Rong Yan dialed her own number, leading Shen Xingzhi to mistakenly believe it was Yu Wenhao's.
The woman, whose consciousness was clouded, had no idea who she was talking to.
She was just venting her emotions into the receiver, and then hung up immediately.
After hanging up the phone, Shen Xingzhi got off the stool, huddled under the bar, buried her head in her knees, and said, "My heart really aches, Rong Yan, it hurts so much. Why should I care whether she lives or dies? Let her make a scene, I'll call the police every time she does..."
When she said these words, Shen Xingzhi acted as if she wasn't drunk.
Rong Yan squatted down with her best friend, and she put her head on Shen Xingzhi's shoulder to listen to her talk.
After arriving at the bar, Fu Jingsheng searched around but couldn't find his wife.
I made a phone call and found Rong Yan and Shen Xingzhi squatting on the ground.
"Are you drunk?" Fu Jingsheng asked.
"Hmm, getting drunk every now and then is really bad for her health. What should we do?" Rong Yan was very worried, but if she didn't let Shen Xingzhi drink, she was afraid that she would have nowhere to vent her emotions and get sick from holding it in.
“Take us to our home.” Rong Yan stood up.
"Wife, give me a hand." Fu Jingsheng and Rong Yan helped Shen Xingzhi into the car.
“We’re moving to Linglong Garden next week, and there aren’t any extra rooms. If she continues to drink like this, we’ll have to send her home. But you’re not comfortable leaving her home alone, are you?” Fu Jingsheng didn’t spell it out, but Rong Yan understood his unspoken meaning.
"I know, I'll talk to her. This is bad for her health, and I can't take care of her all the time. Xiaoyun and the others are about to start school, and my family needs me."
Shen Xingzhi was half asleep, but she seemed to hear the conversation.
The woman suddenly looked up: "Don't worry, it won't affect your reunion."
“Xingzhi, that’s not what we meant,” Rong Yan explained, but Shen Xingzhi fell asleep again the next second.
At Yushui Bay, all the servants had gone to bed, so Rongyan had to take her best friend to her room herself and help her change her clothes.
It was already 1 a.m. when I went upstairs.
Fu Jingsheng laid out the blankets and waited for his wife to come over.
Rong Yan was so tired that she didn't even want to remove her makeup.
She twisted her neck and leaned back on the sofa for a while.
Fu Jingsheng took a basin of water and said, "Tell me how to do it, and I'll help you."
Rong Yan wrapped her arms around her husband's waist: "Honey, don't rush around, stay with me for a while."
The woman rubbed her cheek against the man's abs and said, "Honey, I feel so happy. Compared to Xingzhi and the others, I'm so much happier."
When Rongyan listened to her best friend's complaints that night, she wanted to give her husband a big hug.
She went on and on, expressing her feelings.
Fu Jingsheng leaned down, pinched Rong Yan's chin, and kissed her lips: "Me too. After listening to Fu Jingchen talk about his private life today, I also feel very happy. We have always been so in sync."
"So you only like my body, right?" Rong Yan tilted her head back and blinked as she asked.
"Only like your body? Is that even possible?" Fu Jingsheng retorted.
“It’s impossible, honey, I think so.” Rong Yan’s hands restlessly slipped inside the man’s clothes.
Fu Jingsheng stood up straight, completely defenseless against the woman's intense gaze.
He picked up Rong Yan and placed her on the bed: "Lie still and don't move."
"No, I need to take a shower first." Rong Yan got up and went into the bathroom to rinse off.
Fu Jingsheng stood at the door frame and looked inside. If he hadn't been worried that Rong Yan would get tired of standing, he would have rushed in.
After wiping the water droplets off his wife, he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.
Rong Yan kept her arm around Fu Jingsheng's neck, her eyes never leaving his face.
The woman's eyes were filled with longing, and Fu Jingsheng's face was reflected in her pupils.
He took off his clothes as he walked.
Rong Yan was placed on a pillow, her fair skin visible beneath a half-covered bath towel.
Fu Jingsheng ran his fingers over her shoulder blade and said, "Wife, you've lost weight."
Rong Yan had really had a tough time lately. She looked so tiny lying on the bed, and Fu Jingsheng was afraid that if he pressed down on her, he would break her.
He suddenly couldn't bear it: "Or go to sleep."
Rong Yan hooked her foot around Fu Jingsheng's calf: "I don't want to sleep, I want to."
She really wanted to be awake today. Even though she had been yawning non-stop while drinking with Shen Xingzhi tonight, she wasn't sleepy at all now that she was next to Fu Jingsheng.
Rong Yan's fingertips slid across Fu Jingsheng's neck, landing on his pectoral muscles, and she massaged them in circles with her palms.
Fu Jingsheng lost all reason.
He pressed himself against the woman, and the bedroom was filled with a scene of passionate intimacy, with the blankets and the man's clothes lying on the floor.
When Rong Yan woke up, she felt like she was about to fall apart.
She sat up, pressing against the bed frame.
Fu Jingsheng went to the factory area early.
When Rong Yan went downstairs, she found that Shen Xingzhi had already gotten up.
"Rong Yan." Seeing her best friend, Shen Xingzhi walked over and said, "I'm sorry for bothering you again yesterday. I promise this is the last time."
"What are you sorry for? Are you feeling better today?"
Shen Xingzhi nodded.
Have you had breakfast?
"No, I'm waiting for you." Shen Xingzhi took Rong Yan's arm. "Did I call Yu Wenhao again last night? I remember doing that, but it's not in the call log. Did I use your phone?"
Shen Xingzhi regretted it as soon as she woke up in the morning.
Rong Yan recounted what had happened last night, and Shen Xingzhi breathed a sigh of relief upon learning that she hadn't made the call.
Yu Wenhao was also completely drunk.
Yu Wenhao's home in the North.
Mrs. Yu never expected that her son had hidden alcohol under the bed. He drank the whole bottle while she was asleep that night and vomited all over the floor.
Before dawn, when Yu's mother got up to go to the fields, she smelled a pungent odor as soon as she entered the living room.
When I opened my son's door, I saw the room was a complete mess.
She spent a long time mopping the floor and changing the sheets.
The more she cleaned up, the angrier she became; her son had never drunk like this before.
It's all that woman's fault.
Yu's mother nudged Yu Wenhao's shoulder: "Wenhao, are you feeling unwell? You've drunk so much."
Yu Wenhao groggily opened his eyes and frowned when he saw his mother: "My head hurts, I want to sleep, don't wake me."
He turned over, his back to his mother.
Mrs. Yu sighed and went out.
Mr. Yu sat at the door smoking. When he saw his wife, he stubbed out his cigarette and said, "Honey, have you ever thought that Wenhao will die if he continues like this? Is this the kind of son you want? Forget about work, he can't even live a normal life anymore."
When Mrs. Yu heard her husband say discouraging things, she got even angrier: "Let him drink for a few days, and after his headache lasts a few more days, he'll stop drinking on his own without us having to tell him."
"Are you planning to get up so early every day and work for several hours every day?" Mr. Yu asked, looking at his panting wife.
"You come tomorrow, and we can take turns, or we can set an alarm tonight and check on each other from time to time," Mrs. Yu suggested, as she had a good idea.
"Fine, I'm going to work now. There's nothing I can do about you." Mr. Yu patted his knees and left.
When Yu Wenhao woke up, he noticed that his phone was missing from the bedside table. He immediately questioned his mother, asking if she had secretly read his messages while he was drunk.
Both of them were angry and started arguing again.
Yu's mother cried and cursed Shen Xingzhi. Yu Wenhao was furious and punched the door. Yu's mother saw that the door had a hole in it and started tearing at her son.
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