Ji Yang turned his head away, "It's none of your business."

"You were so dramatic holding my mother's ashes, but the next minute you're all lovey-dovey with other women. Ji Yang, do you even love my mother? Do you even love your Lanlan?"

“I love Lanlan,” Ji Yang retorted.

He loved Lanlan the most. In order to be with Lanlan, he was willing to give up everything, even his dignity as a human being, his pride as a man, and do the things he hated most.

No one can question his love for Lanlan.

"You love my mother, so why did you betray her?"

With just one sentence, Ji Xiaoxiao easily shattered Ji Yang's beautiful dream.

If you love her, why are you entangled with other women, making things unclear and ambiguous?

"I...I..." Ji Yang was speechless. He hurriedly rummaged through his pockets and took out a small bottle containing strong liquor.

Glug glug, Ji Yang chug straight from the bottle.

The child was alone on the sofa, happily drinking from his bottle. His tiny body wiggled and he almost fell off, but Ji Xiaoxiao reacted quickly and stopped him. She patted the child's back, and the child let out a burp.

As she escorted the child into the room, Ji Xiaoxiao slapped the dazed Ji Yang across the face. "Spare the rod and spoil the child," she thought, "maybe a beating will sober Ji Yang up."

"Hey, you hit me?"

Ji Yang's breath reeked of alcohol.

Ji Xiaoxiao waved her hand, snatched the small bottle from Ji Yang's hand, and poured out the strong liquor. Ji Yang cried out in distress, heartbroken.

"Give it back to me, give it back to me."

Give him back the bottle. Without strong liquor, he can't see Lanlan. If he does meet Lanlan, he can explain the whole story. Lanlan is understanding; she'll surely understand me.

To live a life of debauchery and indulgence is the greatest pleasure in life.

Unable to reason with Ji Xiaoxiao, Ji Yang tried to snatch it. Ji Xiaoxiao curled her lips into a smile and instead subdued Ji Yang. Ji Yang lay on the ground, clearly feeling the cold, strong liquor soaking his clothes.

"Spendthrift girl, spendthrift girl."

Ji Xiaoxiao threw the empty bottle away and picked up Ji Yang, tying him to a chair.

Ji Yang is a heavy drinker; if he continues to drink like this, he'll be dead in a few years, joining the original owner's mother in death. Therefore, given the current situation, the most urgent matter, and the one Ji Xiaoxiao needs to do first, is to help Ji Yang quit drinking.

Quitting alcohol is like quitting drugs; it simply won't work if you're not firm.

"What are you doing?" Ji Yang twisted his body, but he couldn't move.

Seeing that the rope was loose, Ji Xiaoxiao took another rope and wrapped it around Ji Yang again and again, binding him like a mummy.

"Let me go, let me go."

"I am your father, don't forget that."

Ji Yang was making a racket, but Ji Xiaoxiao ignored him completely.

the next day.

The drizzle turned into a downpour, and the fog and water droplets outside the window kept obscuring the view.

When Ji Xiaoxiao woke up, she took care of various things for the child, went out to cook porridge, cooled it down, and personally fed it to Ji Yang.

"I want wine." Ji Yang turned his head away.

Ji Yang felt unwell all over after not drinking for a whole night.

Ji Xiaoxiao put down her chopsticks. She wouldn't force Ji Yang; he would call her when he was hungry. Both of them were stubborn, but Ji Yang, in a weaker position, gave in on the third day he was tied up.

"I want to eat," he said weakly.

Ji Xiaoxiao brought over some white porridge and slowly fed him.

After eating and drinking his fill, Ji Yang said pitifully, "Just one sip, just one sip, give me a sip of wine."

If he hadn't been tied to the chair, Ji Yang might have knelt down on the spot.

Ji Xiaoxiao shook her head. "Too much alcohol is bad for your health. I'm doing this for your own good."

One day, two days, three days passed. Ji Xiaoxiao took care of the two children, keeping herself constantly busy, panting heavily, covered in sweat, and losing weight rapidly.

"Do you want to drink more?" Ji Xiaoxiao asked.

"I won't drink anymore, I won't drink anymore, please let me go."

Ji Xiaoxiao blinked, took a glass of wine, and held it to Ji Yang's lips.

Whether it's true or false, we'll only know by trying.

His eyes were downcast, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

With a slurp, a small bottle cap of wine was gone.

"Stay put."

One day, two days, three days... After repeating this cycle three times, Ji Yang successfully quit drinking. Ji Xiaoxiao's methods were a bit cruel, but ultimately it was for Ji Yang's own good.

The original owner's room.

Ji Xiaoxiao, wrapped in a bath towel, sat on the bed, casually drying her hair.

Suddenly, the space between the room and the outside began to distort, tear, and spin out into a black hole.

"My lord." Ji Xiaoxiao was astonished.

The adult emerged from the black hole.

"My lord, what brings you here?"

Ji Xiaoxiao grabbed the blanket from the bed and wrapped herself up tightly.

The adult glanced at Ji Xiaoxiao and rolled his eyes in boredom.

"I'm still not happy."

"Um?"

Ji Xiaoxiao is a monk who is two zhang tall. I'm completely baffled.

Is the adult still unhappy? Why is he unhappy? Is it related to me?

“I did as you suggested, but I’m not happy at all afterwards,” the adult said.

---Aside---

Thank you osthart for the monthly pass!

Thank you osthart for the monthly pass!

Thank you osthart for the monthly pass!

P.S.: The Dragon Boat Festival event has begun! Wishing everyone a thousand gold coins every time!

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