Chapter Ninety-One Getting Drunk

As the sun was setting, the car arrived at the guesthouse.

The guesthouse is decorated like a classic Jiangnan courtyard, exquisite and meticulous, and has only two floors.

The bright, modern-style floor-to-ceiling windows, combined with the warm yellow lighting, create an atmosphere that instantly puts you at ease.

Compared to the previous identical furnishings, it now looks more like a mountain village.

Wen Jing nodded politely to Cheng Letian, which was considered a greeting.

The young man next to Cheng Letian was someone Wen Jing recognized; he was Shi Chao, the eldest son of the Shi family in the neighboring city of Y.

The two exchanged a smile and remained silent.

Pretending to be weak to deceive others—only someone like Cheng Letian, a complete idiot, would be fooled.

The mountain sunshine is warm all the time. In the quiet backyard of the guesthouse, flower petals cover the floor and water flows under the arched bridge.

Wen Jing sat down in the wicker chair and said politely, "How has your father been lately? You can visit him when you have time to discuss company cooperation."

The person on the other end didn't answer immediately. After about two or three seconds, a sunny voice, tinged with surprise, said, "That's wonderful! I haven't been of much help, just watching the shop here. Mr. Wen, you're too kind! If my old man knew that because of me, he could get some cooperation with you, he would praise me to the skies!"

Shi Chao and Wen Jing laughed out loud at the same time.

The pleasant aroma of the guesthouse helps one forget their troubles.

Cheng Letian joked, "Bosses, how about trying out the beds? We have a room in our shop with a custom-made, high-end waterbed."

Song Nian'an smiled and said sweetly, "Then brother, let's go and rest for a while. I'm tired too."

Let me think... how to seduce my husband who can't touch me? Should I bend over and arch my back, or take off my clothes and sway my hips...?

Wen Jing: ....

With so many tricks up your sleeve, isn't lying in bed just torture?

Wen Jing refused.

He chose to have tea in the lobby.

Shi Chao suddenly laughed, "Want some wine?"

He paused, then tentatively asked, "Could it be that Mr. Wen's injury hasn't healed yet, and that area isn't feeling well?"

Song Nian'an suddenly realized, "How did you know he was injured?"

Wen Jing didn't say anything, walked to the bar, and grabbed a bottle of wine.

Song Nian'an observed Cheng Letian's expression; he was very nervous, and his eyes were even a little unfocused.

He picked up his glass and took a big gulp. "You guys have been keeping track of him, but Er didn't tell me?"

Only birdsong answered him.

Just as I expected.

He downed another glass of wine, one after another.

Song Nian'an's alcohol tolerance is actually not very good; he gets drunk very quickly.

Regardless of anything else, it's just that being kept in the dark for so long is a really painful thing.

Cheng Letian couldn't stand his behavior, so he snatched the wine glass away and frowned, saying, "Are you serious? Oh, it's my fault, but I'm not afraid of power. I didn't tell you because I wanted to protect you."

"You just don't trust me!" Song Nian'an was already in a daze, the numbing sensation of alcohol filling her nerves.

Shi Chao clinked glasses with him and said with a smile, "No."

"Don't clink glasses with him anymore, and keep letting him drink." Cheng Letian pulled on Shi Chao's glass and pressed it down.

Shi Chao gave Cheng Letian a fierce look, making him look at Wen Jing, who was standing to the side with great interest.

Damn it, are you guys making a cage to stuff my brother in?!

Two despicable people!

Song Nian'an started rambling incoherently, his brows furrowed with displeasure.

"I was so terrified. I was constantly vomiting into the toilet. My belly was so bloated. Every morning when I woke up, the person who used to kiss me was gone. I became a widow, and no one was helping me find someone. I've never felt so useless! Absolutely worthless! Do you know that?!"

He took a breath, hugged Wen Jing's arm, wiped his snot and tears, and continued to sob.

"The people at the Buddhist temples, seeing me going there every day to seek enlightenment and cultivate myself, advised me to become a monk instead, because they thought I'd be more devout. I thought if I couldn't find a way, I'd just shave my head and follow the Buddha's will, like Xu Xian. But while his White Snake Lady was imprisoned under a pagoda, my Prince Charming has disappeared! How can that be the same?"

Song Nian'an grabbed the large wine bottle and gulped it down.

"I almost doubted I'd be impotent for life!!! I want him to suffer even more than I did! I want to punish him! I want to punish him on behalf of Buddha!"

Cheng Letian wanted to cover the guy's mouth; the more he said, the more outrageous it became...

Song Nian'an hugged her legs and buried her face in her knees.

"That's about it, Mr. Wen," Shi Chao said.

Wen Jing watched as his precious child finished venting and crying unrestrainedly; it was time for him to wake up.

He picked her up and helped her to the passenger seat.

As soon as he sat down in the driver's seat, he heard Cheng Letian say, with tears in his eyes, "You must take good care of him, and never bully him..."

Shi Chao thought to himself, "It's not like you're marrying off your son, you're talking like an old father."

Wen Jing started the car, and Song Nian'an fell asleep in the passenger seat.

After everyone left, Cheng Letian finally had the nerve to ask, "Did you set a trap for my brother?"

Shi Chao patted his frizzy hair. "Why don't you let the little lamb give in? The tiger's starving..."

What's going on?

"Did you also set a trap for me?" Cheng Letian asked a startling question.

Finally, you've hit the nail on the head.

Shi Chao was still a little unaccustomed to it.

"Didn't you ask me to play games? I charge you." Shi Chao smiled.

That's true.

On the bus.

The boy looked very well-behaved when he was asleep, and his temper had completely disappeared.

His brows relaxed, as if a weight had been lifted from his heart.

I parked the car in front of my house, got out, and opened the passenger door.

She called out to Song Nian'an softly.

Song Nian'an was confused for a moment, then her eyes slowly focused and she unbuckled her seatbelt.

He frowned deeply, raised his hand and intimately wrapped it around Wen Jing's neck, his eyes crinkling into a beautiful smile, "Ex-husband brother."

"Yes, your ex-husband brother is here to take care of you."

Even the Buddha himself couldn't stop him today.

Song Nian'an didn't know how he ended up in the bedroom. His throat was a little dry. He raised his head slightly, and before he knew it, their lips touched.

Breathing lightly, she looked at the person so close to her and murmured, "Am I drunk? I see you're back."

Wen Jing pressed his body down, kissed his lips, and coaxed, "Don't be afraid, I will definitely protect you."

It must have been the alcohol that made Song Nian'an so incredibly bold. He followed his instincts and started tearing at Wen Jing's clothes. When he ripped off his tie, he almost murdered his husband.

"If you keep pushing, tomorrow's news will report that the president of a certain company group died suddenly at home, the cause of death being sexual dysfunction."

"I...I'm not very good at it..."

Wen Jing, his neck flushed, loosened his tie, revealing his muscular chest.

Song Nian'an was already burning up, and the large hands stroking his body only aroused him more. He shuddered and gasped, "No! Absolutely not!"

Wen Jing was a little annoyed, but still coaxed him, saying, "It's okay, Buddha is resting today."

[This guy is so handsome! Gentle yet sexy, and he has a great physique. He's really amazing!]

This woman? She doesn't even call me "husband" anymore?

When we first met, she called me "husband" in every sentence.

Has it now become a personal pronoun?

He was right; this kid really needed a lot of discipline.

We must teach him to call me "husband" properly.

Wen Jing took off his white shirt, revealing his well-defined physique. The moment he pinned him down, he said, "I'm telling you to remember what you should call me!"

"What?" Song Nian'an didn't understand.

The tip of the tongue, carrying the scent of alcohol, moves nimbly.

Song Nian'an's palms were tingling, and she couldn't help but grab the bed sheet.

Light and shadow float.

My body, which hadn't been satisfied in a long time, encountered the most familiar taste.

The frantic pounding of a heart filled the air.

The curtains block out light very well; I can't see the sky, so I don't know what time it is.

I could vaguely sense the streetlights turning on.

Song Nian'an was exhausted and mostly sober. Wen Jing carried him to take a shower and put him on the bed.

The man's lips curled slightly as he lay on his side, propped up on his arm, looking as if he had eaten and drunk his fill.

Song Nian'an didn't know when she fell asleep.

Wen Jing tiptoed to the shower and answered the phone.

Jin Chu gave him bad news.

Yesterday, on the way to the Municipal Public Security Bureau, the car overturned and the man escaped.

When I went back to the room, Song Nian'an was still asleep and looked like she was sleeping very comfortably.

He quietly changed his clothes, closed the curtains, and went out.