Chapter 89: Duan Yu: Oh no, who was it last night?

Early morning, rooster crowing!

Duan Yu opened his hazy eyes and rubbed his still-confused head.

He turned around and reached out an arm, but the space beside him was empty.

Huh?

Duan Yu let out a soft exclamation.

"Chan'er..."

Duan Yu called out softly; where was she?

The door was pushed open from the outside, and Diao Chan walked in with a bowl of hangover soup.

"Husband, you're awake. Drink a bowl of hangover soup." Diao Chan held the hangover soup with both hands and came to the bed.

Duan Yu rubbed his forehead.

He had indeed drunk too much last night, and on top of that, he had been crazily active for half the night in a daze.

He got up from the bed, shirtless, took the hangover soup from Diao Chan's hands, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Chan'er. You went to sleep so late last night, and today you had to get up early to make me hangover soup."

Diao Chan smiled and shook her head gently: "Not at all."

"Last night, Auntie wasn't feeling well, so I took care of her and put her to sleep very early."

"If Auntie hadn't called me this morning, I might have slept in."

"Pfft!"

As soon as Diao Chan finished speaking, the hangover soup Duan Yu had just taken into his mouth was sprayed out directly.

Diao Chan was stunned.

"What's wrong, Husband? Is it too hot?"

As she said this, Diao Chan reached out to test the temperature.

Duan Yu shook his head quickly, his expression one of astonishment.

"No... nothing."

"I drank it too fast, drank it too fast, and choked." Duan Yu quickly covered up.

"Oh." Diao Chan then answered softly and said, "By the way, Husband, early this morning, just as the sky was getting light, Miss Dong left."

"She said she had something to do at home and would come back in a couple of days."

Diao Chan tilted her head, looking a bit strange, and said, "But I felt as if Miss Dong had something on her mind."

As she spoke, Diao Chan gently bit her lip.

She had seen Dong Yi's behavior yesterday.

As a woman, she trusted her intuition.

Dong Yi must like her husband.

She was deeply convinced of this.

"Husband..." Diao Chan bit her lip and said softly, "Husband, Miss Dong... Miss Dong is a good girl."

"And... and I know she likes you, Husband."

Gulp.

Duan Yu's expression was a bit awkward, and he quickly wanted to explain.

Diao Chan raised her hand and pressed it gently against Duan Yu's lips: "Husband, listen to Chan'er first."

"Husband, Miss Dong has a good family background, she is beautiful, and she likes you very much."

"I know that if you married Miss Dong, you wouldn't have to work so hard."

"It's me... it's me who has dragged you down, Husband."

"If... if you are truly willing, I am fine with it."

Diao Chan bit her lip tightly, squatting by the bed, her hands clenched together.

"Nonsense." Duan Yu interrupted Diao Chan, then took those slightly cold little hands and said, "Don't let your imagination run wild."

"I have said that once we are husband and wife, we will be husband and wife forever."

"Don't think such things."

Although Duan Yu's words were comforting Diao Chan, in reality, he was panicking inside.

Last night...

There was clearly someone in this bed last night.

But...

But Diao Chan said she slept in Auntie's room last night.

Then...

Who was the woman in the room last night?

It couldn't be Dong Yi, could it...

Duan Yu's mind went blank.

If it really was Dong Yi...

That would be...

That would be a huge blunder.

But who else could it be besides Dong Yi?

After Diao Chan went out, Duan Yu got up from the bed to check.

He hoped to find some trace of last night in the room.

But he found nothing.

Shirtless, Duan Yu stood in the room and scratched his head.

Could it be...

"Could it be that last night was a dream?" ===== CHAPTER 91 =====