Jiang Shiyue refused to let go and held Chen Shanhe even harder with both hands. "I am indeed drunk! Otherwise, how could I see you? I thought I would only be able to see you in the newspaper like last time!"
Chen Shanhe paused pulling her hand, then relaxed his grip, letting her rub and pinch his face, causing him pain.
Jiang Shiyue suddenly shook her head and frowned in disdain: "The hallucination is worse than the dream! In the dream, at least you can do whatever I want you to do! Why do you always frown in the hallucination? It's not cute at all!"
Chen Shanhe: “…”
"Alas! Don't even mention the dream. The real Chen Shanhe is so wooden, but not as dumb as you in the illusion." Jiang Shiyue curled her lips and continued to disdain, "We haven't seen each other for so long. I said I missed you, but you didn't say you missed me, didn't hug me, didn't kiss me, and didn't..."
She said disgust, but her hand slid down from his face.
Chen Shanhe quickly grabbed her hand and changed the subject, "Jiang Shiyue."
Jiang Shiyue frowned and looked at Chen Shanhe, confusion in her blurred eyes. She seemed to not understand why Chen Shanhe was so cold to her, and not only that, he also rejected her request for...love.
"I ask you, who am I?"
"Chen Shanhe!" Jiang Shiyue was even more confused and wanted to reach out to pinch his face, but Chen Shanhe grabbed her hand and stopped her.
"Who are you then?"
Jiang Shiyue shook her head, trying to make the Chen Shanhe in front of her clearer, but the movement made her even more dizzy. The Chen Shanhe in front of her turned from one into two. She covered her head, wailed, and closed her eyes.
A trace of heartache flashed in Chen Shanhe's eyes. His lips moved. He looked in the direction of the thermos again, then stood up and walked towards the kitchen.
After a few seconds, Jiang Shiyue regained consciousness and opened her eyes to see that Chen Shanhe was gone. Undeterred, she looked around and almost made herself dizzy. Anger welled up in her heart, and she yelled, "Chen Shanhe, you bastard!"
Chen Shanhe was busy cutting white radish in the kitchen when his hand shook and he almost cut himself.
"Chen Shanhe, you are just a piece of wood!"
"Chen Shanhe, you're such a scumbag! You're flirting everywhere!"
"Oooooh! Don't tell me you miss me! Don't kiss me!"
“…”
Chen Shanhe in the kitchen listened to Jiang Shiyue's scolding with a complicated expression. His hands kept moving. He quickly threw the chopped radish into the pot before walking out.
Jiang Shiyue knelt and lay on the sofa, still cursing, but his voice was getting smaller and smaller.
"You are the worst of all. You look like a rough guy who doesn't understand romance, but in fact, you are a womanizer. When we were in the repair camp, Zhang Cui targeted me every day because of you! Now that you are in the flight brigade, that Xu..." Jiang Shiyue burped, and his thoughts were in a mess.
His alcohol-numbed brain wasn't as sharp as usual. He was silent for a moment, then muttered to himself, "Huh? Where were we just now?"
Seeing her frowning and looking painful, still confused, Chen Shanhe couldn't help but remind her, "Xu."
"Oh!" Jiang Shiyue nodded. "Thank you. Xu Li, do you have a past with us?"
Chen Shanhe: “…”
His expression turned into something indescribable, and he scolded, “Don’t talk nonsense.”
"Who's talking nonsense? If she's not having an affair with you, why is she always targeting me? Today she tried to sow discord in front of the other sisters-in-law. Last time she gave me a flowerpot, she even buried something in it. Who knows how she might be trying to frame me!"
Chen Shanhe's eyes changed drastically. He rushed to the sofa and asked, "What's buried in the flowerpot?"
Jiang Shiyue's voice became very low by the end of her speech, and she was about to fall asleep.
Chen Shanhe knelt on one knee beside the sofa and patted Jiang Shiyue on the face, "Yueyue, wake up! What's buried in the flowerpot?"
Chen Shanhe felt that he didn't use much effort, but Jiang Shiyue's face turned red instantly, which was very glaring under the dim light.
He suddenly couldn't take any more pictures, so he turned and went to the kitchen, poured a bowl of carrot soup from the pot and placed it on the coffee table. He then helped Jiang Shiyue up and let her lean against the back of the sofa.
He held Jiang Shiyue's chin with one hand, and with the other hand, he scooped a spoonful of carrot soup and blew on it twice. After making sure it was not hot, he forced the soup into her mouth.
This posture and feeding method made Jiang Shiyue uncomfortable, and he frowned and wanted to hide.
Chen Shanhe didn't agree with her and pinched her chin to prevent her from dodging.
Jiang Shiyue, who couldn't escape, twisted a few times and struggled to wake herself up. When she saw Chen Shanhe in front of her, the anger that had accumulated on her face instantly disappeared.
"Huh? Chen Shanhe? When did you come back? Didn't you leave just now?"
Chen Shanhe: “…”
"No, I went to make you some hangover soup."
Jiang Shiyue sniffed, not rejecting the taste, and drank two sips from Chen Shanhe's hand, saying in disgust: "It's so unpalatable!"
There is no taste at all.
Chen Shanhe laughed angrily: "What can a hangover soup taste like?"
Jiang Shiyue put the bowl down and refused to drink any more. "I don't want to sober up! I want it this way."
"Why?"
"Because this is the only way I can see you! You don't know how much I miss you." Jiang Shiyue pouted, sniffed, and tears suddenly flowed from her eyes.
Chen Shanhe gently wiped the tears from her eyes with his thumb, but his tone was stiff and without any warmth, "Jiang Shiyue, let me ask you, you just said that there was something buried in the flowers Xu Li gave you. What was buried in them?"
Jiang Shiyue raised her eyebrows and asked instead of answering, "Why are you so concerned about what's buried in the flowerpot? Why are you so nervous? And you're even mean to me! Could it be that she buried evidence of your affair?"
Chen Shanhe: “…”
"There's no affair. You're my only wife. Talk nicely. What's going on in there?"
The more Chen Shanhe acted like this, the more Jiang Shiyue became dissatisfied with him. "Then why do you care so much about her things? Not only do you care, but you're also mean to me!"
Chen Shanhe: “…”
I suddenly had a headache.
A drunk Jiang Shiyue is completely different from his usual self, but he is just as hard to fool.
He glanced in the direction of the thermos, forced himself to be hard-hearted, and said coldly: "Whether you tell me or not, I'm leaving!"
"No!" Jiang Shiyue rushed over and hugged his thighs. Her movements were so fast and urgent that she felt dizzy and groaned in pain.
Before Chen Shanhe could press on, Jiang Shiyue started crying again, "Chen Shanhe, have you changed your mind? Why are you talking to me like that?"
Chen Shanhe: “…”
He pinched his brows and pried Jiang Shiyue's hands apart. "It has nothing to do with feelings, but that thing is very important to... me. So tell me, okay?"
Jiang Shiyue curled her lips: "Is it very important to you? You still dare to say that you have nothing to do with her? If it doesn't matter, why would a roll of film be very important to you? Are those photos of you two together? Chen Shanhe, I'm telling you, if you dare to cheat, I will castrate you!"
Chen Shanhe: “…”
I forced myself to ignore the last half of her sentence and continued to ask, "Where's the film?"
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