~ Author's POV
A/N: My favorite hahahahaha
Mo Yichen didn't wait for an answer.
The sight of his wife, drunk from the alcohol, the sweet taste of her own decision trailing around her. The provocative outfit, and the nightclub that she came to shattered his control.
A vein pulsed in his forehead, and his gaze darkened once he zeroed in on the drunk men that were ogling at her.
He tilted his head towards Zi An standing beside him, whose eyes were wide as they looked at Qiao Mei and Mo Yi. "Take care of this." Yichen ordered.
As if he knew what his boss thought, he quickly rushed forward and carried Qiao Mei who had already passed out into his arms. With a wave of his hands, Yichen dismissed them.
He grabbed Mo Yi as she laughed hysterically, swaying about. He swept her into his arms, ignoring her struggles and curses. She was drunk and surprisingly strong, trashing and pushing against his chest.
