Qin Yunxi took out his phone and leisurely took pictures and videos. He shamelessly said, "Wife, look who this is? Your best friend's husband. He's drunk and fell face-first. Should I help him?"
Lin Xuanyao: "..."
Rong Jingyang, who was ambushed, tricked, and fell: "..."
Qin Yunxi felt no guilt for his obnoxious words and continued, "Call your best friend to pick him up, or I'll bring him to your place."
"Hurry up."
"I'll give you half an hour."
Lin Xuanyao: "..."
Rong Jingyang: "..."
Where was his dignity?
Did Master Qin have any shame?!
Was it right to build his fun of chasing girls on someone else's misery? Did his conscience not hurt?!
And who was his wife?
Had Grace agreed to be called wife so quickly?!
Shame was a good thing!
He could have some!
Rong Jingyang crashed down with a clang, his chin hitting the cement floor directly. The pain instantly sobered him up considerably.
"Hiss—"
Upon hearing his good friend's words, Rong Jingyang's face immediately darkened.
"Qin, Yun, Xi!" If you're going to chase girls, why did you push me down and then film my miserable state?!
If you wanted to use a ruse, why didn't you do it to yourself?
Rong Jingyang was furious, extremely furious.
Lin Xuanyao trembled in fear and no longer dared to stand by. He quickly stepped forward to help his boss up. "Sir."
Rong Jingyang's face was as black as coal. He grabbed the phone on the table—it wasn't his.
He had been tricked?
Shit!
Rong Jingyang fiercely threw the phone to the ground.
"Thump—"
The phone, resilient to impact and vibration, bounced back up undamaged. Qin Yunxi bent down and caught it.
He blew off the dust and carelessly put it in his pocket, gently advising, "Why are you getting angry?"
"Anger harms the liver."
"Calm down, calm down."
"When Ruo Xin arrives later, you need to coax her well. Don't be like a firecracker, exploding at the slightest touch."
"Have you heard the saying that's popular online?"
"Happy wife, happy life."
Rong Jingyang glared at him contemptuously and beckoned, "Come here. I'll beat you up. Will you be happy then?"
—
Du Ruoxin was drunk.
She had started spewing nonsense, or rather, cursing. She cursed Rong Jingyang for being heartless, for always deceiving her, and for going back on his word.
Grace: "—"
She could only stand by silently, not speaking.
But in her heart, she couldn't help but sigh: "Since he's so scummy, why don't you ever say you'll let go?"
This was not the Du Ruoxin she knew.
The Xin Jie she knew dared to love and hate, could pick up and put down, and was incredibly free-spirited.
Alas—
It could only be said that Du Ruoxin loved Rong Jingyang deeply.
Fortunately, she would never get married in this life, never fall for a man, and never have such troubles.
Grace quietly poured more wine for Du Ruoxin.
"Ding—"
Her phone rang. She took it out and saw Qin Zha Zha?
Hadn't she blocked his WeChat?
How did he add her?!
It was so creepy!
Grace instinctively wanted to exit the chat interface and block him again, but in the video, the man lying on the ground... wasn't it Rong Jingyang?
What happened to him?
This damned curiosity made Grace click on the video.
"Wife..."
The moment she heard the first two words, she shivered all over and got goosebumps.
Enduring extreme discomfort, Grace finished watching the video.
This—
Rong Jingyang—
Was also drinking? And fell drunk?
These two married couples were truly...
As the saying goes, the one who tied the bell must untie it. Drinking separately was not a solution.
Grace frowned slightly and patted the equally tipsy woman, "Xin Jie, do you want to go and scold Rong Jingyang in person?"