Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 638 - 268.3
She looked at Sheng Boyan and asked softly, "Doctor Sheng, is your diagnosis enough to convince the judge and others?"
Four years ago, no one believed her.
Four years later, she wanted everyone to stand by Xia Qian.
Sheng Boyan was the youngest expert in psychiatry. He had professional ethics and never exaggerated his own abilities or standards.
"I can only guarantee the accuracy of my medical diagnosis. As for other matters, I have no right to intervene."
Wanxia smiled gently, "That’s enough, that’s all I need."
She wanted an authoritative diagnosis.
...
As they walked out of the café, Wanxia asked their opinion, "An City has a few special restaurants, would you like to try them?"
Sheng Boyan looked down at the girl beside him.
After waiting too long, Qin Zhenzhen had drunk several cups of coffee and now her stomach was a bit uncomfortable.
He looked at Wanxia and smiled warmly, "Zhenzhen is a bit tired. We’ll go back to the hotel first and take care of dinner ourselves. Wanxia, you don’t have to be so polite."
Hearing this, Wanxia did not insist.
After all, they had gotten up early to catch the flight, hadn’t rested at noon, and came directly to the psychiatric hospital after lunch. They were indeed very tired.
She nodded politely, "Alright then, the driver is at the corner. The area around the hotel is bustling with many restaurants. Doctor Sheng, feel free to call me if you need anything."
Sheng Boyan smiled, "Okay."
Due to her rumbling stomach, Qin Zhenzhen’s smile was somewhat forced, "Goodbye, Sister Wanxia."
Wanxia waved, "Take care on the road."
After watching them get in the car, Yuan Yi stepped forward and respectfully asked, "Miss Ji, where are you headed?"
Wanxia withdrew her gaze and said lightly, "Qingshui Bay Villa."
That was not her home.
Her home had already been burned to ashes by that great fire.
"Alright," Yuan Yi nodded and quickly walked to the car, opening the door.
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There was a social event today that couldn’t be avoided, and by the time it was over, it was already ten o’clock at night.
Gu Shaozhi had been drinking, and his assistant who came out with him drove him home.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, the servant quickly came out of the room. Before reaching the entrance, she could already smell the strong scent of alcohol and tobacco.
"Mr. Gu, shall I make you some sobering tea?" she asked with concern.
Gu Shaozhi changed his shoes and replied blandly, "No need."
His stomach was already not healthy, and the excess alcohol only spread a faint pain.
He didn’t take medicine because the pain helped to keep him a little sober.
Since Mr. Gu didn’t need it, the servant dared not say anything more, and only stood on the spot, watching him slowly walk upstairs before turning off the lights in the living room and returning to her room.
Not wanting to wake Wanxia, Gu Shaozhi used the guest bathroom to bathe.
Wanxia had not slept the whole night. It was only after Gu Shaozhi got up and left the bedroom that she slept for one or two hours, and with the day spent rushing across half the city, she was sleeping soundly.
When the man opened the bedroom door, she did not notice but only turned over.
However, when Gu Shaozhi lifted the covers and lay on the bed, embracing her, she woke up.
The woman was lying sideways facing Gu Shaozhi. He watched her unconsciously evade, watched her open her eyes, and watched as those autumn-water eyes went from confusion to clarity.
He didn’t speak, just stared at her with his deep hawk eyes, reaching an unfathomable depth.
After a long gaze, Wanxia looked away, trying to turn over and face away from him, but the man pressed her shoulder to stop her from doing so.
His grip was so strong that Wanxia almost thought her shoulder bone would be crushed.
She wasn’t angry, remained calm, "It’s so late, aren’t you going to sleep?"
What madness was he up to now?
Gu Shaozhi seemed to realize his loss of control had hurt her and quickly eased his grip, pressing her shoulder gently as a means to soothe her.
A thin smile played on his lips, and his features, imbued with a hint of wickedness due to the alcohol, slowly and softly asked, "Wanwan, are you angry?"
Wanxia lay still, even though he had bathed, she could still smell the alcohol.
The room was silent for a full five minutes.
...
By noon, the servant had not seen Miss Ji nor Mr. Gu come down from the second floor.
The villa was quiet without a single unnecessary sound.
She threw away the breakfast and lunch she had prepared and couldn’t help but feel it was a waste.
Not until around five o’clock in the afternoon, after finishing cleaning the study, did the servant see Wanxia come out of the master bedroom.
She was wearing a nightgown that reached her ankles, with a jacket over it, her long hair was disheveled, and she wasn’t wearing slippers, her bare feet touching the wooden floor.
She looked unwell, in a dazed state.
The servant hurried over, asking with concern, "Miss Ji, you didn’t eat last night, you must be hungry. What would you like to eat? I’ll make it for you now."
Wanxia closed the door and responded softly, "Anything, as long as it’s light."
Her voice was hoarse, like it had been eroded by the coldest winds.
The marks on her body could be covered by clothing, but when she lifted her head, the bruises on her neck were exposed to the servant’s view.
She seemed indifferent to the probing gaze, bending down to pick up the cat at her feet and slowly walking downstairs, "You don’t need to make much."
Miss Ji’s appearance suggested she had been...
Though shocked, the servant dared not look further, lowered her head, and respectfully said, "Would you like me to ask Mr. Gu as well?"
Wanxia answered lightly, "He’s not here, he probably went to the office, but I’m not sure."
If the servant had come to her from the study, it meant he wasn’t home.
He wasn’t...
The servant was a bit stunned.
Could it be the door closing sound around five in the morning was Mr. Gu going out?
Overnight, Miss Ji seemed to have changed, becoming even harder to approach.
Not daring to ask more, she hurried to the kitchen to cook.
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Gu Shaozhi, if he didn’t have social engagements and left work on time, usually wouldn’t be home until after seven.
But today, by five-thirty, he had already entered the living room.
The servant was still in the kitchen cooking, and afraid of disturbing Wanxia’s rest, had closed the kitchen door due to the noise, unaware of Gu Shaozhi’s return.
Wanxia had only been lying on the dining table for a few minutes before she dozed off.
Gu Shaozhi’s hand hadn’t even touched her cheek when she opened her eyes.
