Wen Yun was also playing wildly. She drank a lot of alcohol, and when she got to the KTV, since Wen Yun couldn’t sing, she just followed everyone in the dance floor, shaking her body.

Drunk Wen Yun was more enthusiastic than usual. She had a great figure, but her usual way of dressing didn’t show it. Now, she took off her coat, wearing only a fitted sweater and black pants. In the flickering lights, her enchanting curves were a feast for the eyes.

She had only danced for a minute, and Meng Yanzhi picked her up horizontally. Wen Yun didn’t want to leave, but Meng Yanzhi held her tightly, making it impossible for her to struggle. Meng Yanzhi apologized to everyone and took Wen Yun home.

On the way home, Wen Yun sat in Meng Yanzhi’s arms, constantly fidgeting. She said, "Meng Yanzhi, you’re too domineering!"

"I don’t want to go back, I still want to dance."

"You’re drunk," Meng Yanzhi replied without a second thought, holding her, afraid she’d accidentally fall to the ground.

"I’m not drunk."

Wen Yun’s little face was flushed red, declaring loudly she wasn’t drunk. But her misty eyes clearly indicated otherwise.

"Let me go, I want to go back and dance."

"You’re too domineering."

"I want to go back."

Wen Yun kept mumbling, never stopping...

The assistant, catching a glimpse of the scene in the rearview mirror, almost floored the accelerator. Quickly averting his gaze, he sensibly took them directly to the bottom of Chaoyang New Building.

Meng Yanzhi carried Wen Yun all the way into the elevator.

"You’re a bad egg."

"You only bully me."

"All of you only bully me."

...

Headache.

Body ache.

Before Wen Yun opened her eyes, she felt uncomfortable all over. Dazed, she opened her eyes, relieved to find she was in her own room. But a moment later, she sensed something amiss.

The person she’s snuggled up against... seemed like a person!

And it was a man.

Wen Yun suddenly sat up. Seeing Meng Yanzhi, her expression changed repeatedly, fragmented memories flooding her mind!

This wasn’t her.

Wen Yun covered her face, about to escape, when Meng Yanzhi pulled her back into his arms, making her flop back down.

Wen Yun dared not move at all, only after a long time realizing Meng Yanzhi seemed to be asleep. Only then did she quietly run away.

Drinking causes trouble!

Drinking causes trouble indeed!

Wen Yun was thankful it was winter. Wearing a turtleneck sweater and a thick coat, nothing was visible; otherwise, she wouldn’t have gone to work today.

What day was it today? The hospital had more patients than usual, and since her shift started, Wen Yun had been so busy, she hardly had time for a sip of water.

Hu family.

Hu Shuwei was drunkenly incoherent, vomiting all night, and Hu Lijuan took care of him the entire time. After waking up, the first thing Hu Shuwei did was rush home, saying, "Mom, whichever girl you liked when I went on blind dates, I’ll marry that one."

Mrs. Hu looked at Hu Shuwei, puzzled, seeing him reek of alcohol and still bleary-eyed. Mrs. Hu said irritably, "Where have you been drinking so much? You’ve addled your brain with booze, haven’t you?"

Previously, when it came to Hu Shuwei getting married, he was adamantly unwilling. What made him suddenly enlightened today?

No, not suddenly enlightened; probably water got into his head.

Look at what he’s saying — marry the girl she likes.

The girl will marry into the family, but it’s not like she’s spending her life with her!

"Mom, I’m serious. Didn’t you want me to get married? I’ve thought it through, marrying someone Mom likes will ensure a good mother-in-law relationship and no arguments." Hu Shuwei said very earnestly.

Mrs. Hu stared at her son seriously for a while, then asked, "What kind of shock did you get?"

Hu Lijuan was dumbfounded, staring at Hu Shuwei, not understanding what was going on for a long time.

"Mom, it’d be best to get engaged immediately, no, to get married. I want to get married." Hu Shuwei said a little anxiously, "Mom, I want to get married. If you don’t want me to regret it, then hurry and make it happen for me."

With that, Hu Shuwei returned to his room.

Mrs. Hu thought for a moment, no matter what shock her son had, if he wanted to get married, it was a good thing. His age was getting older, dragging this on wouldn’t do.

No, she had to act quickly. What if Hu Shuwei changes his mind again?

Thinking this way, Mrs. Hu immediately contacted the girl from the blind dates she was most satisfied with.

"Brother, have you gone mad?"

Hu Lijuan was completely clueless about Hu Shuwei.

"Lijuan, don’t go looking for Wen Yun or seeing her anymore."

Hu Shuwei reminded her, adding, "Your brother is about to get married, and it has nothing to do with Wen Yun, understand?"

"Just because of her husband? Why?" Hu Lijuan looked at Hu Shuwei, feeling quite baffled. Wen Yun’s husband was a little handsome, a little rich, but did her brother have to react this way?

"Her husband can just lift a finger, and our Hu family would never get back on its feet. Hu Lijuan, do you understand?" Hu Shuwei explained to Hu Lijuan, fearful his own sister hadn’t understood, saying, "If you want to keep living as you are now, listen to me."

With that, Hu Shuwei grabbed a set of clothes and went to the bathroom to shower; the smell of alcohol was even unbearable to himself.

A day later, Hu Shuwei had already gotten his marriage certificate with his blind date, discussing the banquet arrangements, his speed left Hu Lijuan astonished.

...

Everything happening in the Hu family was, naturally, unknown to Wen Yun. With Hu Lijuan and her brother no longer appearing before her, she was relieved.

She’d been working overtime lately, so busy that she couldn’t touch the ground. It also gave her a good chance to avoid Meng Yanzhi, preventing awkward meetings.

The next time she saw Meng Yanzhi was a week later. She finally had some time to rest, planning to make herself a sumptuous dinner to reward herself. But then Meng Yanzhi, as if he knew she was cooking, arrived just in time for dinner.

Wen Yun felt awkward, not knowing where to place her hands or feet.

"Did you cook my meal?" Meng Yanzhi asked, looking at the three dishes and soup on the table, his appetite whetted.

"Yes."

Wen Yun responded and deliberately added an extra set of cutlery. The two intentionally avoided mentioning what happened that day.

"Visiting Grandpa tomorrow?" Meng Yanzhi asked.

"Okay."

Wen Yun nodded, she happened to be free tomorrow.

"Together."

In just a few sentences, neither brought up the incident, as if it had never happened.