However, Duan Zichen stayed in the company until eleven o'clock.

When she came back, she simply treated her open arms as air.

Seeing that Duan Zichen was drunk, he frowned and pushed her away with some disgust, reached out to tug at his tie, and went straight to the study.

Pei Xiaoxiao was pushed and stumbled, almost hitting the porch.

She suppressed her anger and caught up with her.

"Zichen, why did you drink so much?"

As soon as her arm touched his sleeve, he ruthlessly pushed it away.

Pei Xiaoxiao couldn't stand it anymore and shouted at his back,

"Duan Zichen, what's wrong with you? What's your attitude towards me now? We both have a marriage certificate. Why can't you live a good life with me?"

Duan Zichen's body froze, and a sad arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He said coldly: "My heart is dead."

Pei Xiaoxiao shouted unwillingly,

"What do you mean by dead heart? Can't you live without Liu Zhiyuan? Duan Zichen, can you please not let me look down on you? I love you so much and care about you so much. Why can't you look back at me?"

Duan Zichen smiled bitterly again.

"I would rather you had never loved me, so that Liu Zhiyuan and I could still be friends."

Pei Xiaoxiao's heart ached like a needle, and her voice became sharp.

"Duan Zichen, how could you say such things to me? How am I any worse than Liu Zhiyuan? Liu Zhiyuan, have you forgotten what happened at our wedding? I haven't dared to go out at all these past two days. I'm afraid people will talk about me behind my back. Zichen, Liu Zhiyuan is too scheming. Let's forget her! Let's live a good life, okay?"