Zhao Ninghuan felt something was wrong before she even reached the restroom, her face already burning.
She quickened her pace into the women’s restroom, wetting her hands and gently pressing them against her face, trying to sober up a little.
But it was no use; she could barely stand. Just as she was about to use her phone to contact Fang Weicai, she realized she hadn't brought it with her.
Mustering her resolve, she forced herself to walk out, praying inwardly that she would encounter someone from the Jiang family.
Fang Weicai heard her silent plea. Jiang Jinluo descended like a god, asking with concern, "Huanhuan, what's wrong?"
"Uncle Jiang, I feel so dizzy."
As she spoke, she leaned towards Jiang Jinluo, who immediately steadied her.
At his age, he knew exactly what was happening to Zhao Ninghuan, and his heart filled with immediate anger.
"Huanhuan, hold on. Uncle will take you to the hospital now."
He helped her out, finally reaching the underground parking lot. He settled her into the passenger seat before quickly getting into the driver's seat.
As he was fastening Zhao Ninghuan's seatbelt, she squirmed restlessly, her hot breath brushing against his face, making his heart flutter.
Zhao Ninghuan's small face was flushed. She wrapped her arms around Jiang Jinluo's neck, writhing like a water snake, rubbing against him.
Jiang Jinluo took several deep breaths to calm himself. "Huanhuan, stop moving. It'll be alright soon. We're going to the hospital."
Zhao Ninghuan wasn't listening at all. She began to pull at her evening gown, and within seconds, her exposed skin was a temptation.
"Uncle Jiang, please help me. Huanhuan feels so uncomfortable."
The temperature in the car instantly rose. Jiang Jinluo felt an overwhelming heat and, after a moment of internal struggle, reached out with his "sinful" hand.
He glanced at the time; the banquet was still over an hour away. They would finish quickly and then send Zhao Ninghuan home.
Afterward, he would arrange for another car to pick up Fang Weicai and the others. Once decided, he hesitated no longer.
The woman before him was to his liking. What if she was the daughter of his benefactor? She wasn't his daughter.
While the two were intensely involved, Fang Weicai, upon receiving the news, went directly to find Jiang Hanzhen.
"Where's your father? I haven't seen him at all."
Jiang Hanzhen looked a bit dazed. He scanned the area, noticing his father was indeed gone, but didn't think much of it.
"He's probably gone to the lounge with his old friends."
Fang Weicai rubbed her temples. "My head feels a bit uncomfortable."
Jiang Hanzhen asked with concern, "What's wrong? Shall I take you to the hospital?"
"Ah, I had a bit too much to drink on impulse earlier. The Xia family also has business dealings with our family, and it wouldn't be good for me to leave early.
The bag I brought today is in the car, and it contains my headache medicine. Can you go and get it for me?"
"Alright, Mom. I'll be right back."
"Mhm, hurry back."
Jiang Hanzhen helped the "unwell" Fang Weicai to sit down before confidently leaving the banquet hall.
Upon reaching the parking lot, he noticed his family's car shaking. Puzzled, he walked closer to investigate.
The closer he got, the faster his heart beat. He had already guessed who was inside the car, and his fists clenched tightly.
He opened the car door with the spare key, got into the back seat, and closed the door, speaking in a low voice.
"Dad, is this how you treat Mom? Hurry and get this woman out of here. I'll pretend I didn't see anything today."
Jiang Jinluo was so startled by his son's voice that he lost his composure, while Zhao Ninghuan couldn't help but moan.
Jiang Hanzhen looked up in surprise. "Ninghuan! How could it be you?"
Zhao Ninghuan’s hand fumbled for Jiang Jinluo, her moans indicating her unfulfilled desires.
"Get out. Don't make me say it a second time."
Jiang Jinluo, aware of his son's feelings, held Zhao Ninghuan tightly in his arms, revealing no hint of their intimacy.
Jiang Hanzhen was utterly shocked. Once he recovered, his face contorted with intense anger.
"You... how could you do this? Isn't she your benefactor's daughter? Is this how you 'take care' of her?"
"This is our business. It's none of your concern."
"You... you are shameless."
Jiang Hanzhen felt that his affection for Zhao Ninghuan was an insult to himself. The sight of these two was truly disgusting.
He stormed out of the car, slamming the door shut. Still furious, he kicked it hard.
He wanted to curse them but dared not, fearing that someone might overhear. Just as he was regaining his composure and preparing to return to the banquet hall, his phone rang.
Jiang Hanzhen hesitated for a moment before answering. "Mom, what's wrong? Is your headache really bad?"
His calm tone gave no indication of the morally shattering event he had just witnessed. Fang Weicai let out a cold laugh.
Truly the son of Jiang Jinluo. Father and son were of the same mind. At a time like this, he still wanted to conceal things from his own mother.
To see his mother being betrayed, and for the two of them to potentially engage in such vile acts right under her nose.
This son was raised in vain, not considering his mother at all. He was worse than useless.
"It's a bit uncomfortable. Why did you take so long to come back? Did something happen?"
"I left in a hurry and accidentally bumped into someone on the way, which delayed me. Mom, wait for me here, I'll be right back."
"You don't need to come back. Just wait there for me. I've asked Aunt Wang to help me over. You take me to the hospital."
Jiang Hanzhen’s tongue tied itself into knots. "Mom, where are you?"
"Just got off the elevator. I'll be there soon."
Jiang Hanzhen, terrified, hung up the phone without another word. He yanked open the driver's side door and pulled at the two who were lost in their embrace.
"Go, quickly! My mom is coming."
The lust in Jiang Jinluo's eyes instantly cleared. His first instinct was to drive away, but Jiang Hanzhen quickly stopped him.
"I need the car to take my mom to the hospital. You two get dressed quickly and hide somewhere else in the parking lot. I'll have someone come pick you up later."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Ninghuan realized the gravity of the situation. She had already put her gown back on and bolted for the door.
However fast they moved, they were still disheveled. The red marks on their necks and their desperate attempts to escape and hide were all captured.
Jiang Hanzhen hurriedly adjusted the seats, opened the windows, and even sprayed perfume, trying to cover up their tracks.
Fang Weicai and Aunt Wang arrived. After a few polite exchanges, Fang Weicai got into the car.
"Mom, lean back and rest. We'll be at the hospital soon."
"Mhm. What is this smell in the car? It smells a bit strange."
"I accidentally spilled some perfume when I got out of the car earlier. I'll open the window for a bit, and it will be fine soon."
"Mhm. Call your father and let him know, so he doesn't worry. And about Ninghuan, it's her first time at this kind of gathering; she might not be used to it. Have your father look after her more."
Jiang Hanzhen felt a tightness in his chest, feeling his mother was wronged. After a few seconds of struggle, he ultimately chose to conceal the truth.
"I've sent Dad a message. Mom, don't worry about them. I'm contacting the hospital now. Your health is more important."
"Mhm."
The car was eerily silent. It was only when they reached the hospital that Jiang Hanzhen breathed a sigh of relief. After the examination, Fang Weicai was fine, needing only rest.
On the way back home from the hospital, Jiang Hanzhen was preoccupied, contemplating the best way to resolve the situation with Jiang Jinluo and the others.
Before he could devise a perfect solution, several short video platforms exploded, with Jiang Jinluo's affair hitting the top trending spot.