"Dad, you're back! Hey, Dad, you drank again. You stink of alcohol—it's killing me!"
When Li Ye got home, his daughter Little Pouch rushed over to cuddle up to him. But the moment she hugged his leg, she covered her nose in disgust and backed away.
Li Ye was instantly embarrassed.
"I'm going to take a shower, haha!"
In his previous life, Li Ye had watched a video of a street survey.
The interviewer stopped young women on the street and asked them—when your husband came home drunk late at night, would you give him the cold shoulder?
Eighty percent of the women said they would not give their husbands a pleasant face. Twenty percent of them even said they would "lock him outside or refuse to let him into bed, so he can sober up."
Only twenty percent made another choice. Ten percent said they "fully understood how hard things were for men" and would take good care of and cherish him.
As for the other ten percent... everyone played their own game. Even if you died outside, I'd still smile.
Li Ye did not know what answers a similar question would have received in the nineties, but his little wife, Wen Leyu, was undoubtedly among the ten percent who would "cherish him and take care of him."
Li Ye had drunk a little more than a bottle today. Though he was not drunk, he reeked of alcohol strongly enough to drive away even his clingiest daughter.
Yet Wen Leyu did not dislike him at all. Not only did she swiftly fetch his pajamas, she even thoughtfully went into the bathroom to scrub his back.
Only after the bathroom steam had clouded the mirror did Wen Leyu carefully ask, "What happened today? You haven't drunk this much in a