The Male Lead’s Obsessive (Female-dominant Setting)

The accident happened over a decade ago when surveillance cameras weren't widespread, so there was no footage of the vehicle. The time of the accident was also late at night, so there were no eyewitnesses.

Because that road was in a suburban factory area, with several construction sites nearby, the constant coming and going of gravel trucks had destroyed the tire tracks and debris left by the offending vehicle. After more than a decade, finding the hit-and-run driver was almost impossible.

Rong Xiu's well-proportioned, strong fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly: "I'm sorry."

"Hm?" Fan Xia turned her head to look at him.

"Because you drank on my behalf, it caused your stomach condition to flare up."

Fan Xia chuckled softly, a faint, sweet alcoholic aroma spreading in the car: "You don't need to apologize to me. This is what I should do as an employee. Even in other companies, as an executive assistant, one would do the same to drink on behalf of the superior."

An assistant's work is varied and complex. Being able to drink and take drinks for the boss has become an unspoken rule in the industry.

But he didn't want to just be her superior.

Rong Xiu lowered his gaze slightly, no longer speaking. The cold, thin light cast on him made his already three-dimensional, deep features even more sculptural and chilly.

Without realizing it, the car had arrived at Fan Xia's building.

The effects of the baijiu were kicking in, and Fan Xia was already a bit unsteady on her feet. Swaying and leaning against the wall, she looked at the spinning Rong Xiu before her and said, "I'm home now, you can go back. Lan Sheng will take care of me."

"Forgot what I said earlier? I'll leave only after I see you take your medicine and your stomach doesn't hurt anymore." Rong Xiu supported her with one hand on her arm and the other around her shoulder from behind.

Fan Xia's mind was already fuzzy from the alcohol, and she didn't quite hear what Rong Xiu said. She only felt the cool, clean scent of snow cedar coming from him, as if she had rolled in a snow-covered pine forest in deep winter. Fan Xia, feeling uncomfortably hot all over, instinctively wanted to get closer, so she just let him do as he pleased.

The elevator quickly arrived at the first floor. Two people walked out of the elevator and were startled to see the drunk Fan Xia and Rong Xiu supporting her. Their eyes then revealed undisguised admiration.

Even in her drunken state, Fan Xia couldn't conceal her gentle, watery, and calm aura. And Rong Xiu, who was supporting her, wore an expensive custom-made suit that was obviously high-end at a glance. His features were exquisite, his nose bridge high, and his frameless glasses and long, cold eyes gave off a forbidden, unapproachable air. The extremely stark contrast between the two didn't feel out of place at all, but rather created a strong, surreal sense of complementarity.

Rong Xiu glanced coldly at the passersby, supporting Fan Xia into the elevator, looking at the floor buttons with a troubled expression.

"Fan Xia, wake up-"

At this point, Fan Xia was already drunk and unconscious, her head resting on Rong Xiu's shoulder, her scattered long hair brushing against Rong Xiu's long-sleeved neck. The faint fragrance and hot alcoholic breath all fell on Rong Xiu, silently stirring fatal desire, yet the person in question was completely unaware.

Rong Xiu clenched his hand tightly, restraining himself as he swallowed, his fingertips hooking Fan Xia's chin, his calm eyes concealing ulterior motives: "Fan Xia, I can't find your home. Is it okay if we go to my place?"

Fan Xia's eyes were bewildered for a moment, showing childlike confusion: "No, I want to go home."

Disappointment flashed through his narrow, gloomy eyes and vanished in an instant. Rong Xiu released the hand that was lifting her chin and asked, "Then which floor is your home on?"

"Eleventh floor." Fan Xia held up both hands, making a gesture of two 1's.

Rong Xiu's eyes softened. This person, usually perfect and meticulous in everything she did, when drunk, didn't make a fuss or cause trouble, but instead acted like a child... cute.

Rong Xiu pressed the button for the eleventh floor. No neighbors entered during the ride, so they arrived quickly.

Following Fan Xia's drunken directions, Rong Xiu knocked on the door.

"Coming, did Xia Xia forget her key today?" Wen Lan Sheng came running to open the door, his face full of smiles that disappeared the moment he saw Rong Xiu.

"Senior, why are you here?" Wen Lan Sheng's face wore a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

When he saw Fan Xia leaning on Rong Xiu, reeking of alcohol, Wen Lan Sheng's expression became even more unpleasant. He went to pull Fan Xia into his own arms: "Xia Xia, how did you get so drunk? Let me help you home."

Fan Xia was drunk and completely unaware, being pulled confusedly by Wen Lan Sheng, but her gaze still fell on Rong Xiu. She liked his clean, cool scent, not the strong iris fragrance on Wen Lan Sheng.

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