"You stay tonight, I'll give you..." Mrs. Tang whispered a few words into Zhao Wuyan's ear.
Old Master Tang, fully aware of his daughter-in-law's intentions, simply sighed meaningfully, "You two chat, my old bones are tired, I'll go rest for a bit."
This reaction was naturally a tacit agreement to Tang Si's mother's idea.
Zhao Wuyan feigned embarrassment, "This... Auntie, this is unfair to Siping." She shook her head, putting on the act of a gentle and virtuous woman.
"Are you silly? What's fair or unfair? You're the girl, if anyone's at a disadvantage, it's you. So, as long as you agree, this matter is settled."
Mrs. Tang tightly gripped Zhao Wuyan's hand, coaxing her.
Zhao Wuyan, however, pretended to hesitate, not daring to agree too readily, fearing her flaws would be exposed.
"Don't worry, this is all my idea. I'll never let Xiao Si suspect you," Mrs. Tang gave her another shot of confidence.
"Auntie... you're so kind." Zhao Wuyan's eyes reddened as she hugged Mrs. Tang, her voice choked with emotion.
In the afternoon, Zhao Wuyan accompanied Mrs. Tang in the villa, embroidering, tending to the garden, and chatting.
At dinner, everyone sat at the dining table. The servants poured wine for them, while Mrs. Tang found various excuses to make Tang Si drink.
Tang Si didn't refuse and downed several glasses, with Zhao Wuyan also accompanying him for several more.
After the meal, Zhao Wuyan raised her hand to cover her head, "Uncle, Auntie, what's the alcohol content of this red wine? Why am I feeling a bit dizzy?"
"The red wine is quite old. You should have said something if you have a low tolerance for alcohol," Mrs. Tang chided, then instructed Tang Si, "You help Wuyan to her room to rest. I have something to tell your father."
Tang Si was displeased, but to leave quickly, he put down his chopsticks, helped Zhao Wuyan up, and they walked upstairs.
Leaning against Tang Si, Zhao Wuyan, having drunk the red wine, inhaled his familiar scent. A wave of heat washed over her, and she wished she could pounce on Tang Si.
She wondered inwardly, hadn't Mrs. Tang said she would drug Siping?
Why did she feel so unwell herself?
As Tang Si supported her upstairs, he warned Zhao Wuyan, "Stay away from Shiran in the future. If I find out you're playing dirty behind her back again, don't blame me for disregarding our past relationship!"
He was sentimental, but he wouldn't tolerate betrayal.
Zhao Wuyan wasn't drunk; she was merely cooperating with Mrs. Tang, pretending to be drunk. Hearing Tang Si's words now, her heart chilled.
"Siping, I'm sorry..." she apologized softly.
Stumbling upstairs, Tang Si took Zhao Wuyan directly to the guest room and helped her to rest. However, as soon as he entered, the door was suddenly locked from the outside.
Just as he had tossed Zhao Wuyan onto the bed, before Tang Si could react, he rushed to the door and tried the handle, only to find it tightly locked.
Bang, bang, bang—
He reached out and forcefully pounded on the door, "Open the door, hurry and open it for me!"
However, he didn't receive any response, but instead felt a growing heat within his own body.
As a doctor, Tang Si understood the situation instantly.
He angrily yanked at the door handle and kicked the door hard, but it didn't budge.
Tang Si was from one of the four major families of Lancheng, so the mansion was naturally equipped with top-tier facilities. The door panel was thick and immovable.
"Siping, I'm hot... Siping, Siping... I feel so bad..." Perhaps the drug was too potent, Zhao Wuyan's body was overwhelmed by its strong effects, and she was gradually losing her rationality.