She doesn't feel secure.

  She leaned in very close, so close that her hair fell onto his face, and it was a bit itchy.

  Faint body fragrance and fragrant wine aroma blend, slowly seeping into Rong Qian's heart. Rong Qian lazily gazes at the drunk beauty.

  Has he gone crazy? Still having sex after drinking...

  What if he recorded her last sentence? Let her listen to it when she's sober, and see what she said before. She'll definitely be so embarrassed that she'll dig a hole and hide in it.

  She slightly turned her body, her dark eyes deep and mysterious, gazing at her face which was flushed red from drinking, yet still very lively, her heart slightly stirred.

  She is very beautiful. Not because of her particularly outstanding facial features, but the dynamic combination of her eyebrows and eyes mixed with her unique fresh and independent taste, plus a little bit of lovely worldly wisdom, makes her especially charming.

  "Mr. Rong, you can't really think that way?" murmuring to herself, Qiao Yunxue thought seriously about the possibility, her face slowly turning red. "Rong Qian, you have a bit of Liu Xiahui's temperament. Come on, let's drink!"

  Ryūge Hō!

  Is this praise or irony? Rong Qian's calm face twitched slightly. His hand moved, knocking over the chopsticks.

  She bent down to pick up the chopsticks as if nothing had happened, put them back casually, and when she lifted her head, her gaze fell on Qiao Yunxue's side profile. Rong Qian's eyes suddenly froze for a moment.

  His deep gaze stopped at her hands.

  Her eyes were misty like intoxication, but her hands clenched into fists, tightly grasping, with fingertips pinching the center of her palm.

  She wasn't drunk. She said the house was shaking just to mislead his thoughts.

  She's pretending to be drunk.

  Why is she pretending to be drunk? And asking him such sensitive questions?

  His dark eyes narrowed slightly, and his humble gaze swept over her lively eyes, understanding.

  Under Qiao Yunxue's calm exterior, not only did she harbor Luo Shaofeng and Su Qinglan's concerns, but also her own. Every day in front of him, she was always carefree and innocent-looking, shouting about everything having to be fair, yet petty and clever, so naive and lovely that people forgot she was already a 28-year-old woman who had experienced heartbreak.

  Actually, that wasn't the real Qiao Yunxue.

  She had more thoughts deeply buried in her heart, which she didn't express. Perhaps in her mind, she was always wondering why he married her suddenly, and also wondering why he was willing to sleep with her on the same bed but never made a move on her.

  So she got drunk on purpose to probe his views on married life. Perhaps, she wanted to know more from him than just that. What a clever woman, what a complicated woman.

  She lacks a sense of security. Luo Shaofeng made her lose her sense of security, and he Rongqian didn't have time to give her a sense of security yet.

  "Come, Yunxue, sit down properly, let's have something to eat." With a gentle expression, he quietly grasped her hand, forcing her to loosen her grip. Indeed, her palm was wet, and under the 22-degree air conditioning, she had broken out in a cold sweat.

  In the center of his palm, she scratched out a deep crescent moon with her fingernail.

  Never seen such an overbearing woman...

  A movement in his heart, without piercing her disguise. Rong Qian got up and pressed the bell.

  Before long, a waiter came over: "Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

  "Hangover medicine. Or a sobering soup." Yuriko said calmly.

  "We'll get ready right away." The waiter backed out.

  Qiao Yunxue struggled free from his grasp and blurted out a refusal: "Rong Qian, I don't want those..."

  "It's settled." Rong Qian calmly picked up the chopsticks on the table and gently placed them in her palm, "Since you're here to celebrate with me, of course you have to listen to me. If you don't eat happily tonight, Yunxue won't be allowed to go home."