On Friday morning, Li Ye actually overslept.
And after getting up, he felt dizzy and had a splitting headache, so he could not help complaining to his little wife.
"Xiao Yu, tell our mother later that the whisky on her side wasn't legit and might be fake liquor. Tell her to throw it all out right away. What was a middle-aged woman drinking baijiu for? A little red wine was enough."
Wen Leyu rolled her eyes at Li Ye and curled her lips in disdain. "You drank our mom, our elder sister, and Xiao Ruo all under the table by yourself. How much did you even drink?
"If it really had been fake liquor, you'd have drunk yourself to death long ago. Would you still be here talking to me?"
Not long after Pei Wencong and Luo Runbo left yesterday, eldest sister Li Yue and younger sister Fu Yiruo returned. The two of them then helped Fu Guiru make a whole spread of dishes and insisted on dragging Li Ye into drinking a reunion toast.
One man drinking against three women—what kind of multiplier was that? And Li Yue and Fu Yiruo had started wiping away tears as they drank, pouring out the bitterness and hardship of their youth to each other.
Fu Guiru did not shed any tears. Her face was full of smiles born after bitter days had finally turned sweet, but she drank no less than the others, leaving Li Ye unable to even pretend to hold back.
In the end, Li Ye did not know how much he had drunk. In any case, three out of the four had gotten drunk, and Li Ye had called Wen Leyu over to clean up the mess.
Thinking back on last night now, Li Ye felt that his old