Rong Yan and Han Yue looked at each other in bewilderment.
After a few dozen seconds of stunned silence, Han Yue rubbed her ears and asked, "Rong Yan, am I hallucinating? Did Jing Sheng just speak?"
“I wasn’t hallucinating. I already experienced it on the way here.” Rong Yan glanced at Fu Jingsheng sideways. “Can’t you stand up by yourself?”
"Yes." Fu Jingsheng tried to support himself, but his arms were weak, and he swayed and fell down again in less than a minute.
"I don't think it's going to work," Han Yue clicked her tongue. "Call a security guard over to help."
Finally, Fu Jingsheng was carried upstairs by three people.
Rong Yan asked the security guard to put him on the sofa, gave the guard a bottle of water to thank him, and then closed the door.
Han Yue brought over some hangover soup.
Fu Jingsheng closed his eyes and remained silent.
"Have a little something to drink." Han Yue squeezed his shoulder. "After you finish, go to your room."
Upon hearing the words "go to the room," the man suddenly opened his mouth.
"Mom, go to sleep. I'll take care of things here."
Han Yue was still worried: "I'll go with you, what if he still can't walk later?"
"I can walk." Fu Jingsheng swayed as he got up and went to the bedroom; he had to walk, no matter what.
Rong Yan helped him, and they stumbled and fell all the way to finally climb onto the bed.
Seeing her son go into his room, Han Yue walked away with a sense of relief.
The bedroom door was closed.
Rong Yan was helping her husband take off his clothes. Just as she unbuckled his belt, Fu Jingsheng grabbed her hand and said, "Wife, I want a kiss."
He pouted as he spoke.
Rong Yan slapped the man's mouth with her palm: "Kiss you my foot, you reek of alcohol. Let me change your clothes and wipe you down a bit, you can't take a shower like this."
Unexpectedly, the man who had been walking unsteadily and seemed completely powerless suddenly regained his strength in his legs. He leaned over Rong Yan, pressing her buttocks down, and she ended up lying on his chest.
Rong Yan tried to get up, but found that Fu Jingsheng was very strong.
"Fu Jingsheng, you're faking it, aren't you? You're doing it on purpose," Rong Yan said, biting the man's shoulder.
Fu Jingsheng seemed to feel no pain. He smiled and said, "I wasn't pretending. I really couldn't stand up. Everything in front of me was blurry. Wife, give me a kiss."
"No kissing, let's go to sleep." Rong Yan slid down and crawled out of Fu Jingsheng's arms.
"If you don't behave, I'm going to sleep in the study." Rong Yan stood by the bed, hands on her hips, enunciating each word clearly.
"No, then take off my clothes." Fu Jingsheng opened his arms.
Rong Yan helped him change into his pajamas and then rinsed him with warm water.
"Alright, go inside by yourself, I'll tidy up," Rong Yan said, patting Fu Jingsheng's arm.
Fu Jingsheng slowly moved over.
After throwing her dirty clothes into the bathroom, Rong Yan took a shower and returned to her room. She quietly climbed into bed and turned off the light.
She thought Fu Jingsheng was asleep, but as soon as she laid down her pillow, Fu Jingsheng suddenly hugged her and said, "I won't sleep without a kiss."
Rong Yan had no choice but to kiss him.
Her lips lightly touched Fu Jingsheng's, and as she tried to pull away, Fu Jingsheng cupped the back of her head with his hand and deepened the kiss.
The three of them got drunk that night, and only he could open his wife's door. Fu Jingsheng felt that having a wife was just right and he was very happy, so he wanted to act cute in front of his wife when he got back and make good use of her.
"Okay, go to sleep. We need to get up early tomorrow." Rong Yan pulled the blanket up a little higher, standing between the two of them.
“Come up here and sleep,” Fu Jingsheng said, pointing to the crook of his arm.
Rong Yan rested her head on the pillow. This man was drunk, yet he still thought of hugging her. Rong Yan was touched for a moment.
The next day, Li Yun overslept because he had blacked out from drinking the night before, and missed his flight.
When he opened his eyes, he found it was already past nine o'clock. The room was unfamiliar, with floral quilts, a mahogany bed, and small floral wallpaper. It didn't look like a hotel.
The man jumped up instantly, wondering if he had done something drunk.
Ge Tian knew Li Yun's takeoff time. He had called him several times, but Li Yun was sound asleep each time. He told him, "If we don't have time, we won't fly. It's okay if we're a little late."
Later, when it was almost time, Ge Tian simply stopped calling him and told Li Yun to get some sleep.
After putting on his shoes, Li Yun checked his clothes, which were all on him. He opened the door and peeked out; it seemed like someone's house.
Unable to hear any noise outside, Li Yun walked towards the living room.
Ge Tian sat on the sofa with a laptop on his lap. Hearing footsteps, he looked up and said, "Brother Li, you're finally awake."
Upon seeing Ge Tian, Li Yun breathed a sigh of relief: "So I was at your house. I was so scared. I thought I had drunk too much and left with a stranger."
"Would I leave you outside alone?" Ge Tian stood up and called for the aunt to bring breakfast.
"After drinking like crazy for two days in a row, my hangover ability is noticeably worse this time. I can't leave this morning. I'll book an afternoon flight. I won't eat breakfast. Could you please take me to the hotel to get my luggage?" Li Yun felt very thirsty and could only drink some water; he couldn't swallow anything else.
"Okay." Ge Tian ordered someone to pour a glass of milk.
After finishing the drink, he took Li Yun to the hotel.
Lanshan Garden.
Fu Jingsheng didn't seem to be in a good mood after waking up.
He stared blankly at the ceiling, his eyes wide open.
"What are you doing?" Rong Yan asked. "Are you feeling unwell?"
"Heart," the man blurted out.
"Is there something wrong with your heart? Get up and go to the hospital right away. Why are you trying to be brave if you can't drink?" Rong Yan said nervously.
“It’s not a physiological heart, it’s a psychological heart. Rong Yan, I’m not convinced. Why is it that when you’re drunk, you want something and I give it to you, and I give it to you generously, but when it comes to me, you’re disgusted with me at first glance?”
Rong Yan was both amused and exasperated.
"What?!"
"Don't think I don't remember anything. Didn't you reject me last night?" Fu Jingsheng hadn't lost his temper.
Rong Yan wanted to lie, but before she could speak, Fu Jingsheng said, "Don't try to lie to me. I know everything. You're threatening me. If you keep making a scene, you can sleep in the study."
Rong Yan: ……
"You're not drunk," the woman concluded.
"Yes, I was testing you. I figured it out right away, didn't I?" Fu Jingsheng teased deliberately.
At this point, only actions can prove it.
Rong Yan cupped the man's face and kissed him forcefully: "You're disgusted with you? You didn't even brush your teeth this morning, yet you still kissed me. Yesterday, I saw you could barely stand, and you were still having impure thoughts. I was worried your body couldn't handle it."
"That seems to make sense. I'll trust you this once." Fu Jingsheng finally gave up.
Han Yue went out early in the morning to pick out a ping-pong table with Lao Deng at the sporting goods market.
All that was needed after renting the house was to clean out all the stuff inside, and Lao Deng hired three workers to do the cleaning.
"Xiao Han, with you accompanying me on the shopping trip, I feel like I'm actually living a normal life here." Old Deng finally blurted out his thoughts after holding back for a long time.
"What do you mean by 'living a normal life'? At most, it's just going shopping, hehe."
"Really, I feel like I've lived a real life, and I feel like I've started a business with my wife." Old Deng quietly reached out and hooked his index finger around Han Yue's little finger.
Han Yue blushed immediately; there were so many people coming and going in the market, how embarrassing!
She covered her hands with the sun-protective clothing that came with her slippers.
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