Chapter 83: The Husband-Boasting Maniac vs. The Drunken Puppy with Lu Huaijin in its Mouth...

Oh dear, some drunk idiot is starting to do something reckless.

[Maybe he's envious that the guy who takes care of his stomach gets hit with a bottle, while he doesn't.]

[I just want to know if Jiang's father is already taking nitroglycerin pills. Everyone else is rushing to curry favor with President Lu, but this stupid rich kid is doing the opposite, trying to offend him to death. What a good son he is, hahaha!]

When Wen Yinhe heard that name, etched deep into his bones, emanate from a voice full of malice, he couldn't help but slowly raise his head. Through the gaps in his disheveled bangs, his eyes, dark and cold, looked at Jiang Hengchuan.

Jiang Hengchuan, under the influence of alcohol, had his sense of danger reduced to a minimum, and was still talking nonsense without realizing it:

"You've spent so much of the Jiang family's money, and you still have the nerve to give me attitude all the time? You deserve to be pinned down and fucked—"

Before he could finish speaking, the entire table in front of him was suddenly overturned, crashing heavily onto Jiang Hengchuan and nearly shattering his ribs.

Bottles and glasses, mixed with pungent liquor, splattered all over the table, smashing onto Jiang Hengchuan's face and body.

Jiang Hengchuan was stunned by the blow, and the alcohol in his eyes burned so badly that he immediately collapsed to the ground, frantically wiping his eyes and rolling around.

Tears streamed down his face, he was covered in alcohol, and the ribs that had been hit throbbed with pain with every breath. His pitiful howls filled the room.

Wen Yinhe kicked aside the chair that was in his way, picked up a wine bottle from the ground without pausing, smashed it on the floor, and strode toward Jiang Hengchuan with a cold expression.

An Zicheng was instantly jolted awake. He rushed forward and grabbed Wen Yinhe by the waist, shouting, "Brother Wen, calm down! You're a public figure, you can't hit people in public!"

Jiang Hengchuan was completely sober now. He barely opened his eyes and met Wen Yinhe's gaze through his bangs in his blurry vision.

Cold and deathly silent, like looking at a corpse, devoid of any human warmth, it was like a killer crawling out of a horror movie.

Just one glance.

Jiang Hengchuan's hair stood on end instantly, and the color drained from his face rapidly. The fear of the power and his instinctive will to survive made him scramble to his feet, ignoring the excruciating pain in his ribs and eyes, and tumble and crawl to the second floor.

The scene was deathly silent.

Shu Bao'er wasn't scared away by An Zicheng before, but now she didn't dare to glance at Wen Yinhe. She quietly slipped behind the sofa and, using it as cover, ran upstairs as if her life depended on it.

An Zicheng tentatively snatched the wine bottle from Wen Yinhe's hand. Seeing that he didn't react, she quickly pulled him back to the sofa and sat him down.

God knows he was terrified when the table flew up.

Holy crap, this is even scarier than when he smashed the bottle earlier!

He could sense that, unlike his casual remarks, the look in Teacher Wen's eyes as he looked at Jiang Hengchuan was genuinely murderous...

An Zicheng silently swallowed, then picked up the table again without a word and began sweeping up the broken glass on the floor.

Teacher Wen probably doesn't need his comfort now, but he can't possibly abandon her and run away alone.

How embarrassing. I should find something to do first, to make myself look busy.

Wen Yinhe rested his elbows on the sofa armrests, uncomfortably supporting his dizzy brain. His calm appearance showed no trace of the tyranny that seemed to be about to kill just a second ago; he appeared to be simply resting with his eyes closed.

But only he knew how fast his heart was beating, how hot the blood was surging through his body, how every cell in his body was screaming with primal desires for destruction and violence, and how reason and madness were fighting fiercely in his mind, almost leaving him covered in wounds.

If he wanted to, An Zicheng couldn't stop him.

But a last shred of fragile sanity pulled him back from the brink of collapse.

Even if there were no cameras here, he absolutely could not hit someone during the recording of the show.

This was Huai Jin's comeback gift to him. The show was about to finish recording, and he absolutely couldn't ruin everything at the last minute.

He had to endure it.

At least endure until the show ends.

At that time, he will have no more scruples. He will smash the mouths of everyone who dares to insult his lover with every punch, making them struggle on the edge of death and fall into boundless fear again and again. Every time they see him and Huai Jin in the future, they will instinctively tremble and run away as if they have a psychological shadow, and dare not come to get in their way again.

Wen Yinhe's fingers trembled slightly, excited by his imagination, but also by rage and the pain of repression.

He had to pick up an intact bottle from the ground, use another bottle to prop it open, and then take a big gulp.

The image of Lu Huaijin's handsome face reappeared in his mind, extinguishing the raging madness and unease in his heart.

It's alright, we just need to wait for Lu Huaijin to come back.

Just be patient a little longer.

[I can't believe I didn't smash that bottle! I'm so angry! I'm not a celebrity, let me smash it!!!]

[Damn that piece of shit, that piece of trash! Even without the Jiang family, there are plenty of Zhao, Qian, Sun, and Li families vying to sponsor President Lu, okay? Even if there was some favor, they would have repaid it a thousandfold over the years. This is no reason for you to keep humiliating President Lu!!!]

[Jiang's father has good judgment. What does it have to do with a fertilized egg? He really thinks he's something. He'll ruin the Jiang family sooner or later.]

[Zicheng is so funny, hahaha! People seem really busy when they're in an awkward situation (doge)]

[President Lu, please come back soon! Waaaaaah! I feel like the movie star is about to shatter, please give him a hug, President Lu QAQ]

Off-screen.

Lu Huaijin didn't even flinch at Jiang Hengchuan's barking.

At his level, the harm caused by words is the lowest level and the least significant, basically negligible. If he really has the ability, he might as well cause some turmoil in the stock market.

But the moment Wen Yinhe angrily flipped the table, his body tensed up immediately, and his face instantly darkened.

At that moment, he looked at Wen Yinhe with heartache, his hands covered in wine, leaning alone on the sofa, his face obscured by a deep frown. He immediately stood up and decisively said:

"I'm not watching anymore, let's go back."

Everyone in the hotel who could run away had run away, and this game in the observation room was coming to an end, so the others naturally had no objections.

On the way back, the driver cautiously observed Lu Huaijin's expression and silently increased the speed to the maximum.

Others assumed Wen Yinhe was secretly grieving, but Lu Huaijin knew better than anyone that Wen Yinhe was suffering.

Because of the unventable violence and anger within me, because of the self-image I had to suppress and maintain, and because of the ever-growing longing for him.

Since the two officially confirmed their relationship, Lu Huaijin has almost never made Wen Yinhe put up with anything.

"Tolerance" is not a very good word.

Long-term repression will only drive a person more insane. On the surface, he may still appear to be a normal person, self-disciplined and praised by everyone, but when he finally explodes, he will instantly become a monster.

Hurting others also consumes oneself.

He pulled Wen Yinhe out of the darkness, and the first thing the church did was to vent.

Whether it's through violence, sadness, or lust, as long as you can vent first, the rest can be left to him.

Wen Yinhe had endured for too many years and had been used to turning the tables on himself since childhood. Once something happened, he would only attack himself and was more ruthless to himself than anyone else.

Before, no one cared for him, no one felt sorry for him, and no one told him that this was wrong and bad.

But now we have it.

Lu Huaijin will cherish him, Lu Huaijin will feel sorry for him, Lu Huaijin will stop him from doing anything that hurts himself, and teach him to love himself little by little.

Just like Lu Huaijin's love for Wen Yinhe.

Wen Yinhe should also love Wen Yinhe.

Lu Huaijin's love is something Wen Yinhe must also love.

With Lu Huaijin, Wen Yinhe would never need to endure anything.

When Lu Huaijin rushed back to the hotel, he saw Wen Yinhe drunkenly curled up on the sofa, holding an empty wine bottle, muttering to An Zicheng who was sitting restlessly beside him.

Wen Yinhe ripped open the top two buttons of his collar, revealing a section of his delicate collarbone and scratched red skin. His arms were limply resting on his forehead, obscuring his eyebrows and eyes, leaving only his straight nose and two lips that looked unusually red from being soaked in alcohol.

Her lips were slightly parted, her full chest, encased in her shirt, rose and fell, her breath carrying a strong smell of alcohol, and her cheeks below her wrists were burning red; one could imagine their scalding heat without even touching them.

"I love Lu Huaijin. I love his hair. His hair is so soft and smooth, it feels even better than silk. I love his face. He is so handsome and charming. He is the most handsome and best-looking person I have ever seen in the world. You know, how can someone be so handsome? But he is just like that. He is right in my heart. He is amazing."

"I also love his skin. His body temperature is a little lower than mine. It feels cool and smooth to the touch, and it has a fragrance that none of you can smell except me. You have no idea how captivating that scent is. I wish I could bury my nose in every inch of his skin and smell it. I can never get enough of it."

"I also love his hands. His hands are the most perfect hands I have ever seen in the world. They are perfectly shaped, perfectly colored, and even the curve of his nails is perfect. They are more beautiful than a pianist's hands. Of course, there is no part of his body that is not beautiful."

"I love holding his hand, I love the feeling of his perfect hands touching me, and his arms, I love his legs, I love the confident and powerful sound of his feet on the ground, I love his lips, always saying things that make me blush easily, I love every loving look in his eyes when he looks at me, constantly teasing and attracting me..."

An Zicheng's mouth was slightly open, his eyes were vacant, as if he had lost his soul, and he looked utterly hopeless, almost drooling.

He was wondering if he shouldn't have chosen to stay...

Wen Yinhe's love-struck progress bar had completely exploded. His dark eyes, shimmering with moisture, revealed a mesmerizing light. The two blushes on his cheeks became even redder and hotter when that charming name was mentioned, making his already dazzling face even more radiant.

She felt like she was immersed in happiness, and just the sight of her lover's face in her mind made her so happy that she wanted to roll around on the sofa.

He spoke at length about all the wonderful things about his lover, then, glancing at An Zicheng's dazed face, he paused slightly, gently shook his head, and sighed with a hint of regret tinged with pride:

"You don't understand, you have no idea..."

An Zicheng: "..."

Yes! That's right! He doesn't understand! He's just a younger brother!

Help! Someone please save him!

He shouldn't be here, he should be under the car...

[Hahahaha, I can practically feel Zicheng's breakdown even through the screen! I watched as the movie star, after passing out drunk, dragged Zicheng around and praised President Lu nonstop for a full half hour! This is the first time I've ever seen a true husband-bragging maniac! Who wouldn't be bewildered in this situation?!]

[Damn, as a 15-year fan, I've never seen the Best Actor talk so much in my life! How can one person talk so much? What magical switch did he flip? (laughing and crying)]

[Holy crap, this is an absolute freakish outburst! What kind of ultimate love-struck brain is this?! I'm totally dumbfounded! Did this movie star grow a love-struck brain?! It's like a person grew out of a love-struck brain! Is this something I can listen to?! It's so satisfying it's giving me goosebumps! Mom, I believe in love again! QAQ]

[My eyes used to look like this: oo, but after eating your sweetness, they've turned into this every day: OoO! You guys are so sweet, you keep killing me with sweetness every day! I never thought that two people could still be so sweet even after breaking up!]

Just then, An Zicheng heard a noise coming from the doorway, turned around and saw that the guests who had gone out had finally returned.

An Zicheng immediately rushed over and hugged Xiao Ye as if he had seen a savior. He then turned to Lu Huaijin with an embarrassed look and said, "President Lu, it seems that Teacher Wen is already drunk."

Lu Huaijin nodded to indicate that he understood, and then strode over to Wen Yinhe.

Instead of waking the drunk man, he silently squatted down in front of Wen Yinhe and gently brushed away the strands of hair that were stuck to the man's eyebrows and eyes.

Wen Yinhe felt a tall shadow fall on his face as his half-closed eyes appeared. He opened his hazy, drunken eyes and saw a familiar silhouette crouching in front of him against the light.

Even though he hadn't seen the person's face clearly, he could already smell the unique and captivating fragrance emanating from them. This instantly dispelled all the negative emotions he had accumulated over the past few hours, including frustration, anxiety, rage, and depression, leaving only a sense of peace and joy, like coming home.

"Who am I?" Lu Huaijin asked in a low voice as he gently combed Wen Yinhe's messy hair.

“You are…” Wen Yinhe couldn’t help but raise a very handsome smile, a pure smile without a trace of impurity, his heart and eyes filled with the person he had been longing for, “the person I love most.”

Lu Huaijin's heart skipped a beat, as if touched by the softest thing in the world. His heart collapsed and turned into a pool of spring water. The shock he felt in that instant was indescribable.

"Baby, let's go back to the room and rest, okay?" Lu Huaijin used the gentlest voice he had ever used, every syllable ending warm and doting. "Can you get up? Do you want me to carry you?"

Since Wen Yinhe's body was restored, he has never let Lu Huaijin hold him again. Instead, he often picks up Lu Huaijin in special circumstances and walks him around in various corners of the house.

His brain reacted sluggishly for a moment, then he slowly shook his head, stretched out a hand to Lu Huaijin, and looked at Lu Huaijin with a pair of intoxicated black eyes, clear and affectionate: "Hold my hand."

Lu Huaijin couldn't help but scream inwardly, "Oh my god, this is definitely acting cute! It's so adorable!"

On the surface, he maintained the dignity of a mature man and reached out to take Wen Yinhe's hand.

The moment their palms touched, every fingertip was perfectly sealed together, as if their hands had always been perfectly matched.

Wen Yinhe's feet wobbled, and he fell a step behind Lu Huaijin. His gaze fell on their clasped hands, and for some reason, he suddenly felt incredibly happy. He couldn't help but gently shake them, and like a child, he whispered:

"Boyfriend, your hands are so beautiful."

Lu Huaijin was almost overwhelmed by his cuteness. He led him to sit on the bed in the room, while he himself casually spread his legs and sat facing Wen Yinhe on his lap. He held out his hands to Wen Yinhe and, as if deliberately seducing him, tilted his head and smiled, "Do you like it?"

"I like...I like you..."

Wen Yinhe seemed mesmerized as he stretched out his hands, grabbing Lu Huaijin's hands in each and slipping them between his fingers.

Then she held Lu Huaijin's hand tightly, pulled it over, and used the back of Lu Huaijin's hand to firmly pinch her left and right cheeks.

Rub it to the left, rub it to the right.

Kiss the left, sniff the right.

Wen Yinhe's misty eyes narrowed slightly in comfort, his breathing became rapid involuntarily, and he couldn't help but open his mouth and gently bite Lu Huaijin's finger bone.

Lu Huaijin's hands felt like they were melting, his heart pounded and went numb, his toes curled up involuntarily, and his legs rubbed against Wen Yinhe's legs, feeling both restless and aroused.

It was just a kiss on the hand, and they reacted so strongly.

After so many years of adjustment, his body has long been completely marked with Wen Yinhe's label and sculpted into the shape of Wen Yinhe.

With just a slight hint, they can immediately get into the zone.

Wen Yinhe's soft, moist lips pressed against Lu Huaijin's wrist, which pulsed strongly. He kissed his way up to Lu Huaijin's forearm, elbow, and shoulder, finally landing on the increasingly throbbing and hot veins in Lu Huaijin's neck, where he stuck out his tongue and licked them heavily.

Lu Huaijin suddenly shuddered and was pushed backward by Wen Yinhe without him even realizing it.

The two had not let go of each other's hands until this point.

Wen Yinhe buried his fluffy head in Lu Huaijin's neck, kissing and licking incessantly, scraping the hot, boiling blood vessels beneath Lu Huaijin's thin skin inch by inch with his tongue.

The man pressing down on him was tall and powerful. Lu Huaijin felt as if he were being held down by a wild beast and unable to move. He tried to reach out to resist, but his hands were firmly imprisoned in the beast's claws. He could only let the other man savor the fragrance of his skin again and again, like a delicious dessert before a grand meal.

Wen Yinhe's drunken voice surged with intense heat in Lu Huaijin's ears, babbling incoherently and incomprehensibly, only repeatedly calling out that name he knew by heart, almost instinctively.

"I like you, Lu Huaijin, Huaijin, Mr. Lu, Lu Lu, Huaihuai, Jinjin..."

Lu Huaijin couldn't help but chuckle, playfully rubbing his cheek against Wen Yinhe's face, which was buried under his chin. The two equally soft, reddish skins pressed together, creating an indescribably wonderful and comfortable sensation.

"Is this a new name you invented?"

Lu Huaijin followed suit, drawing out each word in a sexy, deep voice, and called out to him:

"I like you too, Wen Yinhe, Yinhe, Teacher Wen, Wenwen, Yinyin, Hehe..."

Both of them are incredibly childish.

One got drunk, and the other didn't drink, but was also thoroughly intoxicated by Wen Yinhe's intense love.

Hearing the voice he loved most in his life calling his name, Wen Yinhe's face flushed with increasing excitement. As if he couldn't be outdone, he licked Lu Huaijin's lips, confessing his love repeatedly, saying "I love you" over and over again, calling out the beautiful name etched in his heart.

"Lu Huaijin, I like Lu Huaijin, I love Lu Huaijin, Wen Yinhe likes Lu Huaijin, Wen Yinhe loves Lu Huaijin."

The commenters went crazy eight hundred years ago:

[Holy crap, this is so cute! It's so sweet I didn't even notice someone died next to me! By the time my nose started bleeding and my whole body was covered in blood, I was already being arrested as a suspect...]

[The drunken movie star turned into a clingy puppy, waaaaaah! Who's so mesmerized by their wife's scent that they want to lick her every inch of her body?! Mr. Alcohol, you're truly a wonderful thing! Mr. Alcohol, you deserve to be honored in the Imperial Ancestral Temple! Let's all thank Mr. Alcohol!]

At first, I wasn't addicted. They told me that taking Wenlu once or twice wouldn't cause any problems, so I tried it. As a result, I became addicted to Wenlu at a young age and couldn't quit. I felt itchy all over if I didn't take Wenlu for a day, and my peaceful life was disrupted. I went to bed early and got up early every day just so that I could see Wenlu kissing the moment I opened my eyes.

[I advise you to stick to being a Wen Lu CP fan. An expert once did an experiment: they tied a Wen Lu CP fan up and threw them off a 99-story building. The fan bounced back up to the 99th floor, shouting: "Thank you, Actor and President Lu, for the wedding candy! Wen Lu 99!!!"]

[Yes, yes, that's right. Keep this pose and just keep going! Don't worry about me! I'm a private individual! I'm a corpse! I'm a ghost! Go ahead and do it. If the livestream gets banned, so be it. I won't die in peace if I can't see you guys taking your pants off!]

Wen Yinhe was drunk and not thinking clearly, but Lu Huaijin still had some sense.

It's impossible to do.

Even if we really had to do it, it couldn't be in the room.

However, there's something Lu Huaijin needs to confirm first.

Lu Huaijin suddenly broke free from Wen Yinhe's hand, lifted the blanket, and covered the two of them up.

While the screen was filled with question marks in the comments, Lu Huaijin quietly slid down to Wen Yinhe's feet.

Speaking of which...

Can it get hard?

Half a minute later, Lu Huaijin reluctantly crawled out of the blanket, regretfully pinched the chin of the bewildered and innocent Wen Yinhe, and pecked his lips fiercely.

"Well, it seems he's really drunk."

I can't do it tonight.

depressed.