As soon as Ye Mei saw him, she hugged him tightly and burst into tears like a child.

"Why can't he just let me go?"

Su Yan took Su Xuan and the others home, then left with the words, "After you finish your postpartum confinement, I'll pick you up to discuss the divorce."

Yu Wende tried to stop her and argue about the matter, but Ye Mei grabbed him and stopped him.

"It's understandable that she hates me; I really didn't do anything right."

Yu Wende felt heartbroken seeing her so distraught.

Didn't you explain what happened back then to her?

“What’s the use of explaining? She’s right. It’s an undeniable fact that I betrayed my marriage, my husband, and abandoned my wife and children. No matter the reason, it can’t be denied.”

Yu Wende could only sigh and dared not mention the matter again.

At the hospital.

Wenzhan was absent-minded all afternoon, and even when he got off work, he couldn't muster any energy.

Seeing his state, his colleagues suggested, "It's rare that there's not much to do at the hospital today, let's go to a bar and have some fun to relax."

Wen Zhan waved his hand weakly and refused without thinking: "You guys go ahead, I won't go."

He tried to escape, but his colleague didn't give him a chance, wrapping his arm around his neck.

"What's wrong? Are you still traumatized by what happened at the bar last time? Let me tell you, it was just an accident."

Wen Zhan thought of Duan Sisi after hearing his words, and his mood worsened.

"No, it's too noisy there, not suitable for me. You guys go ahead, I'm a little tired and want to go home and rest."

No matter what he said, his colleagues didn't give him a chance and practically dragged him to the bar.

Wen Zhan could only sit helplessly in the booth with them, glancing listlessly at the men and women moving around him, feeling no interest whatsoever.

Every now and then, a few beautiful women would try to chat him up, but Wen Zhan would always reject them with his sharp tongue. After rejecting them a few more times, it was as if he had been blessed with divine light, and no one tried to chat him up anymore.

His colleagues couldn't help but laugh when they saw him holding a cup of hot water infused with goji berries, looking completely unconcerned about anything.

"Dr. Wen, are you really going to become a vegetarian and chant Buddhist scriptures?"

Wen Zhan gave him a disgruntled look. "Didn't you insist on dragging me here? Now you're complaining that I'm ruining the atmosphere?"

"No, that's not it. I just wanted to tell you that since you're here, you should have fun! Come on, I'll take you dancing!"

A colleague got up and tried to pull Wenzhan away, but Wenzhan immediately slapped his hand away.

"I'm not going, you go by yourself."

My colleague's stubborn nature kicked in, and he insisted on being dragged along.

As the two of them were pulling and tugging at each other, Wen Zhan suddenly glanced over and saw a familiar figure on the dance floor.

He was taken aback at first, his eyes narrowed and locked, but after confirming it, he suddenly stood up and walked straight in that direction.

His colleague was taken aback by his reaction, then looked at his retreating figure and laughed, "Weren't you saying you weren't going?"

He wanted to catch up with Wen Zhan, but Wen Zhan was too fast. Once he entered the dance floor, he disappeared like a fish in water.

While his colleagues were frantically searching everywhere, Wenzhan had already successfully arrived at his destination.

When he got closer, the situation was far worse than he had initially thought.

Duan Sisi, who was dancing with abandon, was surrounded by a group of men with ill intentions, their eyes sizing her up and down like wolves.

If there weren't so many people around, Duan Sisi would probably have been torn to pieces in less than two seconds.

Wen Zhan looked at Duan Sisi, who was still unaware, his eyes darkening further. Without thinking, he pushed through the crowd and walked towards the money.

Duan Sisi, who was happily dancing, was suddenly grabbed by the wrist. She immediately turned her head impatiently and cursed, "Which little brat is so blind as to touch my hand!"

When she saw Wenzhan, she immediately smiled again. But after a short while, she seemed to remember what happened that afternoon, and her face turned serious again. She even pushed Wenzhan in an annoyed manner.

"What are you doing here! You've been avoiding me like a mouse hiding from a cat!"

Wen Zhan noticed her unfocused gaze and smelled the faint scent of alcohol, immediately realizing she had drunk quite a bit. However, he was still quite pleased that she could still recognize him.

He grabbed Duan Sisi's wrist again, stopping her from leaving.

Where are you going this time?

Duan Sisi shook her off without hesitation, "Let go of me! What business is it of yours where I go!"

The men who had initially hesitated to approach immediately rushed forward, confident that the two were about to argue.

"Didn't you hear what she said? I told you to let her go! Have some shame! Don't go after every young girl you see, how disgusting!"

Before Wen Zhan could speak, Duan Sisi, who was about to leave the dance floor, returned and started cursing at the man.

"Who the hell are you?! What business is it of yours if we're arguing?! What are you so bored about that you're here to yell at him?! Try yelling at him again and see what happens!"

Duan Sisi, with her fiery temper, went straight for him.

Seeing her posture, Wen Zhan realized she was determined to go to the police station with him that night. If he didn't stop her, they were definitely going to be sitting in the police car again.

He rushed forward in a hurry, grabbed her around the waist, and carried her away.

The colleague, still searching for the person in the crowd, frowned as he watched the burly figure carrying the woman away.

"Is that Wen Zhan?" he asked, then immediately dismissed the question: "Given his repressed nature, he's unlikely to do something like this—robbery."

Duan Sisi was already a little tipsy, and with Wen Zhan carrying her like that, her stomach started to churn.

"Put me down!" she urged urgently, suppressing her nausea.

But Wenzhan assumed she was trying to run away, so of course he couldn't let her down and even made some harsh remarks.

"If I put you down, you'll never get a chance to live again!"

Duan Sisi covered her mouth and said with difficulty, "I'm about to throw up."

Wen Zhan gave a confident, cold laugh. "You think I'd believe such nonsense..."

"vomit--"

"letter?"

Wenzhan felt a warm sensation on his back, as if a warm current was slowly flowing down his waist.

Still on his back, Duan Sisi looked at her masterpiece and was disgusted, unable to hold back any longer: "Ugh—"

Wen Zhan's back twitched violently.

He gritted his teeth and walked out with a resolute expression.

By the dim light of the brightly lit streetlights, passersby could vaguely see a man carrying a woman away. Or rather, a woman who was constantly vomiting.

When Duan Sisi regained consciousness, it was already the next morning.

Someone drew back the curtains, and the warm sunlight shone directly on her face, making her so comfortable that she squirmed like a worm.

Even the toes sticking out of the blanket exuded comfort and ease.