Gently bite the jasmine

Chapter 139 Baby, Cry It Out

The lanterns are brightly colored, made of fine silk fabric that looks delicate and exquisite. The edges are secured with gold thread, and silk tassels hang from the bottom.

The frame was made of light mahogany. Lin Xi took it and gently moved her fingers, causing the lantern to rotate and the tassels to sway.

Duan Yiheng said, "The yard is too big, and the workers are still setting it up, so I just grabbed one for you."

"Thank you." Lin Xi was very pleased, but she restrained herself from saying it aloud.

"What do you want to say to me?" Duan Yiheng asked.

Lin Xi told Duan Mingxuan that he was going to be Duan Zheng's assistant, but Duan Yiheng didn't care at all: "It's fine, let him do his job."

This wasn't the place to talk, so the two parted ways and returned to the living room.

Chen Baiwei's gaze fell on Lin Xi, and she gave a pretentious laugh: "I wonder how things are going between Xiao Xi and Professor Zhou?"

Lin Xi smiled and said, "Professor Zhou is very good. I am not good enough for him."

“This…” Chen Baiwei glanced at the old man, “Wasn’t your grandfather quite satisfied before?”

The old man glanced at Chen Baiwei and said, "If Xiaoxi doesn't like it, then forget it."

Chen Baiwei frowned slightly; she had noticed that Duan Mingxuan was acting very strangely lately.

"I ran into Mrs. Xia the other day. Her youngest daughter graduated from the same school abroad as Mingxuan—"

"Mom, don't even think about it." Duan Mingxuan showed no respect for Chen Baiwei. "I have someone I like."

With that one sentence, the entire living room fell silent.

Duan Zheng looked at him curiously: "Who is it? Didn't you just break up?"

Duan Mingxuan looked at Lin Xi, but Lin Xi pretended not to know.

Duan Yiheng's eyes revealed a mocking expression.

Chen Baiwei's heart skipped a beat, and she began to suspect something. She tentatively asked Duan Mingxuan, "Who is it? I've never heard you mention it before."

Duan Mingxuan: "You'll find out when the time comes."

Everyone had their own thoughts, but the old man spoke up: "If you like her, then pursue her properly."

Duan Mingxuan excitedly hummed in agreement, and Lin Xi subconsciously clenched her hands.

Duan Yiheng's gaze met the old man's in mid-air, then looked away for a moment.

The maid then came over and said that dinner was ready.

Lin Xi was flanked by Duan Mingxuan and Duan Yiheng, sitting between them.

Duan Mingxuan was very attentive during the meal, putting this and that on Lin Xi's plate, while Duan Yiheng remained calm and served Lin Xi a bowl of soup.

Lin Xi showed no expression in front of the old man, only thanking him. She didn't touch the food Duan Mingxuan served or the soup Duan Yiheng poured.

After finishing the meal, Lin Xi's back was covered in sweat.

With nothing to do in the afternoon, Chen Baiwei made plans to play mahjong, while Duan Yiheng and the old man spent two or three hours in the chess and card room before going to the pond to feed the fish.

Lin Xi slept all afternoon, and it was Sister Mei who woke her up, saying it was evening and dinner would be served soon.

Lin Xi: "..."

She's not hungry.

But this is New Year's Eve dinner, so we have to eat it whether we want to or not.

Lin Xi felt a little dizzy, so she washed up and tidied herself up before rushing back to the North Courtyard.

The old man was in a good mood that evening and specially had some white wine and red wine brought to him.

Lin Xi and Duan Mingxuan drank red wine, while Duan Zheng and Duan Yiheng drank white wine with the old man.

However, the old man's health was not suitable for drinking, so he only had a small drink.

Duan Yiheng didn't drink much either. Only Lin Xi drank silently at the table. Before he knew it, he had drunk too much, and in the end, there was only one result: he got drunk.

Chen Baiwei frowned in disgust. This was so improper; they didn't even consider the calendar.

A little wine is good for the soul, and she even got drunk.

The old man said nothing, but raised his hand to Duan Mingxuan: "Take Xiaoxi back to rest."

Duan Mingxuan patted Lin Xi on the back: "Little Xi? Shall I carry you back to rest?"

Lin Xi raised her hand to block him: "Who are you?"

"I am Duan Mingxuan." Duan Mingxuan reached out his hand to her again. "Be good, I'll take you back to rest."

"I don't want you." Lin Xi waved her hand again, knocking over a wine glass.

Chen Baiwei suddenly stood up, followed closely by Duan Yiheng, whose casual glance made her dare not move again.

Without saying a word, Duan Yiheng pulled Lin Xi's arm and scooped her up in his arms.

The old man frowned.

Duan Mingxuan turned around and followed him out.

Duan Yiheng stopped abruptly at the courtyard gate and said to Duan Mingxuan, who had caught up with him, "You don't need to follow."

He wasn't so depraved as to do anything to Lin Xi at home.

Duan Mingxuan: "I'm just worried."

Duan Yiheng: "With Sister Mei around, why would we expect you to take care of her?"

Duan Mingxuan: "I'll just take a look and leave."

Duan Yiheng scoffed, then suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Duan Mingxuan looked at him, puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Duan Yiheng looked down and saw Lin Xi crying, looking aggrieved and heartbroken, silent and helpless.

His sweater was completely soaked, the sweater had seeped through his shirt and seeped into his skin, and the chill ran through his chest, making Duan Yiheng feel unbearably distressed.

"What did you do to her?" Duan Mingxuan panicked when he saw Lin Xi's tears.

"Get out of my way." Duan Yiheng gave Duan Mingxuan a cold look, then strode away carrying Lin Xi.

Duan Mingxuan was stunned by his fierce and cold gaze. When he came to his senses, he found that he had fallen far behind.

When he caught up with them again, the door to the west building was already closed, and no matter how much he shouted, no one came to open it.

Duan Yiheng carried Lin Xi upstairs. Sister Mei wanted to follow, but he stopped her at the door.

The fleeting glint of tears in Lin Xi's eyes made her heart leap into her throat.

Sigh, what a year it has been.

Duan Yiheng held her in his arms, carefully wiped away her tears, and gently coaxed, "Baby, cry it out."

Lin Xi looked like an abandoned kitten, her weak cries tugging at people's hearts.

She had been suppressing her emotions ever since the suggestion to go to Manor No. 1 in the North District was made.

She shouldn't have lost her composure like this tonight, but she couldn't help herself and accidentally drank too much.

Emotions burst forth like a raging river, washing away everything.

Even when she was drunk, she still didn't dare to cry out loud.

Exhausted from crying, she nestled in Duan Yiheng's arms, sobbing uncontrollably. The alcohol taking effect left her utterly exhausted, and she drifted off to sleep.

Duan Yiheng put her on the bed, went to the bathroom to get a towel, wet it with warm water, and then came to the bedside to wipe her hands and face.

After sitting for a long, long time, Duan Yiheng raised his hand and touched the small lantern that she had placed on the bedside table, then left Lin Xi's room.

Little did he know that when he came out, Sister Mei was still waiting outside the door.

Duan Yiheng waved his hand: "Go to sleep. She's fine. She just had a couple more drinks."

Mei Jie had no choice but to leave, but she still had to go to pay New Year's respects to the old man the next morning, so she got up early to wake Lin Xi.

Lin Xi washed away the smell of alcohol and had a vague memory of last night, only remembering that she had cried.

She pounded her head, annoyed at her loss of control last night.

A familiar knock came at the door. She recognized the voice as Sister Mei's. She was taken aback when Sister Mei called her in. Duan Yiheng was behind Sister Mei.

He walked over, touched her head, and asked with concern, "Does your head hurt?"

Lin Xi shook his head.

"Change your clothes and go to the North Courtyard to pay New Year's visits," Duan Yiheng said. "After the visits, I'll take you out."

"Go out?" Lin Xi looked at him. "Where to?"

Duan Yiheng: "You should get dressed first. You'll know when you get there."