Chapter Sixty-Two

Chapter Sixty-Two

Such a commotion naturally disturbed Feng Ma and Fang Fang, who had already retired for the night.

Feng Ma and Fang Fang almost simultaneously put on their robes and came out. Upon reaching the living room and seeing Jiang Yiyan in such a state, both rushed over with great concern.

"What happened?" Feng Ma asked, "Why is Madam so drunk?" Usually, when Madam goes out alone to drink, it's one thing, but getting drunk with Sir? That’s truly strange.

Wen Mochuan had originally intended for all four of them to have a pleasant evening, enjoying a few drinks together as a way to relax. However, he didn’t expect that the two girls would insist on drinking cup after cup despite their low tolerance. Eventually, the situation became uncontrollable, leaving him and Xie Mingfeng at a loss on how to handle them.

They couldn't force them, so they tried to coax them while looking for an opportunity to leave discreetly.

Drinking too much is never good, and Wen Mochuan felt deeply guilty for letting his wife get into this state.

After vomiting, Jiang Yiyan felt better in her stomach, and she regained some sobriety.

"Today was happy, meeting another friend," she said. Friends were incredibly important to her in this world. But today’s excessive drinking wasn’t just because she met a new friend she clicked with.

She missed home, her parents. This was also an opportunity to drown her sorrows.

Perhaps after this heavy drinking, when she opened her eyes again, she would be back with her parents, continuing her life as a corporate worker in her old world?

Wen Mochuan asked Feng Ma and Fang Fang to clean up downstairs while he stayed close by, following her upstairs to the bedroom.

Jiang Yiyan was now alternating between being drunk and sober. Once inside the room, she lay down on the bed, seeming to pass out again. Feng Ma brought a glass of lemon honey water, which Wen Mochuan took from her, telling her to rest and assuring her that he would take care of things.

Seeing the couple grow closer, Feng Ma was naturally delighted and left them alone.

Wen Mochuan closed the door behind him and walked to the bedside. He sat down next to her, holding the glass of water with one hand and gently supporting her slender neck with the other, helping her sit up.

"Drink some water," he said softly.

Jiang Yiyan, though dazed and half-conscious, complied.

With the glass at her lips, she drank the entire contents without much effort. The warm water provided relief to her parched throat and burning stomach, making her feel more comfortable.

Wen Mochuan then gently laid her back down. He stood up and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, removing the one stained with vomit.

Since he hadn’t been sleeping in the bedroom recently, his personal items were in the study upstairs. There were no suitable clothes available here for the season.

Fortunately, Wen Mochuan wasn’t cold, so he remained shirtless and approached her again. Seeing his wife groaning and seemingly asleep, he gently nudged her and asked, "Do you want to take a shower before sleeping?" He knew that soaking in a bath right after drinking was not advisable, but a quick rinse with warm water would be fine.

Jiang Yiyan valued cleanliness, and the mix of sweat and alcohol made her uncomfortable. Hearing the word "shower," her remaining consciousness urged her to get up.

Without fully opening her eyes, she struggled to sit up and stumbled towards the bathroom.

Worried, Wen Mochuan followed her but was stopped when the bathroom door slammed shut in front of him.

Accustomed to his wife’s recent peculiar behavior, Wen Mochuan wasn’t surprised. He waited outside the door instead.

Jiang Yiyan’s shower was brief; five minutes later, the water stopped.

After a quick shower, Jiang Yiyan regained some clarity. However, she faced a dilemma: she had forgotten to bring her pajamas.

If Wen Mochuan weren’t there, she could have walked out naked. But through the frosted glass, she saw his tall figure still standing outside... he hadn’t left.

Jiang Yiyan bit her lip and started to dismiss him, "I’m fine now. You should go rest."

Hearing her voice sounding clear and sober, Wen Mochuan felt slightly relieved. Yet, her eagerness to distance herself from him left a bitter taste in his heart.

He couldn’t help noticing her deliberate avoidance, which had become increasingly overt.

Thinking about their past, Wen Mochuan felt a mix of emotions.

But he never wanted to force her into anything she didn’t want. So, he simply replied, "Alright, rest well."

"Um, yes," Jiang Yiyan quickly responded, "I am really tired and will sleep soon."

Wen Mochuan said nothing more, lingering silently for a moment before quietly leaving.

Once the tall silhouette outside the frosted glass disappeared, Jiang Yiyan cautiously opened the bathroom door. She peeked out, ensuring the room was empty, then sprinted to the bedroom to put on her pajamas.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Now dressed in her pajamas, Jiang Yiyan wasn’t afraid. Knowing it was him, she confidently walked to the door and opened it.

"What is it?" she asked, "Why did you come back...?"

Seeing the bare-chested man in front of her, Jiang Yiyan’s mind went blank.

This wasn’t the first time she had seen him without a shirt. During their stay at the suburban inn, they shared a room and a bed, and she had glimpsed him sleeping shirtless. But the dim lighting made it hard to see clearly, and they slept far apart.

Now, under bright lights, he stood before her, so close that she could almost touch his abs. It was impossible to look away.

To be honest, Jiang Yiyan felt flustered.

Facing such a handsome and fit body, it was hard not to be moved. She wasn’t a nun living in seclusion.

Moreover, he had been kind to her. Regardless of the reason, his attitude towards her had improved lately.

Jiang Yiyan felt overwhelmed.

It was difficult to resist someone attractive and kind, and she was no exception.

But ultimately, reason prevailed. Jiang Yiyan forced herself to regain composure, dismissing all distractions and adopting a serious demeanor to mask her earlier embarrassment.

"Why did you come back?" she frowned, looking unhappy at being disturbed from her rest. "Didn't you just leave?"

Wen Mochuan's gaze flickered over her face before he raised a hand to point at the bedroom behind her. "I left my shirt here."

Jiang Yiyan felt a bit embarrassed. Without saying anything else, she turned and went inside, retrieving the forgotten shirt for him.

As soon as she held it, she detected an unpleasant sour smell. Upon closer inspection, she found that his white shirt was stained with yellow vomit, though she couldn't tell when it had happened.

Jiang Yiyan, who had mostly sobered up and felt much better after a shower, suddenly felt another wave of nausea upon seeing this and smelling the sourness, making her want to vomit again.

She tried hard not to think about it as she handed him the shirt. "I'm really sorry for dirtying your shirt." In an attempt to avoid owing him, she hastily added, "What brand is it? I'll get you an identical one later as an apology."

Faced with her varied reactions, Wen Mochuan felt a mix of emotions within himself. However, he never showed any of them on his face, so no one could tell what he was feeling.

He remained composed despite his wife's irritation at his return and her offer to replace the shirt. He simply smiled faintly in both instances.

Without any pretense of politeness, Wen Mochuan readily agreed, almost as if he feared missing out on the opportunity. "Sure, let's go to the mall tomorrow."

Jiang Yiyan: "???" Not even a polite refusal?

She immediately regretted her offer, realizing that given his status, the shirt was likely expensive.

Jiang Yiyan thought about retracting her statement, suggesting she wash the shirt herself instead. But the words died on her lips several times.

Forget it; she had already spoken. Backing out now would be awkward.

Considering how decently he had treated her recently, buying him a new shirt wasn't too bad.

She also felt relieved that it was only the shirt that got dirty. If it had been his suit, replacing it would have been like cutting a piece of her flesh.

Thinking this way, Jiang Yiyan's mood improved. At least she only had to replace a shirt, which wasn't the worst outcome.

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Jiang Yiyan assumed that for Wen Mochuan, buying a shirt was a trivial matter he wouldn't remember or, if he did, wouldn't rush to act on it.

To her surprise, the next morning during breakfast, Wen Mochuan brought it up directly.

If he hadn't mentioned it, she might have forgotten. Now that he did, she remembered.

She inwardly grumbled about his stinginess but outwardly remained gracious. "Sure, whenever you're free."

"How about now?"

Jiang Yiyan: "???"

This must be intentional, right? If Wen Mochuan isn't doing this on purpose, write "Jiang Yiyan" backwards!