Lin Wuyang's wife, Fang Wenxiu, was as delicate and frail as her name suggested. When she arrived at Chu Ge's home and saw the tall, burly Lin Wuyang sprawled there sleeping like a dead pig, she was rather at a loss.
"Honestly! He said he was having a meal with an old classmate. How did he end up like this?"
"Uh, Wu Yang was feeling down. Please bear with him... I just gave him some Sobering Tea. It works really well. Why don't you sit for a while? He should wake up soon."
Fang Wenxiu gave Chu Ge a dubious look. What sort of old classmate was this? Was he actually an old traditional Chinese doctor? Where had he gotten such miraculous Sobering Tea?
But leaving Chu Ge aside, one look at Qiu Wuji's heavenly beauty and bearing beside him left Fang Wenxiu unable to voice her doubts. That was the advantage of being beautiful. If Chu Ge had been standing here alone, looking her up and down, she might have called the police.
Qiu Wuji said, "If you're uncomfortable staying here... shall we call a car and help you get him into it?"
"I-I can't support his weight."
Then she watched Qiu Wuji grab Lin Wuyang by the back of his belt and lift him up, hefting him a little. "Nothing special. He's lighter than Chu Ge."
Fang Wenxiu: "???"
She hurriedly opened an app and booked a ride, eager to get her husband away from this strange place.
Chu Ge called after her, "Could I add you on WeChat? I'd like to ask you about schooling for the child someday..."
Fang Wenxiu looked as though she were fleeing for her life. "You-you can just ask Wu Yang."
Qiu Wuji carried Lin Wuyang over and stuffed him into the