng tossed and turned in bed. He had thought that after sending that string of messages to Fan Xia, she would rush back as soon as possible. But things didn't develop as he had imagined.
It must be Rong Xiu, putting on an act and using every trick to keep her from leaving.
Otherwise, she would be lying beside him on his pillow by now.
But he couldn't call again to ask. If he asked too often, not only would Fan Xia find him annoying, but that little bitch Rong Xiu would surely fan the flames, saying he was too domineering and controlling.
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