After a blind date, a wealthy heir asked me to marry him.

Upon seeing the young mistress, the bodyguard cleared his throat before speaking.

"Hello, I'm Fu Cheng's... friend. He's drunk, so I brought him home."

Remembering Archie's instructions, he inexplicably added, "Your husband misses you a lot!"

Lu Shiyi: "(◎-◎；)???"

Is there a missing word between the "want" and "you" he mentioned?

But she quickly said politely, "Thank you, thank you for your trouble."

As she spoke, she helped Fu Cheng from the other person's arms. Instantly, she felt a solid wall leaning against her. Fortunately, she was strong enough not to be crushed.

Seeing that the young mistress had successfully taken over from Young Master Fu, the bodyguard quickly said "You're welcome" and immediately left.

Lu Shiyi helped Fu Cheng stagger into the house.

Now, Fu Cheng relies on her to support 80% of his weight, and only the remaining 20% ​​is supported by his own meager consciousness.

After walking a few steps, Lu Shiyi was too exhausted, so she gently placed Fu Cheng on the sofa.

Then she turned around to get her slippers. The floor she had just mopped was now dirty because he had stepped on it, so she had to mop it again.

When she returned with the slippers, Fu Cheng, who had been sitting at an angle, was now lying down.

Lu Shiyi changed his shoes with disdain, "I haven't even celebrated yet, and you're already celebrating, getting yourself all drunk..."

Fu Cheng, sitting on the sofa, was stammering, his tongue trembling, still mumbling incoherently, "I...didn't...didn't Qing..."

Then it completely went silent.

Lu Shiyi glanced at him, put the shoes she had taken off on the shoe cabinet, and came back to help him into the master bedroom.

It turned out that he had lost even his last bit of consciousness and was fast asleep.

Lu Shiyi clung to her husband's arm, but she couldn't pull him up or move him; his strong, upright body barely left the sofa.

After trying a few times, she gave up decisively.

"Being this drunk, it's already a blessing to have a sofa to sleep on."

Lu Shiyi went into the second bedroom to get a blanket. He wouldn't let her into the master bedroom, so she could only use her own blanket for him.

She bent down to cover him with the blanket, then glanced at her sleeping husband and thought that he looked much better asleep than when he was awake.

As Lu Shiyi finished covering the wound and turned to leave, suddenly, a warm, large hand gripped her wrist tightly.

She was slightly taken aback, turned around, and saw that her husband was still fast asleep.

He muttered to himself, "I didn't take advantage of you, but you're taking advantage of me!"

Lu Shiyi tried to pull her wrist away, but it was held too tightly, and she couldn't do it no matter how many times she tried.

Her eyes were fixed on Fu Cheng's fair and slender hands. He usually didn't seem very strong when helping to carry groceries, but now he seemed to have a lot of strength.

Lu Shiyi watched for a while, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously began to turn up.

"You won't loosen it, huh?"

She decisively raised her other hand and pinched her husband's hand hard. Seeing that he didn't react much, she even twisted it once.

“Ah…it hurts…”

With a scream, Lu Shiyi finally managed to break free of the wrist.

But then Fu Cheng turned over and fell asleep again.

Lu Shiyi was too lazy to even complain about her husband's habit of grabbing people's hands while sleeping, so she turned around and went back to her room to sleep.

The next day, Fu Cheng slept until the sun was high in the sky before waking up.

He stretched his sore and stiff shoulders, opened his eyes, and found that he had actually fallen asleep on the sofa.

Fu Cheng grabbed the blanket that was half-dangling on the floor and covered himself with it.

Only after covering himself did he realize that he had gone to unnecessary trouble; his clothes were still on properly, and nothing was exposed.

Fu Cheng let out a long sigh of relief, staring blankly at the pink Peppa Pig blanket covering him. He was certain it wasn't his own.

Fu Cheng rubbed his temples, trying hard to recall what happened last night.

All he remembered was drinking with He Ze. That old buddy He Ze didn't ask anything, didn't offer any comfort, and just kept refilling his glass. Then, as he drank, that was the end of it.

He doesn't even remember how he got home.

However, he vaguely remembered having a dream. Fu Cheng quickly raised his hand and saw a large purple patch on the back of his hand, which he found very unbelievable.

In her dream, Lu Shiyi learned his true identity. Five months later, she resolutely left in accordance with the agreement.

Then in the dream, he actually cried and begged for forgiveness, holding onto Lu Shiyi's hand and refusing to let go. As a result, Lu Shiyi turned her head and bit his hand hard...

He touched the back of his hand, which was still slightly sore. He found it strange; it didn't look like a bite. Besides, it was just a dream. Why would his hand be injured?

As for his dream, he found it even more outrageous; such a situation could absolutely never happen to him.

They say dreams and reality are opposites, and that's definitely true. When that time comes, she'll probably be the one crying and begging herself.

Fu Cheng threw off the blanket and got up. The smell of alcohol and sweat wafted straight to his head. He went straight to the master bedroom to take a shower with a look of disgust.

After taking a shower and changing his clothes, he felt refreshed and revitalized.

Thinking back to the agreement he had his wife sign yesterday, he's now unsure whether it was right or wrong.

But since it's already signed, there's no point in thinking about it anymore. Let nature take its course.

Fu Cheng strolled around the living room with a water glass in his hand, then strolled around the kitchen. His wife had already left for work, but why hadn't she left him breakfast?

There was absolutely nothing to eat at home.

It was almost noon, and he was starving.

But why is there no breakfast?

As if he had thought of something, Fu Cheng's face darkened.

Who said yesterday that we should speak our minds, ask questions, and refuse to engage in the silent treatment? But now, she's giving me the silent treatment, not leaving me any food, and not even saying a word.

Fu Cheng picked up his phone and prepared to leave.

Then I saw several WeChat messages from Lu Shiyi; that's how he saved his wife's WeChat contact.

Lu Shiyi: "It's inconvenient for you to cook since you're sleeping in the living room. I'll eat breakfast outside, so you can take care of yourself when you get up."

Fu Cheng felt as if his face had been slapped, burning hot.

Lu Shiyi: "You must have been late when you got up. Remember to ask your boss for leave."

Bang, another slap.

Lu Shiyi: "The agreement states that I cannot enter your room without permission, so the blanket you're using is mine. Remember to wash it for me."

Slap, slap, another slap.

She explained all of Fu Cheng's doubts.

Including the last one.

Lu Shiyi: "Also, that purple patch on the back of your hand is from when I pinched you. Next time you grab someone's hand randomly, it won't be as simple as just pinching them."

Fu Cheng unconsciously withdrew his hand. "She pinched you? I actually held her hand?"

Thinking about his dream last night, he couldn't help but shudder. He probably only held hands and didn't cry or shout, right?

Fu Cheng was unsure, because he couldn't remember anything at all.

He was extremely remorseful at that moment, and he vowed never to get drunk again.

However, Lu Shiyi, as his wife, actually pinched him, leaving a large bruise.

She...she's committing domestic violence...