Mr. Bo, my wife is going on a date with someone again.

Yan Ji seemed to be in a good mood. All the suppressed emotions in the past were released at this moment. She held her cheek, and the smile at the corner of her lips widened little by little. Every inch of the curve was full of provocation, and her red lips, shining with water, were slightly opened.

Gu Chenye saw her ready to start a big fight, his brows furrowed, and he interrupted her before she could speak: "Shut up."

He just thought Yan Ji was deliberately irritating him and taking revenge for his cold treatment over the past two years. "Who was it that planned to marry me in the first place?"

Yan Ji raised his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. The cold liquid flowed down his throat into his stomach. Soon, the burning sensation spread from his abdomen along his blood vessels to his entire body.

A thin layer of blush appeared on her fair skin, and her eyes were full of ripples, vivid and charming.

Gu Chenye looked at the empty cup in Yan Tong's hand, his brows furrowed so tightly that they could kill a fly: "Are you a cow? Who taught you to drink white wine like this?"

His original intention was to make her feel uncomfortable for a while so that she would not drink without restraint outside, so he deliberately brought her white wine. However, he didn't expect Yan Ji to drink two taels in one gulp.

Yan Ji ignored him and reached for the wine on the table. Gu Chenye got there before her and replaced the white wine with a very low alcohol sparkling wine. "Drink this."

He paused, then emphasized, "From now on, you are only allowed to drink this when you are outside, and no more than three bottles."

"Gu Chenye..." Yan Ji called out his name.

In the huge living room, only the bar counter was lit. Under the beige light, the woman's eyebrows were slightly raised, and her eyes on him were focused and serious.

Gu Chenye's Adam's apple suddenly slid, and his voice became hoarse: "What?"

Silent ambiguity mixed with the aroma of wine diffused in the air.

Yan Ji: "You are so stingy, no woman will be willing to follow you in the future."

This sentence completely broke the charming atmosphere. Gu Chenye hastily looked away, and a low voice came out from the depths of his throat: "You'd better not speak again in the future. It's annoying."

Don't know what is good or bad.

Not sure if he was infected by Yan Ji's bold drinking style or to cover up his dry mouth, he finished the wine in the glass in one gulp.

The two of them drank back and forth, and the bottle of white wine was soon empty. Gu Chenye was a little tipsy. He had not eaten dinner and drank too quickly, so his stomach was aching slightly. However, Yan Ji was still the same as he saw him when he came back. Except for his slightly red cheeks, he had no other reaction.

"Yan Ji..."

The man looked at her, and suddenly a ridiculous idea came into his mind - he wanted to kiss her.

The alcohol stimulated his nerves and dispelled his rebelliousness and rejection caused by Yan Ji's actions. Gu Chenye reached out, grabbed the back of the woman's head, leaned over and kissed her lips.

They kissed seldom, and it was mostly out of physical desire, not emotional communication, so the excitement it brought was limited; it was more like a catharsis.

This was the first time that he felt a slight numbness from the back of his head to his tailbone.

Yan Ji was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect Gu Chenye to kiss her, and he was so gentle and lingering as never before. She pushed him away: "Gu Chenye, are you the reincarnation of Teddy? You're in love even after drinking."

Gu Chenye saw the disgust in her eyes, and pinched her jaw fiercely, not letting her get away from his restraints. His eyes revealed a strong possessiveness: "If I kiss you, you'll be like Teddy Bear reincarnated, then what's the point of you climbing on top of me and raping me in the middle of the night?"

Yanji: "..."

She was sure that Gu Chenye was really drunk, because he would definitely not look at her like that when he was sober. She even suspected that he mistook her for Mu Yunyao.

Seeing that Yan Ji didn't say anything, he suddenly increased the strength of the hand that was pinching her jaw and said, "Shut up."

"..." Yan Ji was silent for a few seconds: "Gu Chenye, let's get a divorce."

"Don't even think about it," the man gritted his teeth, "I won't agree to a divorce, so give up on this idea as soon as possible..."

"Mu Yunyao is going back to China."

She exchanged her dream and the lifelong disability of her right hand for her marriage with Gu Chenye, and Mu Yunyao was exiled abroad for three years. However, the Mu family has been very successful in officialdom in the past two years, with their positions rising steadily. The original agreement can no longer hold them back.

The room was filled with silence.

The drunkenness on the man’s face faded away. He looked at Yan Ji deeply, then turned around and went upstairs without saying a word.

The only one who can make the crazy Gu Chenye sober up instantly is Mu Yunyao.

Yan Ji took off her watch as usual and raised her hand to the light. The light shone on the hideous scar on her right wrist, giving her a warm feeling.

She looked like she was appreciating a great work of art, with a satisfied smile on her face.

If Mu Yunyao knew that raising the knife would cause her to lose Gu Chenye and be forced to stay abroad for two years, would she still be provoked by her and jump into the trap prepared for her impatiently?

At that time, she was still a senior student. She had no connections and no experience, so she could not shake the towering tree of the Mu family. The only thing she could rely on was Yan Weizheng's guilt towards her.

Fortunately, it worked.

Thinking of the news he received two days ago, Yan Ji felt very upset.

It's time to come back, otherwise I'll have to wait another year before I can take revenge on her.

She could only comfort herself in this way.

……

The next day.

Yan Ji was awakened by the bombardment of phone calls from Sheng Rugu. Her foot was injured, so she didn't have to go to the store when there were no customers coming to measure the measurements. She slept late last night and drank so much, so her body was still in a state of extreme fatigue.

She threw her phone aside with it on speaker, closed her eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Our store is going to be popular." Sheng Rugu's voice was shaking.

"......?" Yan Ji's alcohol-numbed nerves took a few seconds to get the words across to his brain, which was already a mess: "What did you do again?"

"It's not what I did, it's you, what you did..." She took several deep breaths and said, "I'll give you a video call. The scene is too spectacular. I can't describe it."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Ji realized that Sheng Rugu had called and video-called her more than a dozen times. She frowned and sat up from the bed, intending to go to the bathroom to wash her face and wake up, when the other party's video popped up.

As soon as she answered the call, she saw several people kneeling in a row on the screen. Sheng Rugu was screaming like a chicken on the other end: "Luckily, our place is remote and the shop owners around here are very Buddhist and won't open their doors until they wake up. Otherwise, I would have become the leader of a cult and been posted online."

"When I arrived, I saw them kneeling here. I thought our store had been turned into a mourning hall and they were all mourning here."

Yan Ji's reaction ability could not keep up with her speaking speed, so he could only understand roughly. It seemed that her voice was shaking not because of excitement, but because of anger: "What are they doing?"