Chapter 243: She Doesn't Like Me Managing Her

Xu Shu’s eyes flickered with a trace of darkness, which sank into the depths.

His thin lips were tightly pursed, and after a slight struggle, he sighed helplessly, “Why should I be angry?”

“Zhou Jin is a really good person, he treats me well too, brother.

Once you get to know him, you’ll see.

Could you please not dislike him?”

Xu Tingting tilted her head back, unable to discern his expression from the window as the lights outside flashed by.

After a silence, Xu Shu asked her, “When did you start dating?”

Xu Tingting’s eyes brightened, “So you’re not angry anymore?”

“Find a time to introduce him to me.”

“Sure!”

The car hadn’t reached the Xu Family’s home when Xu Tingting fell asleep.

In the end, Xu Shu carried her out, summoning two maids to help change her clothes and wash her face and hands.

Xu Shu squatted by the bed, removing Xu Tingting’s shoes.

She turned over, and Xu Shu paused, his hand hovering in the air while the other continuously supported her ankle, waiting until she was deeply asleep before taking off her shoes.

“Young master, let us do it.

You’ve also had quite a bit to drink, and there’s sobering soup prepared in the kitchen.

I’ll go get you a bowl.”

“No need.”

Sometimes, being drunk was better than being sober.

“Have someone stay in her room tonight.

If she wakes up and makes a fuss in the middle of the night, come and tell me.”

“Okay, as you wish.”

Xu Shu tucked Tingting in, lifting the blanket to her chin as she slept restlessly, her face rubbing against the pillow.

Xu Shu bent over, gently cupping his hand, softly patting her back.

It was a long time before he left.

Mo Tingshen was drinking tea downstairs.

When Xu Shu came down, Mo Tingshen handed him a bowl of sobering soup, “Drink this, it might make you feel better.”

Xu Shu took it and sat down.

He took a couple of sips and then stopped, his gaze deep in thought.

“Should I check on Zhou Jin for you?” Mo Tingshen asked.

“No need.

Tingting doesn’t like it when I’m too controlling.”

Mo Tingshen looked at him meaningfully, “Still, it’s better to keep an eye on him.

Zhou Jin is not to be trusted.”

Xu Shu snorted coldly, “The Zhou Family is deeply divided within.

Just a spark could ignite a lengthy infight among them.”

Mo Tingshen chuckled, “Knowing so much, it seems you indeed don’t need my help.”

Xu Shu laughed at himself.

Xu Tingting dating someone.

How could he not know?

He had already investigated everything about Zhou Jin and his ancestors.

Yet he still had to pretend as if it was their first meeting in front of Tingting.

Being a brother was truly stifling.

In the dining hall.

Nan Jiaojiao had followed them to the entrance of the dining hall, watching as Xu Tingting was helped into the car by Xu Shu before she turned back.

She hadn’t walked far when she crashed into Bo Yanching’s embrace.

He instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist, stepping aside to dodge a server carrying a tray, who turned pale and bowed deeply to him, gratefully moving away.

“Be careful,” Bo Yanching gently caressed the back of her head.

Nan Jiaojiao, nestling in his arms, smelled the strong scent of alcohol and slightly wrinkled her nose, “Did you drink a lot?”

“Two shots of white, drank them neat, not drunk.”

“Does it hurt?” she asked, looking up.

That amount wouldn’t get him drunk, but faced with her worried eyes, the words circled his mouth before coming out altered, “A bit dizzy.”

“Wait for me a moment.”

Nan Jiaojiao spoke politely to a server, who then took off his name tag and handed it to her.

What Nan Jiaojiao needed was the pin behind the nametag.

She walked back to Bo Yanching, “Give me your hand.”

Bo Yanching extended his hand.

Nan Jiaojiao pinched his ring finger, inserting the needle into the Guanchong acupoint.