Loss of Control After Drinking, Forced to Marry the Capital's Eldest Daughter

An absurd night due to a misunderstanding changed Duan Ye's fate.

Duan Ye admitted his mistake to the woman he loved, but unfortunately, she didn't care at all.

The woman from t...

Chapter 391 You'd better give me a reasonable explanation

But now that they're back, we have to force them to face it, otherwise they'll just keep enduring it year after year, like training an eagle.

After leaving Duan Ze's house, Duan Ye returned to Moon Bay.

Duan Sheng was away on an inspection tour, and Ding Yifen was also on a business trip and would not be back for some time, so Duan Ye did not return to the Duan family home for the time being.

Yang Li was overjoyed to see Duan Ye return and wanted to ask the servants to prepare a delicious meal to welcome him back, but Duan Ye politely declined.

Finally, Duan Ye went to the back garden alone.

Over the past five years, he has returned from time to time to take care of these flowers and has also hired a florist to carefully maintain them. Now, at the beginning of spring, they are still a vibrant green scene, and in a while, they will be in bloom.

For some reason, Duan Ye took the scissors and, as usual, carefully trimmed the potted plant.

He spent the entire afternoon lounging in the garden.

Finally, Duan Ye returned upstairs. He hadn't been involved in this area for a long time. Nothing had changed, except it was much quieter.

In the end, Duan Ye didn't open the door to that bedroom, but went to the guest room instead.

At 10 p.m., after taking a shower, he lay in the somewhat unfamiliar room, tossing and turning, before finally sending a message to Duan Ze.

—Brother, can you ask your wife to help me make an appointment?

The moment the message was sent, Duan Ye's heavy heart finally felt some relief.

He opened his phone's photo album, which contained over 12,000 photos of Cheng Suisui and her family of three that she had sent him over the past five years. He had already printed out many of the older photos and put them in a paper album, and he had looked at the newer ones countless times.

He never deleted a single one; he would look at them over and over again, torturing himself with them.

Five years have passed, Luo Qingyuan.

Duan Ye gently closed his eyes: You'd better give me a reasonable explanation.