He checked the ti; it was almost one in the morning, so he arranged for the driver to stay the night downstairs.
As the driver went downstairs, Zhou Yunchen stretched lazily and also prepared to rest.
He had drunk so alcohol and didn’t want to disturb Shen Congwen, so after showering, he thoughtfully went to sleep on the sofa. He fell into a deep sleep.
anwhile, Chen Ming was sprawled on the bed, his breath reeking of alcohol.
When he woke up around three o’clock, he looked around, feeling thirsty.
He shook his head. He figured he was probably at Zhou Yunchen’s house. So, he staggered downstairs in search of water. After a long search, he finally found so and gulped down two glasses. Only then did the burning sensation in his chest ease sowhat. He then staggered back upstairs, pushed open a door, and went in, completely unaware he had entered the wrong room.
「...」
「Dawn broke.」
Shen Congwen sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Yun Chen, why did you sleep on the sofa?"
Zhou Yunchen lay on his side, hugging a pillow, and replied groggily, "Are you hungry? I can make breakfast for you."
Seeing his state, Shen Congwen realized that he had drunk the night before and slept late. So, she said, "No need, let the servants make it. It’s not like I can’t eat their cooking."
He always indulged her, trying his best to cook for her himself when at ho. She, on the other hand, felt a little embarrassed because he was usually so busy... but in truth, she liked it.
Shen Congwen had just finished changing her clothes when she heard an unusual sound. She listened carefully again, then went over and shook Zhou Yunchen. "It sounds like Beauty’s voice."
In private, the couple would use the nickna ’Beauty’; in front of Song Jia, they would also address her as ’Beauty’.
Zhou Yunchen flipped over, still hugging the pillow, chuckling. "When does she not cause a fuss? It’s just her way of getting your attention."
After speaking, he closed his eyes again and tugged at his wife, whining playfully, "The sofa is too small; it’s really a hardship for a big man like to sleep on it."
Shen Congwen pulled at him again. "No, seriously, it’s her. It sounds like she’s fighting with soone."
"You’re overthinking it. Is she fighting herself?" Zhou Yunchen laughed, his mind then drifting to so... indescribable matters. But a mont later, his ears perked up. His expression turned grim, and he strode off the sofa, opening the door and heading straight for Song Jia’s room.
Shen Congwen followed behind him, her steps also quick, asking as she hurried, "What happened? Did you bring soone ho with you?"
Zhou Yunchen, however, acted as if he hadn’t heard, walking very quickly.
He soon reached the guest room and opened the door, only to be imdiately hit by a flying pillow, accompanied by the furious yell of his precious little sister, "Bastard, get out!"
Zhou Yunchen snatched the pillow away. When he looked again, his face twisted in anger.
Chen Ming was cowering in a corner, his body covered in scratches, not a single spot unscathed. Zhou Yunchen’s precious little sister wasn’t in much better shape; her hair was like a bird’s nest, and she was currently fighting and screaming like a shrew.
Seeing such a scene, it was obvious what had happened.
Even for a man like Zhou Yunchen, who had seen his share of major situations, his mind reeled.
Then, only four words echoed in his mind: ’Bringing a wolf into the house.’
After a long mont, he said fiercely, "Chen Ming, get out here!"
Chen Ming felt incredibly wronged. His face bore several overlapping red handprints, and he was like a large dog, resigned to being hit or scolded. When Zhou Yunchen called him out, Chen Ming actually felt a sense of relief. He imdiately grabbed his shirt, threw it on, and hastily followed him out.
Once the door was closed, Zhou Yunchen stood with his hands on his hips, looked at Shen Congwen, and said, "Go check on her. Don’t let her lose it."
Shen Congwen gave Chen Ming a silent, reproachful look. Chen Ming still looked aggrieved.
He hadn’t wanted this to happen either! He’d been drunk, gone into the wrong room... It wasn’t intentional!
Shen Congwen went in to comfort Song Jia. Outside, Zhou Yunchen imdiately landed a punch on Chen Ming.
Damn it all! He had kindly brought the man ho, only for him to take advantage of his sister.
Chen Ming was an honest man and took the punch squarely. Zhou Yunchen moved to hit him again, but Chen Ming didn’t flinch, ready to take the beating. His once sharp, angular face was now a pitiful sight.
Zhou Yunchen, generally a refined man, glared at him. After a long mont, he sneered, "Fine. You’ve got so backbone, I’ll give you that. Now what?"
Chen Ming hung his head like a large dog and said very, very softly, "I can take responsibility."
Zhou Yunchen was so enraged he kicked him. "Do you like her? Does she like you? Responsible? Responsible, you say? Are you two even suited for each other?! I warned you about drinking! You drink too much and then you can’t control yourself!"
Chen Ming had always held Zhou Yunchen in high regard. Now, having taken advantage of the man’s sister, he felt even more guilty and sheepish. How could he dare to resist? He could only endure it.
Zhou Yunchen, still recovering from the alcohol and feeling drained, straightened his clothes. "Get downstairs," he ordered.
He went down first, with Chen Ming following behind him like an obedient dog.
In the bedroom, Shen Congwen walked towards the bed. Song Jia, after her outburst, was now covering her face and crying.
In public, she was very glamorous, a famous actress. In private... now she was just prone to throwing tantrums.
Shen Congwen went over and gently patted her. "There, there. Chen Ming is quite handso, and he’s a decent man."
If one were to consider this from An Xi’s perspective, neither of them really lost out. In fact, one might even say Chen Ming is a spirited young fellow, and in great shape.
But Song Jia kept crying.
Shen Congwen then spoke softly, "I can’t decide for you in this matter, but from what I can see, your brother thinks highly of him. Would you consider giving him a chance? Perhaps it could work out?"
"I don’t want to!" Song Jia sobbed, her face buried in her hands. "He’s just an uncouth brute!"
At this, Shen Congwen felt helpless. As for Chen Ming... well, he had been drunk, and it was her own husband who had brought the man ho. She silently cursed Zhou Yunchen. Bringing a single man in his early thirties ho—wasn’t that just asking for trouble? And now, look what had happened...
After comforting Song Jia a bit more, Shen Congwen finally persuaded her to wash her face, change her clothes, and go downstairs.
This matter—whether to hush it up or handle it so other way—needed a resolution.
As the two won went downstairs, Chen Ming, his head tilted up, stared blankly as Song Jia ca down the stairs.
He was indeed simple and a bit rough around the edges, not one for subtleties. To him, Song Jia was like a little fairy, even though his previous impression of her had been sowhat malicious and fierce.
The honest man, upon seeing this ’malicious little fairy,’ couldn’t help but rub his hands. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he gazed at her eagerly.
Song Jia didn’t even glance at him. Dressed in a long-sleeved shirt and long pants, she sat down on the sofa.
She had barely sat down when Chen Ming murmured, "I’ll take responsibility."
As he said this, Zhou Yunchen felt a sudden headache.
Shen Congwen smiled slightly.
Song Jia glanced at him, bit her lower lip, and said, "I don’t need you to be responsible."
Then, she stretched out a slender finger and poked his shoulder. "Go buy dicine," she said. "After that, this will have nothing more to do with you."
Before Chen Ming could say anything more, she flared up, "If you ntion ’responsibility’ one more ti, I’ll report you and have you thrown in prison!"
Chen Ming was sowhat stunned. After a good while, he said, "Would you really have the heart to send to prison? If there’s anything you’re not satisfied with about , you can tell ... I’ll change."
Song Jia looked at him with a slightly sharp gaze. "Why do you have to take responsibility? Do you like ? Do you think we’re suitable?"
"I do like you," the honest man said, his gaze fixed intently on her.
Song Jia asked him irritably, "Then what is it you like about ?"
"You’re pretty, and you have a great figure," the honest man answered truthfully.
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