After learning that Li Kaijian had ridden off on his motorcycle, Li Ye began to feel anxious.
His brand-new BMW had barely touched the ground before this bargain-bin old man of his rode it away. Of course he was unhappy.
But that was not the main reason for his anxiety. Li Kaijian had been drinking today—classic drunk riding.
Among motorcycle riders in the eighties and nineties, who had never wrecked? And after drinking too? Wasn't that enough to drive someone mad?
Li Ye called Li Kaijian, hoping he would stay the night and leave tomorrow, but he could not get through.
In just over an hour, he had already left the capital's boundaries. How fast had he been riding? Was he afraid Li Ye would refuse and chase down the motorcycle?
Although Li Juan and Han Chunmei had also driven back to Qingshui County with him, serving as a "support vehicle," more than four hundred kilometers meant more than four hundred kilometers of risk. How could he not be on tenterhooks?
"Ugh~"
Li Ye paced around the room in frustration and, unusually, even blamed his little wife. "Xiao Yu, why didn't you stop our father?"
Wen Leyu said helplessly, "I didn't know our father would lie to me either! When he rode off this evening, I asked him about it. He said he hadn't touched a drop at noon. Only afterward did I learn that he'd had half a jin."
"I..."
Li Ye opened his mouth, then said guiltily, "I was wrong. This isn't your fault. I shouldn't have blamed you."
But Wen Leyu looked at Li Ye and said sincerely, "I was wrong. I didn't know you liked that motorcycle so much. I'll buy you an even better one another day."
"..."
Li Ye froze.
Judging from Wen Leyu's