Lu Jingchi remained stone-faced, silent. In the backseat, Xia Yan eventually grew tired of her theatrics. But the tainted wine still coursed through her, making her squirm and writhe, small noises escaping her lips from time to time. The sounds would have tested the resolve of any other man, but Lu Jingchi’s expression remained as still as deep water, completely unmoved. He drove them to the hospi