Late at night.
The Bao Mansion was brightly lit.
All the servants were startled awake, with footsteps in disarray inside the courtyard.
Bao Mingyuan and his wife rushed to the small courtyard in their pajamas.
Upon entering, they were stunned.
In the middle of the night, Ziqi was lying on the bed that Su Ruanruan had slept in.
His face flushed red, hand covering his eyes.
Clearly, he had been drinking.
Bao Mingyuan looked at the elderly lady: "How did Ziqi end up here?"
The elderly lady glared fiercely at him and said: "Such a good child, now he seems like he's lost his soul every day."
She slowly sat down and said to Gui Zhi: "You tell this gentleman what exactly happened to Ziqi."
Gui Zhi's face turned red.
"The elderly lady heard some noises and asked me to check. When I reached Miss Su's room, I found young master Ziqi lying here. I called him to get up, but..."
At this point, she became too embarrassed to continue.
Bao Mingyuan pressed: "But what?"
