An accessory

Trigger warning: Food Disorder and a bit more uncomfortable topics. Readers' discretion is advised. 

"Are you alright, Young Master Yongrui?" His assistant and good friend, Long Zhong asked while standing outside the restroom. His voice filled with concern. 

After lunch was finished, Qi Yongrui could not stop himself and rushed to the restroom where he hurled everything that he had eaten, unable to stomach even a bite. 

It was bad enough that he had developed the habit of throwing up anything that he ate, but after his adoptive mother brought up the matter of marrying Qi Changpu, he really couldn't hold it anymore. 

It was simply disgusting. He would never. Not even in his millions of dreams would marry that woman. 

"I am —guhh—I am fine," Qi Yongrui wiped his lips after he was done throwing even the last morsel of food that was inside his stomach.