Chapter 217

What's wrong with you?

Zhou Yinhe furrowed his brows, displeased: "It's just that I haven't hung out with you guys in ages—is it really such a big deal?"

Come on, if you don't get drunk today, there's no way we're letting you go.

…… Zhou Yinhe turned away, speechless: "Do as you please."

Anyway, he still doesn't know whether he'll be able to get home tonight.

Zhao Ningyan sat opposite him, sending a message Zhou Yinhe couldn't see, so he told Wen Ling in the group.

【Your future husband has been detained by us tonight, got drunk and sent back—don't blame us.】

They've long been familiar, so they don't need to maintain any false pretense when speaking; now they're more direct.

Wen Ling only replied with two words after they had already started eating: "Okay."

At this moment Wen Ling was busy; Aunt Zhou was preparing dinner in the kitchen, occasionally peeking into the living room.

Is Fifth Young Master not coming back for dinner?

She arrived at Chen Yue Fu relatively late, and didn't know that Zhou Yinhe had left because Wen Ling had chased him out.

Wen Ling, taking a moment to reply: "He's not coming back; just make me something simple to eat."

Aunt Zhou resignedly agreed, then went back to the kitchen; there's no way she could really keep it simple, as she knows best how picky Wen Ling is about food.

Wen Ling frowned as she watched the servants place the ornaments, standing aside and occasionally adjusting their position, wishing she could be precise down to every minute fraction.

This surprise had actually been in preparation for a long time, mainly because Wen Ling wasn't very free to go out and find a venue, and given Zhou Yinhe's cleverness, it was easy for him to guess.

But fortunately, Wen Ling usually likes to act like Zhou Yinhe, chasing him out, so Zhou Yinhe couldn't guess what they were doing at home.

The butler saw her constantly walking around, which made the servants nervous, and nervousness easily leads to mistakes, so he spoke up: "Miss, please sit and rest a while; we'll let you come see when we're done."

Wen Ling pressed her lips, could only nod, and simply went to the dining room to find Aunt Zhou.

Aunt Zhou, seeing her come, asked: "How did you manage to get Fifth Young Master to leave?"

Zhou Yinhe really likes to cling to Wen Ling, and Aunt Zhou knows this.

Wen Ling gave a humored laugh, leaned aside, flipped her phone screen to show Aunt Zhou, smiling: "Just chased him out; he must be feeling utterly wronged now."

"You know he's feeling wronged, yet you still chased him out—aren't you the slightest bit sorry?" Aunt Zhou gave her a reproachful look.

I do feel sorry, but I wanted to give him a surprise.

Aunt Zhou, with her freshly washed hand, stroked her head and sighed: "Our little Ah Ling is about to get engaged."

"Aunt Zhou, you'll stay by my side from now on." Wen Ling hugged her, acting coquettishly.

"Okay, as long as you don't mind my age, I'll stay by your side to take care of you and Fifth Young Master, and when you have kids I'll help raise them."

Upon hearing that, Wen Ling bit the corner of her lip, shyly saying: "What kids? There's not even a shadow yet."

"Alright, I won't bring it up." Aunt Zhou saw her shyness, amused inside, thinking their Ah Ling never used to be shy, but now she's become much more thin-skinned.

Wen Ling kept track of the servants' progress in the living room; after staying only a short while by Aunt Zhou's side, she returned to the living room, saw their speed was decent, put her mind at ease, lowered her gaze, took out her phone, and looked at the photos and videos of Zhou Yinhe that several people had sent.

All we heard was him drunkenly muttering: "Why is my wife like this? It's just that I misspoke one sentence; I used to say that often before, why is she so angry this time? I've already apologized, yet she still kicked me out—I'm about to die of grievance, waa waa waa……"

As he spoke, his eye sockets truly reddened, frightening the few people present, who hurried to comfort him; the background voice was the others coaxing him.

Wen Ling pressed her lips and smiled, though she still felt a pang of sympathy; being this upset, coaxing him later would be a hassle, so she only hoped the surprise she prepared for Zhou Yinhe would ease some of his resentment, lest he remain unwilling to relent.

After drinking, Zhou Yinhe's cheeks were all red, probably because he was unhappy, having the idea to drown his sorrows in alcohol; his tolerance was especially low tonight, so he soon slumped over the table, half-asleep.

Jiang Jibai furrowed his brows and exchanged a glance with Ke Chengyu.

Just send him back like that? Wen Ling's side isn't even set up yet, right? And if he's like this, what if Wen Ling later accuses us of getting him drunk?

What else can we do? Otherwise, where would we dump him? If we toss him at a hotel or elsewhere, I'm afraid Wen Ling will misunderstand; why don't you take him back and look after him for the night?

…… Zhao Ningyan tried to slip away silently, but Qi Zhan grabbed him, saying: "Where are you going? You're his brother-in-law; you're the most suitable to look after him. If worse comes to worst, just send him back to the Zhou family."

Zhao Ningyan helplessly: "I really can't control him; I have to go to another province tomorrow morning, and Zhao Ning is also away."

The remaining three, upon hearing that, exchanged a glance and then all put their hands together.

As per the usual rule, the loser takes him back to look after.

Sure.

Unlucky Qi Zhan drew the short straw, grimacing as he helped Zhou Yinhe into the car; the driver drove toward his private residence, Qi Zhan took out his phone, snapped a photo of Zhou Yinhe's current state, sent it to the group, and told Wen Ling: "I've taken him home first; let me know tomorrow if he can be released."

Wen Ling replied to him: 【Thanks for the trouble.】

Qi Zhan put away his phone, irritably glanced at Zhou Yinhe.

Zhou Yinhe narrowed his eyes, his thin lips opening and closing as if saying something; Qi Zhan, not hearing clearly, leaned in closer.

Wife, Baobao……

Forgive me, or else you could slap me a few times to vent your anger.

I miss you so much……

Qi Zhan sat back with a stern face, gritting his teeth.

His time together with Zhao Xingtang was brief; they broke up soon after, it was just an ordinary romance—though he liked her, he couldn't tolerate being used, so when it was over, it was over; he didn't have time to indulge in sentimental sorrow, so he simply couldn't comprehend Zhou Yinhe's current behavior.

Qi Zhan knew Zhou Yinhe had some lovesick brain and clinginess, but he had never truly witnessed it; now he realized, everything else is fake, only Zhou Yinhe's "Wen Ling brain" is real.

Even in his dreams, it's Wen Ling slapping him; this kid must be playing too wildly……

Arriving at his residence, Qi Zhan helped Zhou Yinhe out of the car, then took the elevator home.

Qi Zhan's house is a duplex, with his bedroom and study on the second floor; he flung Zhou Yinhe onto the sofa, glared at him with hands on his waist, and having no choice, bent down to take off his shoes.

Zhou Yinhe struggled to turn over on the sofa, clutching a pillow and murmuring: "Baobao, give me a kiss……"

That's frightening, to be honest. Qi Zhan had never seen such a thing, so he hurried upstairs to avoid seeing it.

Probably because the sofa was uncomfortable to sleep on, Zhou Yinhe woke up around 3 a. m., sitting on the sofa feeling dazed and unable to tell what was going on.

He remained dazed for a while before finally getting up to go to the dining room for water; after drinking, he went upstairs to knock on Qi Zhan's bedroom door.