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Two o'clock in the morning, at the entrance of the CT team club.

Panting, Gu Ming swayed the completely drunk Xiao Mobai on his shoulder a little higher, regretting for the umpteenth time why he had ever talked to this bastard about that bizarre and outrageous thing.

"Hiccup~ My wife... is so beautiful."

Xiao Mobai let out a burp reeking of alcohol on his shoulder, the warm breath spraying all over his meticulously styled hair.

Gu Ming rang the doorbell with one hand free, gritting his teeth as he said:

"Yes, yes, yes, your wife is the most beautiful woman in the universe!"

"Can you please get your feet off my pants?!"

The door opened faster than expected. Lin Yan, still half asleep and wearing a silver-white nightgown, was stunned when she saw the two people at the door.

"President Gu? What... what's wrong with Mo Bai?"

Gu Ming moved with difficulty into the hall, then expressionlessly threw Xiao Mobai onto the sofa.

"He drank too much..."

But as soon as he put the person down, Xiao Mobai suddenly sprang up and precisely grabbed Lin Yan's arm, saying happily:

"Lin Yan, my wife wants to go on a date with me!"

"No, no, it's a double queue! No, it's eating, yes, it's eating, hehe..."

Upon hearing Xiao Mobai's words, Lin Yan's eyes widened instantly. She turned to look at Gu Ming, who looked utterly dejected, and asked somewhat awkwardly:

"Wife?"

"When did Mo Bai get a wife?"

Gu Ming spread his hands, saying helplessly:

"He's mentally ill!"

"Specific symptoms include, but are not limited to, fantasizing about being married, feeling hostile towards strange men, and..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Mobai, who was lying on the sofa, suddenly pulled out his phone again, muttering to himself:

"I haven't said goodnight to my wife yet. I need to send her a voice message to say goodnight..."

"You dare!!!"

Upon hearing this, Gu Ming broke out in a cold sweat and immediately rushed forward to snatch his phone.

"Xiao Mobai, you idiot! You'll want to kill yourself when you sober up tomorrow!!"

As the two were struggling, the phone slid to Lin Yan's feet. He bent down to pick it up, and just then, Xiao Mobai's phone screen lit up. Looking at the group photo wallpaper on the screen, Lin Yan gasped.

"When...when was this filmed...?"

Gu Ming then broke free from Xiao Mobai's grasp and moved closer to Lin Yan. Upon seeing her, he immediately burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha, no, this bastard, is he really that flashy? Hahaha..."

"Let me tell you, this photo is definitely photoshopped. This is a solo shot!"

"And this photo of Miss Ren-san is also a solo selfie, hahaha."

Looking at Xiao Mobai slumped on the sofa, Gu Ming kicked him in the shin without any hesitation and complained:

"You little bastard, Xiao Mobai, I'll laugh at you for the rest of your life for this... hahahaha..."

"By the way, Lin Yan, I have a meeting later, so I'll be leaving now. I'll leave Xiao Mobai to you."

Gu Ming ran out as he spoke. Xiao Mobai's alcohol tolerance was terrible, and he liked to cause trouble when he was drunk. If he didn't run away now, when would he?

Lin Yan watched Gu Ming's retreating figure disappear into the distance, then glanced back at Xiao Mobai, who was sprawled on the sofa muttering to himself. He sighed helplessly. What could he do? He could only accept his fate.

He carried the drunk and thrashing Xiao Mobai upstairs, covering him with a blanket before leaving. But Lin Yan didn't know that as soon as he closed the door, Xiao Mobai shakily got out of bed.

He also picked up his phone from the bedside table, opened WeChat, accurately found the pinned contact with the words "my wife" in the contact name, and sent a series of voice messages.

He received so many messages that he eventually fell asleep talking to himself...

The next day, still a little dazed, Nanqing reached out and groped around on the cabinet next to her for a while before finally finding the remote control and pressing the button to open the curtains.

Once the light illuminated the entire bedroom, she squinted and picked up her phone, which was lying to the side. The lock screen displayed: [Wolf Cub: 23 voice messages]

"Why are you sending so many messages in the middle of the night...?"

She muttered something as she clicked on the first voice message and turned on the microphone.

"Wife...are you asleep...?"

"Honey, if you're looking for a gigolo, my face is pretty fair too..."

"And I have money... I don't need my wife to spend money on me; I can buy her whatever she wants..."

Nan Qing blinked, looking at the still-playing audio in disbelief.

Is he... drunk?

His voice sounded lower than usual, with a noticeable hint of drunkenness and a nasal tone, like a wronged big dog.

Nan Qing sat up against the headboard, listening to Xiao Mobai's grumbling, and smiled faintly. So cute!

The voice message on the phone was still playing. The background was unusually quiet, with only his aggrieved voice and the slight rustling of fabric. So even though his voice was intermittent and not very clear, it was still easy to understand what he was saying.

"I'm a great cook, I'd make a good husband..."

"I was on the basketball team in college, and I had eight-pack abs, really! You can count them if you don't believe me..."

"And I'm really tall, 186.2 centimeters, taller than that pretty boy!!"

"I've never liked any other girl, nor have I ever been in a relationship. I only love my wife..."

"Aside from competitions, I only play games with my wife..."

"Besides, I'm very traditionally a man! Honey, please just like me a little, okay...?"

"Gu Ming said... said you're not my wife, so I hit him, and he doesn't understand anything..."

As he spoke, his voice became somewhat muffled, his tone softened, and it even carried a strong sense of bluntness and a touch of childishness.

But Nanqing's smile grew brighter and brighter, her ear tips even turned slightly pink, and her heartbeat quickened considerably.

After listening to 26 messages, she pressed the voice button and sent a voice message with a smile in her voice.

"Xiao Mobai, are you sober now?"

After sending the message, she put down her phone, humming a tune as she went into the bathroom to wash up. The weather was so nice today; she was going to wear a little green dress later.

When Xiao Mobai woke up, it was already past 2 PM.

His hair was a mess, and he sat blankly on the disheveled bed, his phone displaying his WeChat conversation with Nan Qing.

Xiao Mobai, clutching his phone, collapsed onto the bed, writhing and screaming in frustration. If he'd already blacked out yesterday, why did they have to make him remember all that?!

They're all drunk, can't they get even more drunk?!

Eight-pack abs... pretty boy... and that endless "wife"...

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!!"

After his outburst, he picked up his phone, his fingertips trembling, and opened the pinned chat window again. The 23 sent voice messages felt like 23 slaps to his face. Then he looked at the message from a little after 9 o'clock.

[My wife: Xiao Mobai, are you sober yet?]

Could he say he's sober now and then claim he doesn't remember anything he did last night?

Or rather... he didn't do these things?

No! No, I can't call anyone but myself "my dear wife," not even a hypothetical one!

Or... should he just say he has a split personality? That when he's drunk, the other personality comes out, and he's completely unaware of what he's doing?

Xiao Mobai painfully tugged at his messy hair, his temples throbbing from the hangover.

"My wife must think I'm a pervert..."

He mechanically scrolled through the voice messages, but didn't dare to listen to any of them. His wife didn't send him any more messages after that; the last message was from 5 hours ago.

So, does his wife really not want him anymore?

This realization caused his stomach to gradually cramp...