When I looked at the time, it was already past two in the morning.
Didn’t he get off work together with Fu Jinan?
Why did he go drinking with He Ting and the others? From what He Ting said, Fu Jinan was not there.
I called again, but the phone was turned off. I guess it was out of battery.
I had no choice but to change my clothes and go out, then take a taxi to their usual place where they usually get together, a private club.
When we arrived, most people had already left.
Only He Ting and Lu Shiyan were left in the box.
There is also Fu Qichuan, who is wearing a haute couture suit, with his long legs crossed and sleeping soundly on the sofa.
As soon as he saw me, He Ting looked helpless, "Sister-in-law, I don't know what's wrong with Brother Chuan today. He kept drinking with Shi Yan and I couldn't stop him."
“…”
I vaguely guessed what the reason was.
He still stubbornly believed that there was something between Lu Shiyan and me.
I think all men are like this. They can do anything they want, but they will never allow their wives to have any chance of cheating on them.
Even this possibility was just his groundless suspicion.
I looked apologetically at the elegant and gentle Lu Shiyan sitting beside me, "Senior, are you still tired? I brought some hangover medicine, would you like to take some?"
He probably drank quite a bit of wine, and his eyes were blurry.
"Tuo."
Lu Shiyan regained some consciousness, looked up at me, his cheeks flushed and his eyes bright, like a primary school student waiting for candy.
I took out the medicine and placed it in his palm, then handed him a glass of water. "I'm so sorry for making you drink so much."
"Don't mention it. He doesn't know what he's doing. Brother Chuan tried to get him drunk, and we all tried to stop him, but he just drank it all in one gulp!"
He Ting complained, and before I could think of anything else, he handed me the car keys: "Can you drive?"
"Um."
I walked to Fu Qichuan's side, resisting the stench of alcohol, and leaned over to pat his face. "Fu Qichuan, wake up. It's time to go home."
Fu Qichuan frowned and opened his eyes irritably. When he saw it was me, he suddenly smiled like an idiot, "Wife."
As he spoke, his big hand wrapped around my hand.
The dry palms felt cool.
He Ting smiled even more foolishly, quite proudly, "Look, sister-in-law, it's a good thing I didn't ask Fu Jinan to come, otherwise she would have been so angry that she would have died."
Only in the corner, Lu Shiyan lowered his head slightly and said nothing.
I wanted to pull my hand out, but the drunk man was even stronger than when he was sober, and I didn't move at all.
We can only let him go.
He Ting helped me get him into the car, then turned around to look for Lu Shiyan who was also drunk.
I got in the car and the first thing I did was roll down the window.
I didn’t mind the smell of alcohol before, but today I can’t help but feel nauseous when I smell it.
At this point, the road is smooth.
I was woken up in the middle of the night, and considering what happened during the day, I was furious and stepped on the accelerator and brake several times.
Fu Qichuan seemed to be annoyed by the bumpy ride and murmured impatiently, "Qin Ze, slow down!"
"Not even a little slower." I blurted out.
"vomit……"
"Don't vomit." I instantly got goosebumps all over my body.
"vomit……"
"Swallow it!"
I was utterly annoyed. Ever since I was little, I've been terrified of seeing people vomiting, and I can't stand the sound of it either. Now that I'm pregnant, it's even more unacceptable.
I have no doubt that if he vomited, I would immediately vomit all my dinner.
"belch--"
My tense nerves finally relaxed when I heard him burp and then calm down.
About ten minutes later, the car slowly drove into the yard.
"We're home, Fu Qichuan." I spoke as I opened the car door.
Unexpectedly, the unconscious drunk man fell over as I opened the door.
I frowned and had to support him with my head held high. "Can you use your strength?"
No response.
He could only call to wake up Aunt Liu who was sleeping soundly, and help Fu Qichuan into the room.
"Young Madam, do you need my help?" asked Aunt Liu.
"No, go back to sleep."
I'm a little sorry to disturb your sweet dreams. I don't want to cause you any more trouble.
After Aunt Liu left, I endured the nausea caused by the smell of alcohol, bent down to help Fu Qichuan take off his leather shoes and tie, and stood up to go downstairs.
When she turned around, she found that her hand was suddenly held by him.
He closed his eyes and murmured: "Wife..."
“…”
I didn't actually think he was calling me.
It is more likely that he and Fu Jinan have developed to the point where they call each other husband and wife.
I reached out and pried open his eyelids, "Fu Qichuan, look carefully at who I am."
"Wife..."
He didn't cooperate, and while turning over to avoid my movements, he held my hands closer and whispered, "Ruan Nanzhi, my wife is Ruan Nanzhi."
My heart suddenly trembled.
Then I told myself rationally that he was just drunk.
Don't take it seriously.
When he is sober, he will only choose others.
I pursed my lips and said calmly, "Really? But you don't like her at all. It must be hard for you to marry a woman you don't like."
Every word he said to my grandfather in the office is clearly engraved in my heart.
Ruan Nanzhi, stop being confused.
“It’s not hard…”
He rubbed the back of my hand, his cold face showing a bit of satisfaction, and said drunkenly: "My wife is very pretty, she is the prettiest woman."
"My eyes are not blind."
After marrying into the Fu family, I have done everything perfectly for the elders and Fu Qichuan.
Even if he doesn't like me, he can't find any fault with this.
Fu Qichuan murmured a few words that I couldn't hear clearly, and perhaps he thought there was no one around, so he fell asleep again.
After he fell asleep, I pulled my hand away and went downstairs to make him some sobering soup.
After drinking too much, he would easily wake up in the middle of the night. After drinking a bowl of sobering soup, he would not feel dizzy due to a hangover the next day.
It may be a habit I have developed over the past three years. Even though the divorce agreement has been signed and I have moved out of this home that no longer belongs to me, I still subconsciously take care of him.
It was only after I took the soft-cooked ingredients out of the boiling pot that I realized what had happened and slapped my forehead in frustration.
What are you doing?
I want to leave, but I don't want to waste time.
Forget it, I'll just do a good deed and take care of the stray dogs today.
I found a reasonable excuse for myself.
After the soup was cooked and the herbs were filtered out, I took the sobering soup upstairs.
I originally wanted to put it on the bedside and leave, but as soon as I walked to the bed, I was met with a pair of dark eyes.
I was stunned, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable. "Awake?"
"Um."
"This, this is the hangover soup I made for you."
I put the soup bowl on the bedside like a guilty thief. "If you want to drink, drink it. If you don't want to drink it, it's okay if you pour it out."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was about to flee.
Unexpectedly, the man who was drunk and unconscious half an hour ago suddenly stretched out his long arms and locked my waist tightly.
"Wife, don't divorce me, okay?"
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