Su Ruanruan felt weak in her legs.
But she still picked up the little one, saying very gently, "Auntie will carry you back!"
Little Ci'an rested on her shoulder, looking at He Jitang with an accusing gaze.
He Jitang guessed what the boy had seen, his throat tightening, "Daddy drank too much!"
Little Ci'an clamored, "Daddy should not drink anymore in the future."
He Jitang stepped forward, touched his little head, and softly agreed.
Su Ruanruan was not taking any of this.
She spoke coldly, "Big brother, I want to move out."
He Jitang did not speak.
He simply walked out of the courtyard, handling it coldly.
...
It was deep into the night, yet he felt no sleepiness, his body always in need of a woman's relief.
Chen Er bounced over.
Seeing the state Jitang was in, he knew he hadn't succeeded.
Chen Er smiled mysteriously. He reached into his clothes and pulled out a stack of photos, all of them of vibrant young women's casual snaps.
