Being carried onto an ambulance at the start? But this is America!

"This is love!"

Looking at Roland, who sat alone with a stiff back, Li Ping sighed, took out two bottles of whiskey from the remaining supplies, and walked over.

The others in the camp—Camilla, Una, and Old Tom—all gave him meaningful glances, their meaning clear: now only you can talk to this stubborn lawyer brother.

Roland is a good person, loyal, and capable.

But this love-struck mentality, especially his boundless soft-heartedness towards women, has reached the point of being a terminal illness.

Nova had treated her like this before, yet she still held onto hope for her time and time again.

Until this time, she was really screwed over.

Li Ping even felt a chill run down his spine, thinking that if his runaway ex-wife came back now and shed a couple of tears, would Roland be completely disoriented again?

"Bro, thanks for today."

Roland didn't look up, his voice hoarse, as he took the wine bottle from Li Ping.

She stopped using the cup and poured the contents directly into the bottle, tilting her head back.

The dark golden liquid traced a rapid stream of light under the remaining camp lights, rushing past her bobbing Adam's apple, flowing down her fair and slender neck, and finally disappearing into the undulating waves.

Li Ping sat down next to her and then noticed Roland's outfit tonight.

A slightly loose denim shirt over a fitted black short-sleeved T-shirt, paired with distressed denim shorts.

A pair of long, straight legs, dazzlingly white in the dim light, were casually resting on the armrest of a broken sofa.

The alcohol and dejection weakened her usual deliberately tough-guy aura; curled up there now, she looked more like a beautiful, wounded woman who had let down all her defenses.

His short brown hair was messily covering his forehead, his usually sharp gray-blue eyes were misty, and his cheeks were flushed with an unnatural redness from the alcohol.

Li Ping couldn't help but let out a silent "whoosh" in his heart.

This guy with the nice chest tonight is a bit too much.

The two of them stood facing the bottle and drank in silence for several rounds.

In the distance, Una looked at the two figures sitting side by side and suddenly had a whimsical idea.

"Don't you think... it would be great if Ping could be with Roland?"

The light outlined Li Ping's profile.

In just a few days, the boy who was as thin as a bamboo pole when he first arrived seemed to have been reborn. His shoulders were broader, the lines of his arms were clearly visible under the fabric, and even when he sat still, he exuded a powerful and vigorous aura.

Meanwhile, Roland, slightly tipsy, shed his lawyer's sharpness and softened into a gentle, non-aggressive demeanor in the night and with the intoxication.

There was a strange harmony between the two of them.

"Can Ping turn things around for Roland? If he can, that would be a truly meritorious deed."

Camilla's eyes lit up as she looked at the scene in front of her, feeling as if she were watching one of the East Asian romance dramas she was following.

"Roland graduated from a proper law school. Although he's quite a bit older than Ping, the two get along very well. Ping didn't lose out either."

Old Tom looked up from a pile of circuit boards, pushed up his glasses, and shook his head.

"Difficult! Roland likes girls, you've all seen that before."

"With her looks and demeanor, the men who have been pursuing her since she was a child could line up all the way to Santa Monica Beach. If it were possible, they would have broken up with her long ago."

"What if?"

Camilla nudged Una with her elbow, lowering her voice with a mischievous chuckle.

"Rola is at his most vulnerable right now. Shall we lend them a hand? We'll pretend we're fast asleep and let Ping deal with the drunken Roland. Who knows, maybe the two of them will accidentally blow each other out of proportion?"

"Huh? Will Roland be angry when he wakes up?" Una asked hesitantly.

"We didn't do anything, we just couldn't move her." Camilla blinked.

"It's better than her getting screwed over by another 'Nova,' right?"

She was only trying to help Roland. Given Roland's judgment of women, he would eventually be taken advantage of by them and live off them for the rest of his life.

Why not find a reliable man? Li Ping is quite good; he's made it big in such a short time.

……

Li Ping was completely unaware of the whispers in the distance.

He was looking at Roland with a headache as he took another big gulp and his eyes started to glaze over.

Usually when they drink, Roland pulls him aside to vent and complain, but today it's the other way around.

My good brother was really hurt. Today's situation is different; it's like his girlfriend teamed up with outsiders to blackmail him.

Li Ping had only ever seen this kind of Minotaur scenario in novels in his previous life. Any man who encountered this situation would be mortified.

"Bro, at least you're a woman," Li Ping thought to himself.

"Now you should finally see Nova clearly, right? When you're looking for a partner in the future, keep your eyes open," Li Ping tentatively suggested.

He was afraid Roland still harbored illusions about Nova; he shouldn't be that foolish, but it was better to ask anyway.

Roland turned her head, her deep, mature voice trembling with tears, and took another sip: "Now that I see clearly, I'll never trust her again."

But after saying that, tears welled up again. "But I still feel so bad. How could she do this to me? Doesn't she care about our past relationship at all? Bro, I'm really not reconciled!"

Li Ping really didn't know how to comfort her: "It's normal to be sad. Anyone would be sad if something like this happened, bro."

He himself felt that this consolation was inadequate; he couldn't find the words to comfort him anymore, it was too tragic.

Roland, unable to receive any more comfort, grew even more distressed. He took another swig, the wine dripping down his chin, mingling with his tears.

"What have I done these past few months? What about the debts I paid off for her?!"

"You're just unlucky," Li Ping blurted out, unable to hold back any longer.

Roland was stunned, feeling as if his heart had been stabbed again.

People from Dongda University are really direct.

Strangely, this undisguised frankness actually made her feel a little better.

"Bro,"

She put down the bottle, her reddened eyes fixed on Li Ping, a desperate plea in her voice, "Go ahead and curse me. Use your truest thoughts to call me a fool. I need to be cursed until I'm more clear-headed, so I can shut my heart off love forever!"

Li Ping gasped, his eyes widening in surprise: "Are you sure?"

What special requirement is this?

"Sure!"

Roland nodded vigorously, his short hair swinging. "What you just said was more effective than any other comforting words. I can't stay stuck in this mess any longer."

Seeing that she was serious, Li Ping also perked up, sat up straight, and launched into a tirade with heartfelt indignation:

"Do you know what a simp is? Bro, you're the king of simps. Love is a two-way street, a mutual effort. If it's just you pouring your heart and soul into it, spending money and effort, that's not love, that's one-sided worship!"

When you only give without limits, you are no longer seen as an equal by the other person; you have willingly turned yourself into a dog that wags its tail and begs for mercy!

No one respects a dog's feelings, Nova did, and so did your ex-wife Eloise!

"Especially Nova, she's a drug addict! Bro, you're having feelings for a drug addict?"

Expecting drug addicts to have a conscience?

No one will seriously discuss the future with a stray dog ​​on the street. The dog will bring food anyway, and you can't shoo it away. A sycophant won't win love; they'll only get endless extortion and betrayal!

Roland was completely stunned. His mouth hung open, and after a long pause, he managed to stammer out, his voice trembling with tears, "Brother, how could you..."

"Didn't you want me to scold you to wake you up? I actually did complain, and here you are again." Li Ping looked innocent.

Roland was both aggrieved and shocked: "But you used such vile language, I could sue you for personal attack."

"Wait a minute? I haven't even started cursing yet!" Li Ping looked at Roland, who was in tears, with a face full of question marks.

"You're calling me a dog on the street, isn't that an insult?" Roland was somewhat shocked.

"This is an objective description and metaphor of your behavior, how can it be considered an insult?"

Li Ping was even more helpless. "Your behavior pattern is definitely that of a seasoned simp."

"You're insulting me again!" Roland Blue accused, her eyes filled with tears.

Li Ping: "..."

It seems that Western-style verbal sparring vocabulary is too limited; they can't even handle this level of intensity.

"Okay, Bro,"

He sighed in resignation, changing his tone, "Shall I try being gentler?"

Roland sniffed and nodded.

Li Ping racked his brains and used what he considered the mildest words: "Fuck...you idiot...you stupid fool...you big moron..."

This almost flirtatious, harmless scolding made Roland feel both scolded and happy.

A faint, dreamy smile slowly spread across her tear-streaked face as she began to reflect on herself.

Li Ping was completely at a loss.

Okay, I can accept all of that, but I can't accept a simp.

It seems that the term "simp" is a true truth-bombing blow for certain people, with a built-in armor-piercing effect.

It caused a 1000% impact.

If someone gets upset when called a "simp," it's highly likely that they are a genuine simp.

Looking at his good brother in front of him, who was both crying and laughing, looking disheveled yet beautiful, Li Ping picked up the wine bottle and gently clinked it against hers.

"Drink up, Bro. Drink your fill tonight, the sun will rise again tomorrow."