Shu Yu came out to look for someone and suddenly heard a familiar voice. Slightly startled, he hurriedly followed the direction of the sound. He had a coat draped over his arm, and as he followed the voice, he saw his wife sprawled on the ground. The young man who had once delivered flowers to his wife in Mist Capital was kneeling beside her, holding her arm, seemingly trying to pull her up, but she drunkenly refused him and acted out. "No, I don’t want it—get lost! None of you ever have peace, always piling troubles on me, a bunch of bothersome fools! Get lost, I don’t want any of you anymore!!" Shu Yu frowned slightly, then walked over with big strides. Qi Xi chuckled bitterly, "Lady Dong, it’s Qi Xi. Tell me, who exactly are you cursing? I know you’ve drunk a lot, your mood must be bad. But if you want to curse, let me take you back to Blue mansion first, alright?" He extended his hand, wrapped it around the woman’s shoulders, trying to help the woman lying on the ground get up. But at that moment, his shoulder was suddenly grabbed by a hand. Qi Xi froze and turned around to see a cool-looking man staring at him indifferently. "Let go—!" The man’s words were concise, though he appeared somewhat frail, his gaze was indeed intimidating. Instinctively, Qi Xi released his hold, and then the man pushed him away, telling him to stay away, while the man himself embraced the drunken woman. "Huiying, it’s me, look at me." He draped the coat over her shoulders and then wrapped one arm around her shoulders, lightly patting her cheek with the other hand. Dong Huiying, in a daze, suddenly giggled foolishly, "You? And who are you..." She was covered in vomit, which she had thrown up at the tavern earlier. Shu Yu had cleanliness issues, and they were quite severe, but now, facing her as if she were a filthy ghost, he didn’t mind at all. He lifted his hand, gently smoothing her long hair, then massaged her temples. "It’s me, I’m Shu Yu. Why are you lying on the ground, Huiying? The ground is cold, let’s go home, okay?" He was very patient and gentle, soothing the drunken her. But she shook her head like a rattle drum, "No, I don’t want to, not going home! Hate it, hate everything!" "Does Huiying hate me too?" "I’m Shu Yu, do you remember me?" "Shu Yu..." She blinked her eyes, then suddenly reached out a small hand and grabbed his ear! "You’re sharp-tongued! You’re poisonous! You always mock me, like I’m so stupid! But, but..." Her eyes reddened, "The six of you, half are outside, the other half, Shujun, he’s guarding home, waiting for me to return. You’ve always been by my side, you’ve never left me, and then there’s Yue Ning... He’s an idiot..." She suddenly started crying again, her eyes already swollen from crying. "Go home, I want to go home! I won’t look for them anymore, just let them fend for themselves! He squeezed my neck, he squeezed my neck again! I don’t like him anymore, I..." She suddenly buried her face in Shu Yu’s chest, holding his waist tightly, reeking of alcohol and intoxication, bawling like a child. With each sobbing sound, his heart trembled. He quietly embraced her, gently patting her back, "I’m not leaving you, Shujun, Yue Ning, we’re all not leaving you, always staying by your side." After a while, she seemed to have been noisy enough, or perhaps she was tired, and she fell asleep in his arms.