Fu Chenyuan smiled and said, "Wanwan, you're drunk."

Jiang Wanning was a little unhappy: "I'm not drunk, I won't get drunk, how could I be drunk? You're the one who's drunk, I didn't drink any alcohol, hehe."

She looked so adorable when she was drunk, so adorable that Fu Chenyuan wanted to hide Jiang Wan Ning away so that only he could see her.

Thinking of this, Fu Chenyuan stood up: "Wanwan is drunk, I'll take her back to rest first."

Su Zhihan hesitated, then thought that Jiang Wanning and Fu Chenyuan were husband and wife, so if something really happened, it would be understandable.

Tonight, she had been quietly observing the interaction between Fu Chenyuan and Jiang Wanning. She thought, "The rumors were wrong. Is Fu Chenyuan just a love-struck fool?"

Anyway, she had never seen a man so out of control and unable to restrain himself at a party, with his eyes only on the other person.

From beginning to end, Fu Chenyuan's gaze was fixed on Jiang Wanning.

Whenever Jiang Wanning needs something, she only needs to give a look, and without her saying a word, Fu Chenyuan will have already fulfilled her wish.

Fu Chenyuan took Jiang Wanning away, and the other three naturally had no objections.

They all felt they shouldn't have come tonight; they were just being a third wheel.

Fu Chenyuan took Jiang Wanning's hand and led her to their accommodation.

Looking at Fu Chenyuan's cautious manner, Su Zhihan's eyes inexplicably reddened.

Jiang Wanning never complained when she was with the Zhao family, but she always had injuries on her body.

Now, Jiang Wanning has finally seen the light at the end of the tunnel, right?

"Is the Third Young Master this gentle with all women?"

Lu Heng smiled faintly: "I've only ever seen him treat his sister-in-law like that. I think you've heard the rumors, haven't you? Those rumors aren't exaggerated; in fact, the truth is even more shocking than the rumors suggest."

The three toasted each other, and looking at Fu Chenyuan's worthless back, Lu Heng shook his head: "I have a feeling that Chenyuan has failed this time."

Gu Lingyang smiled without saying a word, exuding an air of mystery as if he had seen through everything.

"Do you know something?" Su Zhihan, who had been observing Gu Lingyang, suddenly asked.

Gu Lingyang smiled even more mysteriously, his answer being as if he hadn't answered at all: "He's already fallen for her. But falling for his own wife might not be such a bad thing."

*

Jiang Wanning felt lightheaded and dizzy all over, as if she were walking on clouds with every step, so unreal.

She would take one step, then hesitate for a moment, and then take another step.

The scenery in front of me was somewhat blurry.

Before she even reached the door, she suddenly stopped and looked at Fu Chenyuan: "Who are you?"

"I am your husband, Wanwan, we have registered our marriage."

Jiang Wanning hesitated for a moment, as if she was trying to think it over.

After thinking for a long time, she was somewhat discouraged: "You're not lying to me? I'm already married? How come I didn't know?"

She looked up at him, her expression a little naive and innocent.

Even when she questions someone, she does so obediently.

How could the Zhao family bear not to love such an obedient girl like Jiang Wanning back then?

Fu Chenyuan's throat bobbed involuntarily, but he remained extremely patient.

"Look at me, Miss, look at me, am I your type?"

Fu Chenyuan's voice was seductive.

Jiang Wanning was getting tired of craning her neck. She pointed at Fu Chenyuan with some dissatisfaction and said, "You're too tall. It's tiring for me to look at you like this. Look down!"

Her tone was commanding, but her voice was soft and gentle, lacking any intimidating power.

Fu Chenyuan lowered his head.

His hair was rather long, and combined with his handsome face, it made Jiang Wanning's heart flutter.

"You look like you stepped out of a comic book."

The little girl from back then said something similar.

"I'll give it all to you, okay? You're so pretty, you shouldn't do things like this, okay?"

She said.

Now, she said the exact same thing again: "You look like you stepped out of a comic book, you're so beautiful. Can I pat your head?"

He agreed, "Yes."

She reached out and touched his hair, somewhat surprised and doubtful: "Your hair is so soft. I've heard that people with soft hair are kind-hearted. Are you a kind-hearted person?"

“No,” he replied, with extreme patience.

His soft heart is reserved only for him.

There was a hint of disappointment in her eyes, but she quickly cheered up again: "It's good that you're not soft-hearted. That way, no one can hurt you."

She then politely asked, "May I touch your face? I want to draw you. You're so beautiful, just my type."

He replied, "Okay."

Jiang Wanning smiled and slid her finger to Fu Chenyuan's brow bone: "Excellent brow bone."

The finger came to his eyes, he closed them, his long eyelashes drooped and trembled, his eyelashes were so long.

Her fingers moved down to Fu Chenyuan's nose; his nose bridge was so straight.

Finally, just as her fingers were about to touch Fu Chenyuan's lips, she stopped.

She said, "No. Next time, don't be so obedient; you can't just let girls touch your face."

She deliberately avoided his lips.

"No, I'll only let you touch me," he replied.

Jiang Wanning was delighted: "Really? Only I can touch it? If I do, do you want me to take responsibility?"

"Yes, you must take responsibility."

She immediately recoiled in shock, withdrawing her hand as if troubled: "Do I have to take responsibility? What am I supposed to do? I've already touched you."

"Young Miss, don't you want to take responsibility?"

He straightened up and moved closer to her.

Jiang Wanning was drunk and somewhat out of her mind. She stumbled backward, unable to stand steadily, and was about to fall when Fu Chenyuan caught her around the waist and pulled her into his arms.

Jiang Wanning couldn't help but throw herself into Fu Chenyuan's arms, placing her hands on his chest.

Even though she was drunk, Jiang Wanning could feel the texture of his hand through the thin shirt. The muscles were elastic and strong, and the temperature of his palm seemed to be rising, which was his body temperature.

Her eyes widened.

"You want me to take responsibility? How can I take responsibility?"

"Be my wife."

Her mind, which had been a little foggy, seemed to clear up a bit.

"Oh, I have a ring. I'm married, I can't take responsibility for you anymore."

"So, who is your husband?" he asked.

“Chen Yuan, Fu Chen Yuan,” Jiang Wan Ning blurted out.

Fu Chenyuan smiled, a slight curl at the corner of his lips.

Even when drunk, Jiang Wanning could still say his name and remember that he was her husband, which made him very happy.

His chest was overflowing with joy, and the light in his eyes could not be concealed.

"Young Miss, I am Fu Chenyuan."

"Oh. It's you." She seemed to understand, and looked a little embarrassed.

Was she just flirting with her husband?

But when drunk, he suddenly seems to have the courage to do things he wouldn't normally do or dare to do.

He's my own husband, why shouldn't I tease him? Should I let someone else tease him?

Her fingers traced the Adam's apple she had been wanting to touch, her hazy eyes revealing a hint of allure.

"Shen Yuan, no one else can touch you except me!"

As if to assert her dominance, she stood on tiptoe and kissed Fu Chenyuan's Adam's apple.