Feeling a complex gaze fall upon his face, carrying a sense of scrutiny and inquiry, Jun Wuchen suddenly realized he had exposed something.
He quickly adjusted his emotions and said with a smile:
"...This ring is really beautiful."
"Hehe, I think it’s beautiful too." Wen Xiao’ai smiled and looked at Jun Moyan, only to see him staring at Jun Wuchen.
And there was something strange about his gaze.
Wen Xiao’ai waved her small hand in front of Jun Moyan’s eyes.
Jun Moyan withdrew his gaze, picked up chopsticks from the table, and served Wen Xiao’ai some food: "Didn’t you say you liked this? Eat more."
Sensing that Jun Moyan might have perceived something, Jun Wuchen spoke up: "Moyan, want to drink?"
Jun Moyan looked up at him, his gaze complex. A few seconds later, he directly picked up the red wine on the table, poured two glasses, and handed one to Jun Wuchen.
The two of them said nothing and simply started drinking.
Jun Wuchen knew that Jun Moyan might have guessed his thoughts, but he didn’t explain anything, as doing so would only make it more obvious.
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Those words of blessing sounded particularly harsh to Gu Li.
Every time Gu Li thanked a guest, his wine glass would empty, and after just three or four tables, he was already slightly drunk.
Gu Sheng was also drinking heavily.
"Asheng, drink less." Mrs. Gu looked at Gu Sheng with concern.
A perfectly good celebration became filled with tension and fear.
Gu Sheng pretended not to hear, chugging as if it were plain water.
"Second brother, don’t drink anymore..."
Gu Yao mustered up the courage to speak, trying to use this chance to say a couple of words to Gu Sheng, but she didn’t expect him to look at her with eyes filled with hatred.
The terrifying look that could almost kill her with a glance made Gu Yao’s heart skip a beat.
This side of Gu Sheng was more frightening than before.
Gu Yao, who had finally overcome her fear of Gu Sheng, was somewhat startled.
"Asheng!" Mrs. Gu saw Gu Yao getting scared and quickly called Gu Sheng, her tone with a hint of blame.
Only then did Gu Sheng withdraw his gaze, continuing to drink by himself.
For most people, this wedding was still a happy occasion.
When the wedding ended, and Jun Moyan and Wen Xiao’ai returned to Wu Garden, it was already seven in the evening.
Wen Xiao’ai supported the drunken Jun Moyan upstairs, her tiny frame struggling with each step on the staircase.
"Miss Wen, be careful."
Qing Yi watched anxiously from below, but Wen Xiao’ai wouldn’t let him touch the Third Young Master, insisting on assisting him up herself.
Although Jun Moyan was drunk, he still had some awareness, just that his body was not entirely under his control.
He knew it was Wen Xiao’ai supporting him, and even though part of his weight was on her, he was actually trying to protect her from falling.
Finally managing to get Jun Moyan upstairs, Wen Xiao’ai opened the door, and as they approached the bed, Jun Moyan collapsed onto it, almost taking her down with him, which gave her a fright.
Seeing that Jun Moyan wasn’t hurt, she let out a sigh of relief.
Looking at the drunken Jun Moyan, Wen Xiao’ai got a bit angry and climbed on top of him, pulling at his ears with her small hands.
"I told you not to drink so much, and you still did, even getting Second Brother drunk too. Being so disobedient, you’ll be punished to stand in the corner tomorrow."
The next second, with his eyes still closed, Jun Moyan suddenly embraced her, rolled over, and pinned her underneath him.
His drunken body didn’t obey commands, pressing all his weight onto Wen Xiao’ai.