Her Husband Should No Longer Be in This World...
[What's there to be afraid of? There's drama to watch every day, aren't you happy?!]
Guan Yunning fell asleep on the table halfway through his sentence. Under the influence of alcohol, Wen Feiran's reaction time was incredibly slow; it took him a full minute to realize Guan Yunning was asleep.
Like a sloth from a cartoon, he wrinkled his nose extremely slowly and muttered a complaint, "Hmph, I want to sleep too."
He slowly moved back to his position.
Wen Feiran has always been particular about the quality of life, and even sleeping on the table has to be a ritual. He pushed aside the clutter in front of him, put his arm on the table, buried his face in it, rubbed around until he found a comfortable angle, and then let out a long sigh of relief.
"Ah, I'm going to get drunk too."
Wen Feiran was dubbing his own lines, and as soon as he finished speaking, he collapsed like a puppet whose power had been cut off.
"Thump--"
He had clearly found a comfortable angle, yet he perfectly dodged it, his head slamming heavily against the table between his arms, and he immediately fell silent.
Viewers in the live stream. "..."
Just hearing the sound makes me feel so much pain.
Was Wen Feiran truly drunk, or did she knock herself unconscious?!
Chapter 23 Her husband should no longer be in this world...
The hangover was extremely painful. When Wen Feiran woke up the next day, she felt like a hand was frantically stirring in her mind, and the veins in her temples were throbbing. She sat up, but couldn't open her eyes at all.
He struggled to get up, but the movement was too forceful, and his stomach churned violently. He rushed into the bathroom, his face pale, and dry-heaved for a long time, but nothing came out.
Fifteen minutes later, he finally finished washing up and dragged his body, which looked as if it had been run over by a truck, out of the room, moving unsteadily.
He made a decision: from now on, he would sit at the children's table and never drink alcohol again.
The white mist still lingered in her mind. Wen Feiran's senses were dulled, and her thinking was dulled as well. She couldn't spare any thought to recall what happened last night and simply opened the door.
It was already noon, but the outside was deserted, without a single person in sight. Wen Feiran was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that he was the first one to wake up.
Wen Feiran sat blankly on the sofa, intending to rest for a while, but almost fell asleep. He didn't know how much time had passed before heavy footsteps pulled him back to reality.
A night passed, Zou Yuxing still walked unsteadily, with stubble growing on his face and large dark circles under his eyes, completely unconcerned about his appearance.
He saw Wen Feiran, raised a finger, and Wen Feiran, afraid he would fall, quickly went to help him.
"I knew you wouldn't even dare to drink alcohol," Zou Yuxing chuckled twice, muttering to himself, "That's why you're not drunk."
Wen Feiran raised her hand and lowered it again, her expression blank as she watched Zou Yuxing stumble, tripping over her own feet and almost falling.
Zou Yuxing was so shocked he couldn't recover. After a full half minute, he sniffed and said with a resentful look, "Feiran, you've changed."
"Take it easy, why are you being so dramatic?" Wen Feiran couldn't help but snort.
The two drunkards sat together on the sofa, eyes closed, trying to rest. Zou Yuxing asked, "How many times was I drunk yesterday... never mind, you probably wouldn't know."
"..." Wen Feiran really wanted to ask Zou Yuxing if he had any self-awareness, "You're the first, I'm the last."
Zou Yuxing suddenly turned around, looked him up and down, and laughed, "Impossible, you don't look like someone who would drink."
"Don't look down on me." Wen Feiran said, trying to prove himself, "I was the last one to get drunk, Guan Yunning was the second to last..."
He mentioned it casually, but long-buried memories suddenly flooded his mind like a tidal wave, taking over all his thoughts.
Fragmented pieces of memory surfaced before him, utterly absurd, yet powerfully reminding him that it was all true, that those words were spoken by Guan Yunning himself.
Wen Feiran was completely stunned, her eyes wide open, her hand tightly covering her mouth, and all color drained from her face.
Zou Yuxing looked at his ugly face, thought for a few seconds, and then showed an expression of sudden realization.
This misled Wen Feiran, who tried to exchange signals with Zou Yuxing, "Actually, you were awake at the time, and you heard it too?"
"Go to the toilet if you feel nauseous, don't hold it in."
The two voices overlapped, creating a hilarious effect.
Wen Feiran: "..."
Viewers in the live stream. "..."
[Haha, it seems Wen Feiran has remembered.]
[Bao'er, although you are suspected of adding a large amount of truth serum to the drink, it has nothing to do with you, please don't blame yourself.]
[Finally! It just doesn't feel complete without Wen Feiran's enthusiastic participation.]
[Imagine the psychological trauma the director must be experiencing; it's only been a few days, and three guests have already left.]
[Including Sun Baofeng, there should be four.]
[Wen Feiran is terrifyingly powerful; anyone who gets close to him will have their house collapse!]
The staff dragged the other three hangovers out of the room, sprayed them with moisturizing spray, and only then did the five of them barely sober up.
Zou Yuxing looked around. "Where's Guan Yunning?"
He didn't notice that Wen Feiran's shoulders twitched when he heard Guan Yunning's name, revealing an indescribable expression.
Fearing that Zou Yuxing would pry into the details, the director quickly said, "He had to go back, so our arrangements will have to be changed."
Zou Yuxing exclaimed as if he had discovered a new continent, "Director, your dark circles are almost down to your chin!"
Director: "..." You still have the nerve to say that!