"Ranran, do you know how much I envy you?" Luo Qi’s voice wavered between sobs. She had had too much to drink and was clutching Ye Ranran’s shoulders.
"Chen Chen is getting married to that mistress of his. They’re engaged. Damn it, I can’t believe someone would actually want to marry such a scumbag. He even has the nerve to call me, harassing me day in and day out."
Ye Ranran didn’t know how to console her. All she could do was join her in one drink after another.
By the time Jun Mochan arrived, both women were heavily drunk. He and Ah Chuan each carried one of them out of the bar.
"Ye Ranran, quite the drinker, aren’t you?" Jun Mochan’s voice carried a dangerous edge.
"Of course, I can drink anyone under the table. Hmmm, you look a lot like my husband. Let me tell you, my husband is wonderful, the best man in the world to me. I love him."
Her declaration of love took Jun Mochan aback, and he looked at her, stunned.
"What did you say? Say it again."
"Why should I repeat it? You’re not my husband. But I never told him that I loved him." Ye Ranran lowered her eyes slightly as she spoke.
Despite being drunk, Ye Ranran maintained her composure, which surprised Jun Mochan.
"Because I think he’s hiding something. It’s like he loves me, but he’s keeping so many secrets. I’ve never even met his family," Ye Ranran said, counting on her fingers.
"Maybe he’s afraid his family will object."
"I know. But I’m not scared. I’ll always stand by his side," Ye Ranran declared, looking up.
Perhaps it was the effects of the alcohol, but her flushed face looked like the most vibrant sunset.
Jun Mochan’s gaze deepened. After a long while, he said, "You’ll meet them soon, I hope at that time, you’ll be as resolute as you are now."
"Let’s go, I’ll take you home." Jun Mochan pulled her into his arms.
Stepping out of the bar, the wind picked up, chilling Ye Ranran to the bone.
Late autumn had arrived, and winter was just around the corner.
"I don’t want to walk anymore. Will you carry me?" she mumbled, her voice heavy with the effects of alcohol.
"The car’s just up ahead, we’ll be there soon," Jun Mochan tried to reassure her.
"No, I want you to carry me," Ye Ranran insisted, throwing a tantrum.
Without any other choice, Jun Mochan squatted down, facing her, "Hop on."
Ye Ranran happily jumped onto his back. His back was broad and warm.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and was comforted by his familiar scent.
The cold wind blew, sobering her up a bit. It brought back to her mind a past memory where a charming young man had once carried her on his back, promising to stay by her side forever.
"Mr. Jun," Ye Ranran tightened her arms around his neck when she finally recognized him.
It was really him! And here she’d thought she had gotten the wrong person!
"Hmm," Jun Mochan replied, walking steadily forward, carrying Ye Ranran step by step.
"Will you always carry me?" Ye Ranran asked, leaning on his shoulder, feeling incredibly safe and secure.
"Of course," came Jun Mochan’s immediate response.
"You’re lying," Ye Ranran dismissed him, waving her hand nonchalantly.
"When have I ever lied to my wife?" Jun Mochan’s voice was low and melodic, carrying with the wind and reaching Ye Ranran’s ears, arousing an undeniable sense of allure.
"Well, not yet. But who knows what fatal lies you might tell in the future. Men always make everything perfect in the beginning, just so they can deliver a fatal blow later."
It was a direct hit, leaving her in utter disarray.
(Thanks for the reward, teenager Danran!)