It's terrible. Mr. Lu is too clingy.

Without realizing it, Lu Ci got drunk himself. This time, almost no one forced him to drink, but he still got drunk.

He was very drunk, leaning on the table and chairs, his face flushed, crying and calling for his mother.

Everyone had no ill intentions and smiled at his embarrassment. They also asked him why he called his mother when he was drunk when he already had a wife.

The fifth cousin is a psychiatrist. He guessed at this moment: "Maybe it's because we just mentioned Second Aunt, and Ah Ye still thinks he is his drunken ten-year-old self."

Everyone sighed, feeling both amused and distressed, and called Lu's mother and Xie Xingran.

Looking at the person crying so hard, Mother Lu felt quite disgusted:

"You're already an adult. When you're drunk, why are you calling your wife 'mom'? Do you think you're still a baby?"

After teaching a lesson, he defended the way:

"You know he can't hold his liquor, so just give him less. You force him to drink every time you come back. Do you think he's just a drinking vessel?"

The uncle smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, you really wronged us this time. We didn't even force him to drink tonight. He drank it on his own."

Uncle Three: "Oh, it's my fault too. When Ah Ye mentioned Second Brother, he must have been sad. That's why he drank too much."

Mother Lu was silent for a while, sighed, and patted Lu Ciye on the back to comfort him.

But when she saw him stretching out his hands with tears streaming down his face, wanting a hug without any manners, Mother Lu decisively dodged.

He asked Xie Xingran who was worried beside him:

"Xiao Xingxing, I'll leave this brat to you to take care of. If you can't do it alone, call a few servants to help. Don't tire yourself out. I still have some gossip to listen to."

Xie Xingran laughed and said helplessly: "Go, Mom. I will take good care of him."

Afterwards, several cousins wanted to help her support Lu Ci back to his room, but Lu Ci resisted and gave up.

Several people laughed and said, "We, the grown men, are indeed no match for our sweet and soft wives, hahahaha."

Xie Xingran's face turned red from the laughter. He barely helped the person up and quickly fled the scene.

She finally reached the room, so tired that she could hardly straighten her back.

After throwing the man onto the bed, Xie Xingran rested for a long time before going out to find a maid to prepare a bowl of sobering soup without ginger.

During this time, Lu Ci seemed to be drunk to death. He lay obediently on the bed and didn't make any noise, but there were still tears on his face.

She brought a basin of hot water and gently wiped him.

But after a moment, Lu Ci opened his confused eyes, looked at her and called out "Mom" vaguely.

Xie Xingran was speechless.

She didn't know why he was so attached to Mother Lu tonight. Just as she was about to explain, she saw him crying again.

She cried so sadly, as if the sky was falling.

Then he called out "Mom" several times, his voice full of tears and a sense of wanting to say something but stopping.

Xie Xingran noticed that he was in a bad mood, and hurriedly patted his back and coaxed him softly:

"What's wrong, Aye? Tell mom, what happened?"

But later Lu Ci stopped talking and just cried.

She didn't ask any more questions and coaxed him for a long time before he calmed down.

Just at this moment, the maid brought some hangover soup, and Xie Xingran took the bowl to feed him.

Lu Ci also acted like a rogue and refused to drink.

"I don't want to drink this," he said in a childish tone. "Mom, the hangover soup you made is too bad. Dad wouldn't drink it even when he was drunk. I won't drink it either, and I haven't been drinking alcohol."

Xie Xingran: ...It’s a good thing that Mrs. Lu is not here, otherwise she would have made you look thinner no matter how thick-skinned you were.

Seeing that he was too drunk to recognize people, she wanted to tease him and took out her cell phone and pressed the record button.

The next moment, the voice softened and bewitched him:

"Aye, be good. If you drink, I'll give you a wife, okay?"

Lu Ciye: "? Wife? What is a wife?"

Xie Xingran raised his eyebrows and said deliberately: "A wife is someone who sleeps with you, but you have to wash her clothes, cook for her, blow dry her hair and wash her feet."

Lu Ci also frowned: "What can my wife do for me?"

"She can kiss you and hug you, comfort you when you cry, laugh with you when you are happy, and sleep with you when you are afraid of the dark. How about that? Do you want a wife?"

Lu Ciye's brows were furrowed and he remained in deep thought for a long time.

He pursed his lips and spoke hesitantly, saying:

"Okay, that seems a bit uneconomical. Mom, can I not have a wife? You and Dad can do all these with me."

Xie Xingran chuckled, tapped his head with his finger, and said in feigned anger:

"Okay, Lu Ciye, so that's what you think in your heart, but unfortunately, it's too late! You already have a wife, so you have to bear it even if it's not worth it."

Lu Ci was also shocked: "When did I have a wife?"

"When?" Xie Xingran snorted, holding his cheeks with both hands and rubbing them hard: "Lu Ciye, look carefully, I'm not your mother, I'm your wife."

"Ah?" Lu Ci was too drunk to react. He opened his eyes wide and found that the person in front of him was indeed not his mother, but someone he was very familiar with but whom he could not remember.

"You are my...little wife?"

At this moment, in his cognition, he is a six-year-old child with both parents.

The wife of a six-year-old boy is just a concubine.

But Xie Xingran didn't like this name, so he patted his face and corrected him:

"Not a concubine, but a wife. No matter what, I can't be a concubine, but if you have a concubine..."

She snorted coldly, stretched out her hand to hold it, and threatened: "Then don't blame me for cutting it off and throwing it in the toilet."

Lu Ci also groaned, and pulled his brother out pitifully and fearfully.

Then he twisted his body backwards, as if he felt she was a dangerous person and wanted to stay away from her.

"Heh." Xie Xingran grabbed his collar and pulled him back.

He suddenly struggled in fear: "You bullied me, I will tell my mother, I don't want you to be my wife!"

Her eyes were still red from crying, and the tip of her nose was also red. At this moment, she struggled weakly like a lamb to be slaughtered, and she could not escape from her sister's palm.

"Hmm..." Lu Ci looked at the enlarged face in front of him in shock.

His lips had been forced open, and he let her stir them in a daze.

The kiss became deeper and deeper, almost suffocating.

Perhaps it was because of this feeling of suffocation that Lu Ci suddenly realized what had happened.

Looking at the woman in front of him who closed her eyes and kissed him, he raised his hand to press the back of her head and slowly deepened the kiss.

Xie Xingran narrowed his eyes unexpectedly and saw that his eyebrows were relaxed and his long, curly, wet eyelashes were trembling.

It was as if the heartbroken puppy had been redeemed and was confirming the truth of what was happening before his eyes.

The two kissed passionately for half an hour, and the hangover soup had gone cold.

When they released each other, the silver thread hung in the middle, ambiguously connecting the corners of their lips.

Lu Ci also slowly reached out and wiped away the silver thread.

Xie Xingran panted slightly, curled his lips and asked, "Why? Did you remember that I'm your wife?"