After being reborn, her aloof ex-husband and her crazy deceased husband got into a fight.

Gan Cai'er and Zhu Xiaoxiao did not linger in Zhushan County. The next morning, they took a carriage back to Danzhou Prefecture.

Before they left, Steward Li prepared a lot of food for the two of them to eat on the road, and also moved three small jars of osmanthus wine and put them on the carriage.

Butler Li said, "This is osmanthus wine that Madam brewed herself. She specially asked someone to bring it from Qingshui Town. This wine is sweet and has a pleasant aftertaste. It's not very intoxicating. Miss, take a few jars back and try it."

"Thank you, Uncle Li," Zhu Xiaoxiao replied with a smile.

Afterwards, the group rode in a carriage, carrying wine and food, and slowly made their way to Danzhou Prefecture.

The journey back was not short. After walking for a while, Zhu Xiaoxiao felt bored, so she picked up a jar of wine. As soon as she opened the seal, a rich fragrance of osmanthus wafted out, instantly filling the entire carriage.

"Wow, it smells so good~~~" Little Red sniffed.

"My wife's wine is delicious. Master and the eldest son look forward to it every year," Huan'er said proudly.

"How about we all have a drink?" Zhu Xiaoxiao shook the wine jar.

“Okay!” Gan Cai’er nodded happily.

Xiao Hong took out four sets of cups from a hidden compartment in the carriage, and then the four of them, master and servant, began to drink, one cup for each of them.

Mo Yan, who was driving the carriage, wrinkled his nose and frowned, saying, "At this rate, I hope you don't get drunk."

The osmanthus wine was very sweet upon first sip, leaving a lingering fragrance on the palate, without a trace of spiciness or alcohol taste. Before they knew it, the group had drunk quite a lot.

Especially Gan Cai'er.

During her trip to Zhushan, she not only unexpectedly encountered Meng Yu, but also met Ma Yuting. Memories of her past life surged through her mind like a raging storm.

Those things she had forgotten reappeared before her eyes, one by one. Countless grievances, resentments, embarrassments, and pains from her past life came crashing down on her once more, overwhelming her again, and she was powerless to push away those illusory memories.

Feeling frustrated, she drank one glass of wine after another in a hurry. Before long, she leaned against the car wall, half-closing her eyes, feeling drowsy.

"Ma'am, we're home."

Mo Yan parked the carriage, but found it completely still. He pushed open the wooden door to check. There he saw four people lying haphazardly inside.

Mo Yan was at his wit's end and could only sigh as he went to the courtyard to find someone to help him.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw Mo Yun sparring with Lan Tingzhi in the courtyard.

"Why are you back?" Mo Yan asked in surprise.

"Where did you get all smelly of alcohol?" Mo Yun asked, even more surprised.

The two spoke almost at the same time.

"Sigh, it's a long story. I'll go find some green grass and green leaves first, and have them help the lady back to her room." Mo Yan shook his head helplessly and sighed.

"You don't mean my sister-in-law has been drinking, do you?" Lan Tingzhi's eyes widened.

When Gan Cai'er gets drunk, she's quite something, incredibly wild! She once got drunk and publicly ripped off her brother's clothes, then clung to him and wouldn't let go. And that's how she became his sister-in-law.

From then on, Lan Tingzhou strictly controlled Gan Cai'er, forbidding her from drinking more than three cups of alcohol, and Gan Cai'er never got drunk again.

Did the sun rise in the west today?

Lanting lifted his foot to head out the door, wanting to see what the commotion was about.

"Tingzhi, come back." A clear, cold voice rang out.

Lan Tingzhi paused, turned around, and saw Lan Tingzhi coming out of the study.

"Go back to your room and stay there."

Lan Tingzhou glanced at him indifferently, then walked straight past him towards the carriage outside the courtyard gate.

"Young master, if Madam is truly drunk, we should excuse ourselves for a moment." Mo Yun pushed Lan Tingzhi toward the west wing.

Lanting touched his nose and thought, "Well, the excitement is over."

"I'll go call Green Grass and the others; there are still three in that carriage." Mo Yan also went to the servants' quarters.

The courtyard suddenly fell silent.

It was also very quiet outside the courtyard.

Lan Tingzhou pushed open the car door, and a strong smell of alcohol, like a flood, rushed out and hit him in the face.

He frowned almost imperceptibly, then reached out, bypassed the other three, and accurately grabbed Gan Cai'er, dragging her outside.

Gan Cai'er was pulled hard and couldn't help but open her eyes, looking at him groggily.

It was nearly dusk, and the glow of the setting sun spread across the horizon. Lan Tingzhou stood against the light in front of the carriage, and Gan Cai'er couldn't make out his features clearly, but she knew that this man was her husband, and she was safe.

Following Lan Tingzhou's momentum, she grabbed his strong hand, struggled a few times, and finally crawled out of the carriage.

Lan Tingzhou picked the person up and carried them into the courtyard.

Based on her long-standing, ingrained habit, Gan Cai'er naturally hugged Lan Tingzhou's neck and buried her head in his neck.

Lan Tingzhou paused, his heel hitting the ball of his foot, and he stumbled on flat ground. His heart skipped a beat and jumped into his throat.

Sure enough, the next moment, Gan Cai'er opened her mouth and bit his earlobe, even making two smacking noises.

Lan Tingzhou froze, a chill running down his spine. He pursed his lips tightly, stood there for a long while, before taking long strides and walking quickly towards the bedroom.

Lantingzhou's embrace felt very secure, making Gan Cai'er feel dizzy and confused. For a moment, she couldn't distinguish between her past life and this life, nor did she know where she was.

She felt an extraordinary familiarity and a unique smoothness in the soft flesh of her mouth. Some memories she had long buried suddenly surfaced.

"Hehehe." Gan Cai'er suddenly chuckled softly, then reached out and touched Lan Tingzhou's face, and began to sing a little tune.

"Oh dear, oh dear, young man, with such a thin and smooth face, dark eyes and red lips, so fragrant and soft, it's tempting to taste..."

Gan Cai'er sang with a melodious tune, her voice both delicate and seductive.

Lantingzhou was so angry that his teeth were grinding together.

Where did all these obscene and erotic songs come from?!

How much did she drink to get this drunk?!

Lan Tingzhou lowered his eyes, coldly looking at the person in his arms who was still singing a little tune, and at the hands that were groping around everywhere. He wished he could just throw the person away.

He did indeed throw the person away, but not on the ground; he threw them onto the bed.

The osmanthus wine tasted sweet, like sugar water. At first, one didn't feel drunk, but its effects were very strong. Gan Cai'er was completely drunk at this point.

She rolled around on the bed, making a ruckus, her little songs never stopping. After singing "Little Gentleman," she sang "Eighteen Touches," and then, to match the lyrics, her little hands kept grabbing and tugging at Lantingzhou.

Lan Tingzhou had just grabbed her hand when she bit him again...

Lan Tingzhou struggled to stay upright on the bed, a thin layer of sweat beading on his forehead. He gritted his teeth and made a firm resolution: from now on, there would be no alcohol in the house, not even a drop!

With great difficulty, Lan Tingzhou finally managed to subdue the drunken Gan Cai'er and hold her firmly in his arms.

Gan Cai'er also quieted down. She stretched out her finger and poked Lan Tingzhou's heart again and again, saying aggrievedly, "Xiao Xiao is right. You are blind and heartless, a heartless person."

Lan Tingzhou was taken aback and froze.

Gan Cai'er buried her face in his chest again and said in a muffled voice, "Lan Tingzhou, why don't you like me?"

Gan Cai'er's voice was full of sadness, and a moment later, Lan Tingzhou felt a warm, damp sensation on his chest. Was she crying?

Lan Tingzhou's heart clenched painfully.

He subconsciously murmured softly, gently coaxing her.

"I don't dislike it."

Unfortunately, Gan Cai'er couldn't hear it.