It's 10 p.m.
Zhong Tingyue helped her mother, Gao Ruoyun, into the room, then took the hangover soup. She glared at Chu Fang, who scratched the back of his head and grinned sheepishly.
He had hoped to get away with it, but the other party had already seen through his intentions. He gently twisted his arm and said in a slightly arrogant tone, "Get out."
It wasn't my fault... Chu Fang pouted.
You were the one who suggested it and found all sorts of excuses to drink, but you didn't get me drunk. You got your own mother drunk instead, and then you blamed me.
Women are truly incomprehensible creatures.
Zhong Tingyue held her mother and slowly poured the hangover soup into Gao Ruoyun's mouth. After a moment, the latter opened her eyes slightly, her expression became more clear, and she murmured softly, as if she were saying something.
She didn't listen carefully to what her mother was saying. Instead, she took a hot towel and wiped her mother's face and body. After she finished, she put her mother down, covered her with a blanket, and adjusted the air conditioner to bring the room to a comfortable temperature.
After everything was done, Gao Ruoyun was sound asleep, and Zhong Tingyue turned off the light and left the room.
Stepping out of the room, she saw Chu Fang still sitting at the table, sipping his wine, and she was immediately furious: "You've already gotten my mother drunk, and you're still drinking?"
"Don't make false accusations," Chu Fang said calmly. "I didn't pour wine for your mother. She poured it herself. I don't know how much she can drink. What can I do? I have to figure it out myself."
"However, your mother has a good alcohol tolerance; she almost got me drunk. But the devil is one foot tall, and the righteous are ten feet tall. I, your brother, finally won. Come on, pour me a drink!"
Zhong Tingyue sat down beside him, poured him a full glass of wine, and said softly, "My mother used to have a history of getting my father drunk."
She got Zhong Ping drunk, which gave her the opportunity to get close to him, become his lover, and eventually his wife, leading to the two sisters she is today.
“My mother is drunk, I’ll drink with you.” Zhong Tingyue poured herself a glass.
"I won't drink, I won't drink." Chu Fang shook his head. "You're just like your mother. When you're drunk, you lose your senses, you have no manners, and you talk nonsense."
Gao Ruoyun was drunk and wouldn't let go of Chu Fang's hand. She kept chattering away, talking about all sorts of things, including her love story with Zhong Ping, her concern for her two daughters, and embarrassing things that happened to Zhong Tingyue when she was a child.
At kindergarten, the teacher asked each student in Zhong Tingyue's class to bring a knife to sharpen their pencils. The next day, she pulled out a rusty kitchen knife from her denim backpack.
This incident became one of the few times in Zhong Tingyue's life that she acted "intelligence-defying," and it was often brought up by Gao Ruoyun.
Actually, listening to Zhong Tingyue's embarrassing stories is quite interesting, and you can understand this woman from multiple perspectives. However, as the drinking progressed, Gao Ruoyun completely lost consciousness and pulled Chu Fang to prepare to become sworn siblings.
Good heavens, even Chu Fang couldn't hold back at that moment.
I wanted to be your son-in-law, but you wanted to be my older sister.
Is this appropriate?
Not suitable!
Faced with Zhong Tingyue's cold and awkward gaze, Chu Fang had no choice but to refuse.
He lost the chance to be Zhong Tingyue's uncle.
"You mean... won't your mother feel embarrassed when she wakes up tomorrow?" Chu Fang asked.
"Yes." Zhong Tingyue shrugged. "But letting the two of you drink is the only way I can think of to break the ice."
Chu Fang gazed intently at his girlfriend's exquisite face, which seemed like a work of art meticulously sculpted by heaven. At this moment, she was no longer a fairy, but a devil. He then said, "Your mother is truly blessed to have a daughter like you..."
She got her own mother drunk in front of her future son-in-law, revealing her true colors.
This is outrageous!
Zhong Tingyue pretended to kick him, then downed the wine in her glass in one gulp, and went into the room, closing the door with a bang.
Chu Fang swayed leisurely, humming softly, "The common people are truly, truly happy today..."
... ...
In the Central Plains, thousands of miles away, a light rain was falling.
Zhong Ping squatted in front of the door, gazing at the night sky, tightened his clothes, and whispered, "Wife, come back quickly, I've been starving all day."
At this moment, Zhong Ping felt lonely, desolate, sad, and heartbroken... a mix of complex emotions welled up in his heart.
He hadn't noticed it while Gao Ruoyun was around, but after she left, he realized how good it was to have a wife; at least he wouldn't go hungry.
As for the thirty yuan Gao Ruoyun gave him, it had already been laundered at the card table.
The wind and rain were fierce, the weather was freezing cold, and we were starving...
"Pingzi, what are you doing squatting by the door?" Just then, Zou Biao, the husband of Dai Xiuhua, the neighbor next door, and also Zhong Ping's good friend, asked while holding an umbrella.
"Oh, I'm thinking." Zhong Ping stood up, straightening his back despite being starving.
He used to complain about Gao Ruoyun behind her back, saying that leaving his wife was like a dragon entering the sea, a vast and boundless expanse. He spoke with such conviction back then, but now he couldn't reveal that he missed his wife.
That would be so embarrassing.
"Thinking my ass, is your brain even used for thinking?" Zou Biao said mercilessly, "You just miss your wife."
"no."
“Yes!” Zou Biao said, “I saw it long ago, you just can’t live without your wife.”
"You don't know anything!"
"My wife made a midnight snack, do you want some?"
"I have been thinking about Gao Ruoyun, but it's not lingering affection, it's... respect. You wouldn't understand." Zhong Ping frowned slightly, then said righteously, "Come on, let's go eat. What did your wife make? Get out your cured meat and pig's trotters. We've been brothers since childhood, don't be stingy..."
Dignity is precious, but hunger is even more valuable.
Right now, Zhong Ping doesn't want to think about matters of dignity; he just wants to fill his stomach.
That's the important thing!
... ...
At dawn, the sun had already risen in the east, painting half the sky red.
Chu Fang opened his eyes, turned his head, and looked at the woman next to the pillow. Her sleeping posture was natural and elegant. One hand was gently placed on her chest, and the other hand was naturally placed at her side, forming a harmonious curve. Her hair was casually scattered on the pillow, as smooth as silk, with a few strands occasionally falling beside her cheeks, adding to her gentleness.
I don't know when she developed this bad habit, but this woman always likes to climb into my bed at night and sleep next to me.
Actually, it didn't matter. Chu Fang understood, after all, he was so handsome.
The bad thing is that this woman only goes to bed and doesn't do any real work.
To him, what difference is there between this and carrying a bomb?
As if sensing the gaze, Zhong Tingyue's eyelashes fluttered, her eyes opened, and the world brightened. The two looked at each other quietly.
"Ms. Zhong, can't you have any sense of boundaries?"
What does "border" feel like?
"Sense of boundaries".
"What sense of boundaries?"
“... ..."
You just woke up and your brain isn't 'booting up' yet, right?
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