Hearing Leng Chuanjin's words, Xia Sanghuan also realized that this was not a good place to lose her temper.
She stood up and let him pull her upstairs.
Before leaving, she didn't forget to take the documents on the table.
The man led her back to her own room and kindly poured her a cup of hot water.
"Do you feel better now?"
She sat by the table and nodded slightly.
She took small sips of the water. For a moment, neither of them said a word.
It wasn't a good idea to keep this stalemate going. The man spoke first.
"Sorry. I've had too many things to deal with recently and didn't take your feelings into consideration."
He pinched the bridge of his nose and tried hard to think of words that wouldn't expose his secrets.
"I don't want to hear these polite words."
But Xia Sanghuan didn't buy it.
"Are you really not hiding anything from me?"
She looked up at him with bright eyes, as if she could see through any lie.
Thinking of the previous incident, his eyes dimmed for a moment, but it was only for an instant, and he quickly returned to normal.
"No."
He said calmly, meeting her gaze.
The two stared at each other. One was trying to detect something from the other, while the other was trying to disguise himself as much as possible.
"Okay."
The girl suddenly sighed, and her momentum subsided.
"It's okay if you explain it to me when you're ready."
She put the cup back on the table, seemingly not planning to pursue the matter anymore.
"So, are you really going back to the Fu family?"
"Of course."
She was silent for a while but still gave a definite answer.
"I've already promised Dad, and I also want to be with my family during the Chinese New Year."
He originally thought she was just angry with him and that's why she planned to go home.
However, that was not the case.
"...Okay."
He nodded and didn't say anything more.
"Then go to bed early."
After saying that, he opened the door and walked out.
After his back completely disappeared, she threw herself onto the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling.
Her mind was in a complete mess, but perhaps because she had been too tired recently, she soon fell asleep.
...
On the afternoon of the day she was going back to the Fu family, Xia Sanghuan was packing her suitcase in her room.
Actually, there wasn't much to take back. Most of it were the reference materials and documents she needed, as well as her laptop.
Her father had said that he would come to pick her up at six o'clock in the evening after finishing his work, so she wasn't in a hurry.
As she was sitting on the edge of the bed checking the items, she suddenly found a doll in the corner.
It was the one she had given to Leng Chuanjin.
After hugging it for a night last time, she hadn't found the time to return it.
No wonder she always felt like she had forgotten something.
She picked up the doll and stared blankly at its face.
Actually, it didn't look very much like Second Brother, but its serious expression always made her think of him.
She couldn't help but reach out her finger and poke the doll's face.
In the past few days, the two of them had started talking to each other as usual, but for some reason, she always felt that there was still a barrier between them.
Just as she was in a daze, someone knocked on the door.
"Miss Xia, Master Fu is here."
Wang Fu's voice came from outside the door.
"I'll come right away."
She stood up and bent down to pick up the suitcase.
She looked at the doll in her hand. After much hesitation, she took it out with her.
She would return it to Second Brother at the door later.
Thinking like this, she walked down the stairs.
Her father was sitting on the sofa, chatting with Leng Chuanjin about something.
Seeing her coming, Fu Zeming's face instantly filled with a smile.
"Huanhuan, is the suitcase heavy? Let Dad carry it."
He quickly stepped forward and took the suitcase from his daughter's hand as he spoke.
The girl knew she couldn't argue with her father, so she let him take the suitcase.
"Then I'll take Huanhuan back first."
"Thank you for taking care of her for our Fu family during this period, Chuanjin."
He reached out his hand to Leng Chuanjin and shook it.
"It's all my duty, Uncle Fu."
He smiled and then accompanied the butler to see them off all the way to the door. Just before leaving, Xia Sanghuan embarrassedly took out the doll from behind.
"Second Brother, here's your doll."
In an instant, everyone's eyes in the room were fixed on this unhappy-looking doll.
Even the maids who had been concentrating on cleaning all curiously craned their necks.
For a moment, the atmosphere fell into an awkward silence.
The girl felt the others' gazes and only then realized how inappropriate her action was.
Not to mention that the doll itself looked childish, and the word "return" she just used almost confirmed that it belonged to Second Brother.
Second Brother, a man in his twenties and the head of the world's top four families, actually had such a doll?
Wouldn't this be a laughingstock if it got out?
Not only Leng Chuanjin but also Xia Sanghuan blushed.
Wang Fu and Fu Zeming on the side tried their best to hold back their laughter to avoid hurting this adult man's self - esteem.
Leng Chuanjin coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment and whispered.
"You can keep it for now."
"Give it back to me when you come back."
Hearing his words, she quickly stuffed the doll into her bag.
"We're leaving."
Fu Zeming opened the door.
"Goodbye, Second Brother. Goodbye, Uncle Wang."
The girl also politely said goodbye to them.
Just as she was about to turn around, Leng Chuanjin suddenly stepped forward and put his arms around her.
She was instantly stunned and stood there motionless, not knowing what to do.
It was fortunate that Leng Wanqing was too lazy to come out to see her off. Otherwise, if she saw this scene, she would definitely pick a fight with her before she left.
This parting hug seemed to last for a century.
During this time, her mind was filled with fireworks, and she couldn't think at all.
Until the man whispered in her ear.
"Take good care of yourself."
Then he let go of her and took two steps back.
He looked calm, as if nothing had happened just now.
Well, this was exactly how he should look, wasn't it?
Only those with a guilty conscience would be shy.
She bit her lower lip and gave him a faint smile in return.
"Okay."
Then she followed her father out of the Leng family's house.
Even after getting into the car, she still stared blankly out of the window.
She was savoring that hug.
Because of the heating in winter, the man was only wearing a thin sweater.
He was very tall and could almost wrap her up completely.
Every time he hugged her, he always gave her an indescribable sense of security.
It was just that such opportunities were rare.