If it weren't for his bad advice, I wouldn't have harbored lustful thoughts towards Bai Rongrong, nor would I have fallen into this predicament. "Get out of here immediately," Lu Qichen said, as Bai Rongrong in his arms became increasingly uncontrollable, and he had no mood to pursue Director Zhang's responsibility at this time. Watching Director Zhang scurry away, Lu Qichen, with a cold expression, picked up Bai Rongrong horizontally and took her to the nearest hotel, where the doctor was already waiting in the room. "How is she?" Lu Qichen asked. He didn't believe what Director Zhang said about there being no antidote for the drug. Bai Rongrong, lying on the bed with a flushed face, still maintained a trace of consciousness and accurately pounced on Lu Qichen. Although Bai Rongrong had taken the initiative last night, she still put on a bit of an air as a big star, but tonight's Bai Rongrong made the doctor beside her blush and eventually turned his face away silently. "Qichen, help me, I really can't stand it..." Lu Qichen, however, remained unmoved, locking Bai Rongrong in the room, lighting a cigarette, and then asked the doctor, "Is there really no way?" The doctor secretly admired Lu Qichen's self-control, "Mr. Lu, this drug is very potent, the only way... is to let her soak in ice water for two hours, but it's so cold today, and Miss Bai has a cold constitution, she might..." Before he could finish, Lu Qichen had already called the front desk, "Send up two buckets of ice cubes."

To prevent Bai Rongrong from moving around, Lu Qichen unplugged the phone cord and tied her up. The cold water had sobered Bai Rongrong up considerably. Seeing that Lu Qichen would rather use such methods than touch her, she pleaded pitifully, 'Qichen, let me go, I really can't take it anymore...' 'No, I'm doing this for your own good,' Lu Qichen said decisively. No matter how Bai Rongrong begged, Lu Qichen remained unmoved. At first, Bai Rongrong pleaded with him, but eventually, she started cursing loudly, calling him useless, saying he wasn't capable, using whatever harsh words she could think of. The doctor beside them watched with trepidation, clearly seeing Lu Qichen's complexion growing increasingly darker. As time ticked by, Bai Rongrong realized that making a scene was futile, so she finally calmed down. He instructed the doctor to come forward and check, and after confirming that she was unharmed, he sent the doctor away. Seeing Bai Rongrong, pale and shivering under the covers, Lu Qichen sighed and ordered the kitchen to bring up a bowl of ginger soup, 'Drink it, and after you've finished, have a good sleep. When you wake up tomorrow, everything will be fine.' Bai Rongrong suddenly lifted her face, her expression filled with humiliation, 'Lu Qichen, what exactly do you mean?'

She had experienced this feeling before during filming, smiling through the pain in a short skirt in sub-zero temperatures, but today was different. Why did he have to torment himself when he could have found an easier way? The more Bai Rongrong thought about it, the more frustrated she became, blaming all of this on the unfamiliar Mrs. Lu. With this thought in mind, Bai Rongrong's expression twisted even more. She flung the bowl of ginger soup from Lu Qichen's hand and cursed, 'We are a couple, and I've tolerated your not touching me over the years, and I've tolerated you marrying someone else to put your grandfather at ease, but what have I gotten in return? Lu Qichen, you really disappoint me.' Lu Qichen didn't speak; if the ginger soup spilled, he would just brew another bowl. Bai Rongrong looked at the ginger soup Lu Qichen handed her again and heard him say, 'Your body is your own, drink it quickly.' Bai Rongrong went crazy all at once, 'Stop pretending here, Lu Qichen. There are plenty of people who care about me, I don't lack you. What I want is a boyfriend. Give me a straight answer today, do you love me or not?' 'Rongrong, let's talk about this when you calm down. I'm leaving first, you rest well,' Lu Qichen avoided Bai Rongrong's question, 'And don't forget to drink the ginger soup.'

Bai Rongrong lost her temper, based on the assumption that Lu Qichen liked her, knowing full well that he wouldn't be driven away by quarrels or scolding. But when she realized that Lu Qichen had resolutely turned and walked away, she panicked. Ignoring her own weak body, Bai Rongrong threw off the blanket covering her and hugged Lu Qichen from behind. Tightly, as if letting go would make him disappear. She pressed her burning cheek against Lu Qichen's back, incessantly apologizing, 'Qichen, I'm sorry, I'm just feeling upset inside, I didn't mean to lose my temper with you.' 'Do you know? I'm really scared, things are different now, you've married another woman, you see her day and night, I'm afraid that one day you might fall in love with someone else, so I urgently want to be with you, I know I'm being a bit hasty, but isn't this understandable?' 'Qichen, tell me, you won't fall in love with someone else, right?' She hugged Lu Qichen's waist tightly, unable to see his expression, but she could feel that his body was stiff in her arms, and her heart began to cool bit by bit. But she still refused to give up. 'Qichen, I know I was wrong, give me another chance, I'll be good from now on, I won't make you angry anymore,' Bai Rongrong promised earnestly. After a long while, she heard Lu Qichen sigh faintly and pried off Bai Rongrong's hands that were tightly gripping his waist. He turned around, glanced at Bai Rongrong in front of him, and dropped a sentence, 'Take care of yourself from now on, don't let others worry about you anymore.'

She didn't understand what Lu Qichen meant by his words. Lu Qichen was also somewhat puzzled. He had always thought he loved Bai Rongrong deeply, which was why he felt so averse when his grandfather asked him to marry someone else. He believed Bai Rongrong to be well-read, sensible, and understanding, the ideal choice for a wife. When Old Master Lu urged him to marry, he was very resistant, and this resistance extended to his own wife. But recently, he didn't know what had happened; he increasingly felt that Bai Rongrong was no different from other women. He even questioned himself whether his feelings for Bai Rongrong were love or habit. He tossed away the cigarette butt in his hand, started the car, and a new text message appeared on his phone, from Bai Rongrong. She said, 'Forgive me.' He threw the phone aside. When he arrived home, Ye Zhiqiu heard the noise and descended the stairs with suspicion. She thought Lu Qichen would definitely not come back after leaving, and politely asked, 'You're back. Are you hungry? Do you want me to cook you some noodles?' Unexpectedly, Lu Qichen, dragging his weary body, nodded slightly, 'Okay.' Ye Zhiqiu was taken aback for a moment, but then she went to the kitchen. While boiling water, she deftly fried an egg, and soon a bowl of fragrant egg noodles was ready. 'Eat slowly, be careful it's hot,' she said, sitting opposite Lu Qichen. Seeing Lu Qichen gobbling down his food, she slightly furrowed her brows, 'Didn't you take Miss Bai out for a meal when you went to see her?' Lu Qichen was momentarily startled, but the next second, the words of explanation spilled out.