That evening, at Luan Xiaoping's villa in the western suburbs. As soon as he entered, Dong Xuebin collapsed onto the sofa, groaning. Xie Huilan shut the door and walked over, tossing aside her handbag before lazily sitting down on the sofa.
There were only the two of them at home.
"Xiao Bin, could you pour Sister Xie a glass of water?"
"No. I'm exhausted. I can't even move a finger."
"You've got the nerve to say you're tired? Sister Xie handled all the guests. What did you do?"
"I'm tired too! Count how many cups of plain water I drank—I nearly burst!"
"I drank plenty too, and I did a lot of talking. My throat is dry. Go pour me some water."
"You just love ordering me around. You don't care about your husband at all."
"You're the one who doesn't care about me, and you still have the nerve to argue? Hehe, go on."
Hearing that, Dong Xuebin had no choice but to struggle up from the sofa. He staggered over to the water dispenser beside the dining table, filled a disposable cup, brought it back and handed it to her, then flung himself onto the sofa again, groaning as though he were half-dead from exhaustion.
Ten minutes later.
"Going upstairs?"
"Yeah, let's go."
Dong Xuebin had recovered a little and followed Sister Xie upstairs.
In one of the upstairs bedrooms, they pushed open the door and entered. Dong Xuebin gently closed it behind them. "How come you still weren't married at thirty? Now I finally get it. This isn't getting married—it's coming here to suffer."
Xie Huilan smiled. "Sister Xie didn't stay unmarried because weddings were troublesome."
"...Then why?"
"Because I never met the right person, hehe."
"By the way, Hui Lan, I never really asked before. Did