And then...
Lu Yibei woke up.
It was dawn.
He opened his eyes.
It's a little past eight o'clock.
In fact, he had woken up once earlier.
But that time it was pitch black, and he was holding a sweet and soft girl in his arms, everything was quite harmonious.
He didn't think much of it and continued to pass out.
Lu Yibei got up.
The good thing about having a low alcohol tolerance is that even if you have a hangover, you won't have a headache the next day.
"...Qingqian?"
"shallow?"
"Qianbao?"
"My little darling Qianqian?"
Lu Yibei called out as he walked out the door.
"Gurgle gurgle—"
He heard a reply coming from the bathroom.
When I went over to take a look, I saw his girlfriend brushing her teeth, but the way she was looking at me from the side seemed a bit fierce.
"Why are you up so early?" Lu Yibei asked, leaning against the door frame.
Ji Qingqian spat out the water in her mouth and replied calmly:
"Otherwise, what, do you end up like Young Master Lu, knocked out by a single glass of wine, sleeping until you die and never see the light of day again?"
Lu Yibei scratched his head and chuckled awkwardly.
—That's nonsense, Lady Ji.
—What cup? It's a sip.
"I already told you you can't drink anymore. You still want to drink? Fine, then drink however you want. I don't care anymore."
Ji Qingqian said coldly, "The room is warm, but the little girl's face looks like it's covered in frost."
Lu Yibei chuckled: "There's a reason."
Ji Qingqian didn't believe it: "Don't tell me it was my dad who forced you."
“No,” Lu Yibei said, it was a bit outrageous of him to pass the buck to Uncle Ji: “Shall I tell you?”
Ji Qingqian remained silent, but her sharp gaze signaled him to continue.
Lu Yibei remained silent. After grunting in response, he said, "Smile, and I'll tell you."
"Say it or don't, it's up to you." Ji Qingqian had an attitude of "Do you think I'm giving you face?"
It seems that Lu Yibei's disregard for advice has truly angered his girlfriend this time.
"After I finish speaking, if it satisfies you, can you hug me?" Lu Yibei asked tentatively.
Ji Qingqian replied indifferently, "If it satisfies me."
"Hmm~~"
Lu Yibei cleverly used a change of tone, and then instead of answering, asked, "Your dad must have been quite happy when he left yesterday, right?"
"What do you think?" Ji Qingqian rolled her eyes. "He's ecstatic."
He was initially flustered and at a loss.
After calling for Mrs. Ji, the two women were speechless and finally went to ask their daughter to come out.
—Mother Ji had heard from her daughter that Xiao Lu had a very low alcohol tolerance, so she had told her husband beforehand not to drink with Xiao Lu. But this time, when her husband said that Xiao Lu had barely drunk any alcohol, and that was all she had smelled, she still thought of a series of possible allergic reactions.
Finally, Ji Qingqian told them with a dark expression.
When he said, "It's just that he has a low alcohol tolerance," not only Old Man Ji, but even Old Man Ji's mother burst into laughter on the sofa.
—I must say, Xiao Lu's drinking habits are pretty good. He just falls asleep when he's drunk.
—But feelings are like getting drunk after just one drink! The wine is indeed of good quality, but I'll probably have to say goodbye to alcohol for the rest of my life.
"As long as you smiled, that's enough."
Lu Yibei laughed: "Your dad drank quite a bit yesterday and confided some things to me—you know, my dear, someone like me usually doesn't speak his mind. He said it while he was drunk, and he'll definitely be embarrassed when he sobers up. But I made a scene, and we were both quite embarrassed, so it's not worth mentioning. We can both tacitly let it go."
Ji Qingqian blinked.
This was indeed something she hadn't expected.
“As for the first time we went to the restaurant, I wanted to drink because Aunt Ji and you were so nice to me, it seemed like Uncle Ji was being neglected. I had to show my appreciation—sometimes showing appreciation doesn’t necessarily have to rely on good qualities to make people happy; ‘showing weakness’ is also part of it,” Lu Yibei said. “That way, Uncle Ji will feel more at ease.”
Ji Qing thought about it for a moment.
She didn't say anything.
She simply walked up to Lu Yibei, reached out her arms, and hugged him.
"I'll make you dumplings."
Lu Yibei: "I can do it myself."
"No, otherwise why do you think I woke up so early?"
Ji Qingqian refused: "You should brush your teeth and wash your face first. I'll call you when you're ready."
"Mm." Lu Yibei smiled.
Ji Qingqian skipped lightly to the kitchen, humming a little tune as she started cooking the dumplings she had made yesterday.
When the dumplings were half-cooked, she gently stirred them with a spatula, then gasped as if waking from a dream:
"No! Lu Yibei!"
"You said you wanted to show weakness, but you didn't have to start drinking at the very beginning of the meal, did you?"
"You should at least wait until you've eaten your fill before you drink."
"—You just want to drink!!"
Lu Yibei: "..."
Hehe.
…
Old Man Ji and Mother Ji woke up quite early as well.
After the two finished breakfast together, Old Man Ji took off his pajamas and looked quite energetic.
Mrs. Ji glanced at her husband: "What are you doing?"
"When are we going to Qingqian's house today?" Old Man Ji asked.
Mrs. Ji: "...When did you say we were going to Qingqian's house again today?"
Old Man Ji: "Why not go to my daughter's house for the New Year? Staying at home is too boring—it's Xiao Lu's first time in Northeast China, shouldn't we take him sightseeing?"
Mrs. Ji narrowed her eyes and immediately guessed her husband's little scheme:
"Do you want to see your daughter or your son-in-law?"
"Of course I want to see my daughter," Old Man Ji said righteously.
"Oh, so you're not denying that Xiao Lu is your son-in-law?" Mrs. Ji teased.
Old Man Ji paused for a moment, then sighed:
"Actually, I think Xiao Lu isn't really suitable to be my son-in-law..."
Mrs. Ji rolled her eyes: "What's wrong? The only thing I've lacked since I met Xiao Lu is his drinking capacity, but he's fine without alcohol. You can't deny that he's such a good son-in-law just because he can't hold his liquor, can you?"
Old Man Ji paused for a moment before continuing:
That's not what I meant.
"and you?"
"Why don't I have a son like that?"
Ji's mother: ...
Is the pressure in the relationship now on Qingqian's side?
…
What else can you do but pamper your boyfriend?
After Ji Qingqian finished cooking the dumplings, she prepared soy sauce and vinegar, and even chopped some garlic for Lu Yibei.
She appeared aggressive, but was actually gentle and virtuous as she served him the dumplings.
“I’ve poisoned you, but you’ll die from eating it!” she said.
“Then I’m willing to do it,” Lu Yibei said.
He had barely exchanged a few words with his girlfriend.
My phone vibrated; a call was coming in.
“…Xu Che”.
Lu Yibei said to Ji Qingqian, then answered the phone: "No, this is so rare, calling me so early in the morning?"
Xu Che seemed to breathe a sigh of relief:
"Oh, you're still alive... I wished you a Happy New Year last night, but you didn't reply. I thought you were dead!"
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