She returned to the house, soul scarcely settled, only to see it in complete disarray. Zhi Chen and Shujun were fast asleep, seemingly exhausted. A red flush spread across her face... Addicted, this thing that’s truly hard to speak of. She sat on a small stool, staring blankly at the two of them, and just like that, as the sky outside darkened, Liang Zhichen woke up, looking rested enough. When he rose, the blanket slipped down his body, revealing a constellation of bright red love bites across his neck, chest, arms, and even his abdomen. They were her handiwork. Liang Zhichen looked over at her. "Are you feeling better now?" "Ah, yes..." she nodded awkwardly, unsure of what to say. It seemed she was truly bottoming out on grace, having barely accepted Zhi Chen before, and then... Though it was beyond her control and she couldn’t think of a better solution for the moment, she still felt uncomfortable. Liang Zhichen slowly dressed himself and as he stepped down, he momentarily stiffened, then pressed his lower back and resumed his normal composure. Not much later, Shujun woke as well. The brothers seemed to have an unspoken agreement, not mentioning what had happened before. Shujun clung to his wife, acting coquettishly, but because there was too much to take care of in Balibao, and he hadn’t gone there for two consecutive days. He wanted to spend more time with his wife, but people from the restaurant showed up, so he had to rush back to Balibao, and judging by his manner, he wouldn’t be returning tonight either. The atmosphere in the small courtyard was tense. At dinner, Shu Yu stayed in her room without coming out, and Yixuan carried a tray of food to her. Lao Si was usually silent, but today he seemed shrouded in a low pressure. There had been quite a commotion in the wife’s quarters these past two days, and Yue Ning was aware of it; she listlessly poked at the white rice in her bowl, eating only a couple of mouthfuls before stopping due to a lack of appetite. Dong Huiying felt sad because she knew she was the cause of it all. Liang Zhichen held her hand, gently patting the back of her hand as if to comfort her. The young wife returned to her room with a heavy heart. She calculated in her mind that had the events not occurred, it should have been Haoming visiting her room today, but recalling the mood at home, her heart felt like it was weighed down by a heavy stone, causing her severe discomfort. She fell into a deep sleep before she knew it. In the middle of the night... Lao Si stood outside his wife’s room door, like a wooden post, having been there for quite a while, his expression inscrutable as he pondered who knows what. He heard his wife’s room echoing with unbearable moans, and subconsciously glanced towards his elder brother’s room, which was eerily quiet. Didn’t the elder brother hear it? He stood outside for a very long time. Unable to resist the worry in his heart, he hesitated before slowly reaching out and gently pushing the door open... Lao Si entered his wife’s room, unaware that the room next door, belonging to the elder brother, was empty. The elder brother was in the second brother’s room. Clutching a cup of steaming hot water, the second brother stood by the window, hearing the noise from next door and asked, "Aren’t you going to check?" He turned to look at the elder brother. Yet, he saw his elder brother looking somewhat absent-minded, drinking cup after cup of alcohol, his eyes deep and lonely. Shu Yu snorted, "That’s the bed he’s made, now let him lie in it!" The elder brother came back to his senses: "Speaking of making a bed and lying in it, who can compare to you? It was you who suggested that we six should take turns visiting the wife’s room." Picking up a stone only to drop it on his own foot, Shu Yu’s handsome face twisted bitterly for a moment.