"I know."
Su Qiao wanted to pull his hand away and leave, but Jiang Jinghao stubbornly refused to let go.
"Is there anything else?"
Jiang Jinghao's face reddened slightly. "Bao'er, I... I'll wait for you to get divorced."
"No matter how long it takes, I'll wait."
Oh my, he had actually blushed. He must have been embarrassed!
"Mm."
Su Qiao nodded lightly, but in the end, she still resolutely pulled his hand away and left the rental house.
By the time she got home, it was already completely dark—around seven or eight o'clock.
The moment she stepped into the living room, Su Qiao smelled alcohol permeating the entire room. Several empty bottles were lying on the floor as well.
The old lady was standing beside the sofa, trying to persuade her son, who was still drinking cup after cup.
"Xiao Yuan, you can't drink anymore."
"Get lost!"
Wen Congyuan's face was flushed from drinking. When he saw Su Qiao standing at the door, he shoved his mother away.
Holding a liquor bottle, he staggered toward her, his eyes bloodshot. "You... tell me, who was that man you met today?"
"Was he that bastard who called you last time?"
"How far have things gone between you and him? Have you hugged? Kissed? Or have you already slept together?"
"Xiao Yuan, you're drunk." The old lady hurriedly wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, trying to keep him far away from Su Qiao.
Unfortunately, Wen Congyuan refused to listen. He forcefully pried her hands away and flung her aside.
"Get lost! I'm not drunk. I'm perfectly sober. I've never been this clearheaded in my life!"
Wen Congyuan pointed the liquor bottle at Su Qiao. "You filthy slut!"
"Can you women not live without men? Can you not survive without that little