Pei Yu was indeed very drunk. He rolled over, mumbling a few times, and promptly fell asleep.

He has an average tolerance for alcohol. For this matter, Wen Nan Shu deliberately trained himself to increase his alcohol tolerance in the past. One time, he vomited blood and had to go to the emergency room in the middle of the night, all for the sake of being able to handle the alcohol for Pei Yu in the future. But who would have known that Pei Yu never once took him to any of those occasions where someone would have had to handle the alcohol. Instead, he would let him know every time about the dogs and gossips from the tabloid magazines. Pei Yu always had someone to handle the alcohol for him by his side.

Warm Nan book hand wiped under the rib, the gauze covering the knife wound had already become wet, Warm Nan book caught a whiff of the smell of blood, but in the darkness, he couldn't see clearly, so he could only endure the pain and go to the bathroom to clean the torn knife wound.

In the bathroom, it was only then that they discovered the showerhead was broken and had not yet been repaired. Before Wen Nan Shu was hospitalized, he had informed the servant to call the master to fix it. However, because Pei Yu was still in Europe at that time and he was the only one who used it, the servant probably forgot about it.

When the bathroom light was turned on, revealing the bandages, Wen Nan Shu only then discovered that the wound was more severe than he had imagined. There were two places where the surgical incision had been stretched and torn apart by the recent collision, exposing two patches of tender, crimson flesh about the size of fingernails.

Blood streaked down in the water. Wen Nan Shu looked at the blood on the palm of his hand, feeling as if it was flowing out from his own heart.

Wen Nan flipped through the guest room, cleaned up behind him, and roughly treated the wound with a medical kit. When he returned to the master bedroom, he found that the door was already locked.

Pei Yu...

My body throbbed with numb pain, and Wen Nan Shu called out softly. Inside the room, a violently thrown pillow flew and smashed onto the door, making a loud bang.

Pei Yu's sleep was not good. He detested being disturbed while sleeping, so he probably locked the door because he found it annoying to hear Wen Nan book moving earlier. In the past, when Wen Nan book was working as an auditor in a financial company, he had to study late at night after finishing his work because he was preparing for an accounting exam. During that time, if he returned to his room late, Pei Yu would also lock him out like this, resulting in the abandonment of his exam preparation and eventually quitting his job. Now, he spends his days revolving around Pei Yu, waiting for him to come home and favor his Pei family wife.

The incision on his abdomen throbbed like it had been doused with a glass of fiery liquor, burning intensely. However, there were no pillows or blankets in the guest room. Wen Nan shu felt his head heaviness, fatigue, and pain. He hunched down, curling up, and weakly clasped his pale, cold fingers onto the brown solid wooden door panel.

"Pei Yu... Can you please open the door? It's very cold outside..."

"...Get lost!! So annoying!!"

Inside the door, a muffled roar could be heard from someone impatiently clenching a pillow. Wenna Shu listened as Pei Yu, who was throwing a tantrum in the silent night, casually smashed the ashtray on the bedside table. The glass ashtray hit the floor with a loud thud, aggravating the already irritable Young Master Pei, who cursed a few more times in his drunken discomfort.

Wen Nanshu's forehead was dripping with cold sweat as he endured the pain. He crouched at the door, his increasingly gaunt back hunched for a while, before finally managing to stand up with the support of the wall.

Late at night, the corridor of the Pei family's residence was as silent as a tomb. Within this tomb, she had served as the so-called Madame Pei for a complete five years.

But the title "Mrs. Pei" was originally used to humiliate her.

Over the years, whether it was the servants of the Pei family or the people outside, Wen Nan Shu knew that not a single person looked up to him. They were all waiting behind his back, hoping to see him become a laughingstock. And why wouldn't they? He grew up in an orphanage in the slums, relying on the Pei family's foundation to go to school, a poor student struggling and barely surviving. And yet, somehow, he shamelessly climbed onto the bed of Pei Yu, the crown prince of the Pei family.

He, a man, awkwardly mingled in the fragrant and pretentious circle of noble ladies, and was often mocked and called out, "Look, isn't that Mrs. Pei?"

But what outsiders don't know is that when Pei Yu agreed to marry Pei Laozi, he would wake up with a smile even in his dreams. In his dreams, he longed to step gently and reverently on the expensive and pristine handmade carpet in front of Pei Yu's bedroom, and then push open the door to the room where Pei Yu was.

Pei Yu was the dream that he had held deep in his heart for seven years, ever since he first caught a glimpse of her at the age of sixteen. It was a dream that he longed for but believed was out of reach, something that he dared not imagine could ever become a reality.

Over the years, he loved Pei Yu so deeply that it was as if he had been consumed by it. With this marriage, it had been twelve years. Whether it was before or after marrying Pei Yu, as long as he closed the door, he became a homeless stray dog with nowhere else to go.

Wen Nan Shu curled up on the wicker chair by the guest bedroom window all night, covered with a curtain that emitted a musty smell of dust and mildew. He couldn't sleep a wink throughout the night.

In the morning at eight o'clock, Pei Yu woke up on the soft and comfortable European-style bed. He shifted and reached out to touch the person beside him, only to find it empty.

Pei Yu's first thought was who he was with yesterday.

He has poor sleep, so normally, Wen Nanshu would never get up before he wakes up, for fear of disturbing him. Pei Yu irritably scratches his head, damn it, they really got Song Yang and his gang too drunk last night, I hope they didn't bring any of the people from the venue back home.

Even though Pei Yu indulged in a luxurious and extravagant lifestyle outside, he would never bring home those low-class people. If he were to do so, he would definitely have his legs broken by Old Master Pei.

Fortunately, he looked around and there was no one else's clothes on the ground.

What about Wen Nan's book?

Pei Yu couldn't be bothered to think about where Wen Nan's book had gone. The hangover made his head heavy and he urgently needed to take a shower to refresh himself. He lifted the covers, only to discover a few bloodstains on the bedsheet.

Pei Yu knew that he had slept with someone last night. He thought it was Qi Ruobai, but after all, this was his own house, and his watch with "Wen Nan" engraved on it was still lying on the bedside table.

Pei Yu furrowed his brows, disgusted. How could Wen Nan Shu expect him to sleep on such filthy bed sheets? Pei Yu didn't even care about the blood stains. At most, it was just a little bleeding from being too rough. Wen Nan Shu could handle it on his own. Worst case scenario, Pei Yu would just avoid him for half a month. He had plenty of other options.