Your Highness, your wife doesn't want you anymore!

Inside the nightclub, Kings Nian drank a bottle of liquor in front of him, then the bottle fell to the ground.

A man stood in the shadows, a cigarette dangling from his lips. Fu Ting, seeing Jin Si Nian's dejected state, couldn't help but step forward to stop him: "Drink less. Aren't you going to go back and hug your wife later?"

Since the last time Jin Si Nian drank some wine at his place and was disliked by his sister-in-law, he has never drunk so much again.

When you call him over, he'll sit for a short while and then leave, never touching a drop of alcohol.

He was afraid that if he went back smelling of alcohol, his sister-in-law wouldn't let him hug her.

Fu Ting tried to snatch the bottle from his hand, but Jin Si Nian dodged it. He was still suppressing his emotions: "What are you trying to take? Worried I won't pay you?"

How could he possibly worry that Jin Sinian wouldn't pay for his drinks? "Drink less, what's wrong with you?"

"He's been here for ages, barely exchanged a few words, just kept drinking in silence."

Isn't it said that the more you drink, the happier you become?

Why did he become more and more depressed the more he drank?

When he came in, he had a dark face, I don't know who made him angry, but he ordered several cases of wine and drank them.

Fu Ting sat down beside him: "What's wrong? Did you have a fight with your sister-in-law?"

That shouldn't be happening!

My sister-in-law can't even speak properly. She stammers and takes forever to say a single sentence. Who can she possibly argue with!

Jin Si Nian tilted his head back and took another gulp of wine, his eyes instantly reddening, his voice hoarse with a sob and unspeakable bitterness: "Three years, almost three years..."

"I serve her every day, but I can't warm her heart."

"Why did she still leave!"

The bottle in his hand smashed on the ground, shards flying everywhere.

Isn't he good to Zhizhi?

When she first moved in, I cooked for her every day, massaged her stomach when she had her period, made brown sugar water for her, and even washed her underwear.

Why is she still so eager to leave?

Fu Ting looked at Jin Si Nian, who was slumped on the sofa with a dejected expression, and kicked the sofa armrest in anger, cursing without any mercy.

"Who the hell told you to create that ridiculous persona for yourself, this 'heartless and ruthless, womanizing' image that lets you dabble in every woman's life without ever getting attached'!"

"You're just a married man, stop pretending to be a playboy!"

Jin Si Nian remained silent, his fingers holding the wine glass. He tilted his head back and gulped down another mouthful of strong liquor. The bitter liquid slid down his throat, but it couldn't suppress the regret and distress surging in his heart.

He was just putting on an act, and now he regrets it.

"Alright, that's enough, stop drinking!"

Fu Ting snatched the wine glass from his hand, looked at the empty bottles scattered on the ground, his brows furrowed with worry: "You already have a bad stomach, do you really want to drink yourself to death here?"

He crouched down, looked at Jin Si Nian's dejected face, and earnestly advised, "Stop torturing yourself here, drinking more alcohol won't help."

"Go back to your wife, apologize properly, and talk things out. Stop putting on that arrogant act!"

Jin Nian retorted, "Why should I apologize?!"

"It's her fault. She doesn't reply to my messages and is involved with other men."

"I just asked her a couple of questions out of anger, and she tried to leave!"

"I'm not apologizing!"

"She should be the one apologizing to me."

Fu Ting looked at him, speechless =_=: "You drank fake alcohol, when has your wife ever apologized to you?"

You deserve to be dumped by your wife!

Keep being arrogant, you'll have your day.

No, he's already crying.

Fu Ting looked at Jin Si Nian, who was drunk and had collapsed unconscious on the sofa, and sighed helplessly. He was drunk. He reached out to touch the phone in Jin Si Nian's pocket.

"I'm really fed up with you. This can't go on like this. I'll call your sister-in-law to come pick you up."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Si Nian, who had been drowsy, suddenly sat up on the sofa, his eyes still blurry with drunkenness, his brows furrowed, and his tone full of grievance and stubborn resentment.

"I don't want her to pick me up; she'll only make me angry..."

"She still wants to leave. She has no heart, not even a little bit."

He hung his head, the alcohol taking effect, and poured out all his grievances in a muffled voice: "She never sees how good I am to her."

Looking at his distraught appearance, Fu Ting felt both annoyed and amused. He knew Jin Si Nian too well; these were just drunken ramblings that didn't reflect his true feelings.

"Even if it's to upset you, your sister-in-law has to take you away. I can't take care of you."

Fu Ting reached into Jin Si Nian's coat pocket and finally found the phone. He took it out and saw it required a four-digit password to unlock. He patted Jin Si Nian on the shoulder and asked, "What's the phone password?"

Jin Si Nian was so drunk that his mind was foggy and he didn't think carefully at all. He almost blurted out, "It's Zhi Zhi's birthday."

Fu Ting was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help rolling his eyes, saying helplessly, "It's your wife's birthday, how am I supposed to know!"

Jin Si Nian squinted, muttered something, and clearly recited a string of numbers: "0820!"

I turned on my phone, opened WeChat, and saw a heart-shaped chat window at the top of my chat list.

Fu Ting guessed that his sister-in-law probably never checked Jin Si Nian's phone!

Otherwise, how could he not know what Jin Si Nian was thinking?

Jin Si Nian cautiously peeked over, and Fu Ting raised an eyebrow at him: "Didn't you... not want your sister-in-law to pick you up?"

He just kept pretending.

Strong Bro!

Sooner or later, he'll ruin his sister-in-law's reputation.

Jin Si Nian panicked and stammered, "Who, who wants her to pick them up?"

"I... I was just checking to see if there were any work-related messages."

Fu Ting smiled teasingly: "Oh, your stuttering is exactly the same as your sister-in-law's."

Jin Si Nian fell silent. Fu Ting sent Nan Zhi his location and, mimicking Jin Si Nian's tone, spoke to her: "Come pick me up!"

Then he waited, eager to hear the WeChat message even more than he was.

Unfortunately, after waiting for a long time, Jin Si Nian's heart grew cold, and the hand holding the wine bottle fell limply. His voice was hoarse: "She won't come, she won't come..."

Ah, I should have known!

"Wait a bit, maybe your sister-in-law is busy and hasn't checked her phone," Fu Ting offered as an excuse.

Jin Nian revealed the truth: "These days, everyone has their phone in their hand, how could they not see it?"

"She doesn't have me in her heart..."

These words made Jin Si Nian even more heartbroken.

"You can leave now. I want to be alone for a while."

Fu Ting opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak...

On the other side, Nan Zhi, who had just finished showering, saw a message from Jin Si Nian, which included a location and three short words.

A message sent two minutes ago: Jin Nian went out for drinks.

Since you're letting her pick you up, shouldn't you bring some hangover soup with you?

We need to get Aunt Qing ready, after all, she's the big spender.

However, they had just argued during the day.

Now they act as if nothing happened, brazenly letting her go pick them up.

Of course, she had no choice but to go and pick it up.

By the time Aunt Qing finished preparing the hangover soup and put it into a thermos, a long time had passed.

"Young Madam, why don't I go with you?"

"It's so late, I'm worried!"

Nan Zhi, carrying the thermos, said, "No, it's nothing."

"I can, I can."