He had completely underestimated Shi Yu’s capacity for being a handful. For the entire night, she had barely slept, alternating between throwing up and muttering nonsense, only to fall quiet for a moment before starting all over again. Qin Feng had waited on her hand and foot all night. It was only as dawn was breaking that he finally managed a moment’s rest, slumping over the edge of the bed to doze. But the misery of her hangover meant Shi Yu’s rest was short-lived. She woke up soon after, lucid, with only a splitting headache to remind her just how much she’d had to drink the night before. Her eyes took in the unfamiliar surroundings, then the man slumped in exhausted sleep by her bed, and her head throbbed even more fiercely. What was going on? How did she end up at Qin Feng’s place?! Fragmented memories tumbled through her mind, and she could have kicked herself. A quick check of her call history confirmed it: she was the one who had called Qin Feng. And below his name, a long list of missed calls from Jiang Yichen… Panic seized her. What was happening? Why would Jiang Yichen suddenly call her so many times? Sensing she was awake, Qin Feng pushed himself up, his eyes bleary. “You’re awake…?” He glanced at her phone screen, open to the list of missed calls from Jiang Yichen, and explained, “You were really out of it last night… I saw it was him calling, so I didn’t answer. Didn’t want to cause any misunderstandings…” Qin Feng was a considerate man in every respect, and he had long been well aware of the situation between Shi Yu and Jiang Yichen. Shi Yu was mortified. There was nothing more humiliating than making a fool of yourself in front of someone who used to have feelings for you. “I’m so sorry for all the trouble. I should go. You need to get some rest.” Qin Feng stopped her. “Hold on. It’s chilly this morning, and your coat got dirty last night. You can wear mine for now. Besides, it’s hard to get a cab around here. I’ll drive you.” Shi Yu opened her mouth to refuse, but he anticipated it. “I handled you all night; what’s a little more time? It’s no trouble. Let me take you.” She swallowed the words of protest. All she wanted was to escape. This was just too humiliating… Her phone rang suddenly. It was Li Yao. As Shi Yu answered, Qin Feng draped his jacket over her shoulders. She pretended to be engrossed in the call, ignoring the gesture. “Yao, were you okay last night?” Li Yao’s voice was a near-shout. “Forget about me! Are *you* okay? Have you seen what’s online? Someone posted pictures of you and Qin Feng!” Shi Yu’s mind couldn’t keep up. “What? What are you talking about?” Li Yao didn’t waste any more words, hanging up and sending a link. Shi Yu clicked on it. It was a photo from last night, of Qin Feng helping her into his car. She was leaning against him as if she were boneless, an intimate posture. The drunken blush on her cheeks was dangerously suggestive… The caption read: *Female cardiac surgeon from prominent hospital leads sordid private life, caught in drunken debauchery with wealthy heir.* In the comments, someone had anonymously exposed Shi Yu’s real identity and the name of her hospital. Even Qin Feng wasn't spared. The news struck her like a bolt from the blue. She froze, the hand clutching her phone trembling violently. Had Jiang Yichen called because he’d seen it?! Noticing her reaction, Qin Feng took the phone from her. His expression darkened as he read the screen. “It’s just baseless gossip,” he said reassuringly. “Don’t worry, I’ll handle it. Let’s get you home first.” Shi Yu had never been through anything like this. A mix of anger and helplessness washed over her. “I’m so sorry. If I hadn’t called you last night… I’ve dragged you into this mess.” Qin Feng managed a small smile. “Like I said, it’s nothing. Let’s go.” Her mind was a chaotic mess, leaving her in a daze. Qin Feng naturally steadied her with a hand on her arm. As they reached the main gate, they both saw it at the same time: a black Rolls-Royce parked directly in front of the Qin family villa. And standing before it was Jiang Yichen. He stood there in the cool morning breeze, a striking figure. Devoid of any excess movement or expression, his gaze seemed calm, yet it was filled with an unmistakable coldness and detachment.