Xia Wanfu snorted lightly, her heart involuntarily sour, but she still said nothing.
It was all before she was with him, best not to mention it, lest it only make her feel more suffocated.
Jiang Zexi held her, coaxing her softly, "Wife, I was wrong..."
"I'm not blaming you." Xia Wanfu nestled in his arms, her gaze gentle, truly not angry.
At this moment, a female server approached Ling Yuchen and Gong Zhijing, saying, "Young Master Ling, Miss Gong, the baby's full moon banquet is about to begin."
The guests in the banquet hall were already gradually heading downstairs.
The few of them got up one after another. Gong Zhijing said to them, "I'll go down first."
Wen Xuanyuan waved her hand, "Hurry up, don't mind us."
Gong Zhijing nodded with a shallow smile, then turned and left with Ling Yuchen.
Downstairs, the guests were seated, the atmosphere was lively, and the tables were laden with delicious food.
To celebrate his daughter's full moon banquet, Ling Yuchen spared no expense.
He bought a diamond worth two billion for his daughter, named the Star of Hope.
It was the only one of its kind in the world.
For a moment, it made countless people envious.
Two billion was no small sum; it was indeed the top conglomerate, with immense financial strength.
In addition, he spent double the price to buy a diamond necklace called Tears of the Ocean for Gong Zhijing.
To thank her for the hardship of pregnancy and childbirth.
What was even more envied was that Old Master Ling gave Gong Zhijing all the antiques he had cherished his entire life.
These were priceless treasures.
Everyone knew that Old Master Ling's greatest love in his life was collecting antiques, and he possessed countless valuable antiques.
Even one item casually taken out would be enough for an ordinary person to live on for a lifetime.
The food at the banquet today had also been meticulously prepared, modeled after a Manchu-Han Imperial Feast.
The tables were large, long tables, with a hundred and eight dishes per table, making the occasion extremely grand and lavish.
For a time, guests and hosts alike enjoyed themselves, basking in immense glory, undoubtedly the grandest full moon banquet.
Meanwhile, on the hotel rooftop.
Situ Jun raised a bottle and drank directly from it, his cheeks flushed, his eyes hazy, clearly already tipsy.
He cried and laughed, hugging the wine bottle and saying, "This is so much fun! Haha, I haven't felt this comfortable in a long time."
Because his sister's death was dishonorable, he felt sad, but he couldn't confide in anyone.
He didn't dare to show it at home, for fear of causing his family further grief.
He had been suppressing his feelings, forcing himself to grow up, to converse and handle business like an adult at the company; he lived a very, very tiring life.
Because she was close friends with Situ Jing, Su Yinwan had always treated Situ Jun like a younger brother.
Seeing him so heartbroken, she couldn't help but feel distressed. She immediately hugged him, softly comforting him, "It's alright, don't be sad anymore, it will all pass."
She had only two friends in the country, one of whom was Situ Jing. Her close friend's sudden death was also a heavy blow to her.
Due to the accidental death of her parents, she had been withdrawn for a long time. It was during this period that she lost contact with Situ Jing, only to discover it was a permanent separation.
Situ Jun held her tightly, just as he used to hug his sister when he was sad. Slightly tipsy, he had no ulterior motives, only wanting comfort.
However, Su Yinwan felt a little uncomfortable. Situ Jun was a grown man. Although she regarded him as a brother, such an intimate action still made her heart race and her face flush.
The masculine pheromones washed over her, clean and unique.
Su Yinwan found it a bit overwhelming, but the person hugging her was sobbing, so she couldn't push him away.
She held Situ Jun rigidly, gently comforting him.
After an unknown amount of time, Situ Jun gradually stopped moving. Listening to the even, long breaths by her ear, it seemed he had fallen asleep.
Su Yinwan softly called out, "Situ Jun? Are you asleep?"
Situ Jun showed no reaction.
She gently pushed him, still no reaction, as if he were fast asleep.
Su Yinwan helplessly tried to push him away, but Situ Jun tightly gripped her clothes.
Not only could she not push him away, but she also lost her balance, and they both fell to the ground.
She landed on top of Situ Jun, in an extremely intimate pose, pressed against his chest, even able to feel his heartbeat.
Su Yinwan's heart began to race, her cheeks burning intensely.
Panicked, she got up from him, feeling utterly uncomfortable. This strange sensation made her dare not look directly at Situ Jun.
But Situ Jun was completely unconscious from drunkenness, and she couldn't just leave him there.
Patting her flushed cheeks, Su Yinwan muttered, "This is crazy, I'm actually reacting to Situ Jun. It must be because I've been single for too long, it has to be..."
The wind on the rooftop was strong, blowing with a whoosh, lifting Su Yinwan's long hair, making her look even more alluring as it fluttered.
She took out a pack of feminine cigarettes from her bag, lit one, and placed it between her lips.
Cigarette, red lips, wisps of smoke.
Her voluptuous figure, leaning against the railing, was striking.
Flicking her long hair back, she held the cigarette in one hand, expertly flicked off the ash, and, through the hazy smoke, she looked at Situ Jun.
In her memory, Situ Jun was still seventeen, with a carefree and unrestrained smile.
But seeing him again today, he was completely different from her memory.
Time truly refined a person, transforming a boy into a man.
And she had transformed from a mess into an even bigger mess.
As the cigarette burned out, her heart calmed down. She dropped the butt on the ground and stepped on it to extinguish it.
Su Yinwan walked towards Situ Jun, patted his face, trying to wake him, but the man was completely unconscious, with tears still lingering at the corners of his eyes.
She smiled helplessly, kicked off her high heels, took a deep breath, and hoisted Situ Jun onto her shoulder.
A man over five foot ten, weighing around 160-170 pounds, but she carried him away without any difficulty.
Trained since childhood in various combat disciplines, Su Yinwan was a strangely strong girl.
The entire hotel had been booked by the Ling family, and all the accommodations were open for guests to rest.
At this moment, everyone was upstairs enjoying the banquet. Su Yinwan, carrying Situ Jun, casually opened a room and threw him onto the bed.
Situ Jun showed no signs of waking up despite the bumpy journey, continuing to sleep soundly on the bed.
Su Yinwan casually pulled a quilt over him and then left the room.
Then, she went up to the top floor alone and put on her high heels again.
She had intended to leave immediately, but a casual glance revealed several bottles of wine left on the ground.
A sudden feeling of frustration washed over her, and on a whim, she walked over, picked up a wine bottle, and took several large gulps.
As she drank, she inexplicably became addicted.
The death of her best friend, the death of her parents.
Having been alone abroad for so many years, a strong sense of grievance erupted within her.
Alcohol could amplify a person's desires, their grievances, and when amplified, they could be released.
Gradually, she lost consciousness, and in a semi-drunken, semi-awake state, she stumbled downstairs...