"I'll walk you home," Li Yungui followed him out.
"No need, second brother, I'm not that drunk, don't worry."
He staggered home, and just as he pushed the door open, he heard the sound of vomiting. Li Yunqiang instantly sobered up, hurried toward the sound.
"This Qu Xiaoli really isn't anything. Made such good food that I ate too much. This is so uncomfortable!"
Li Yunqiang, who had been wavered a bit, felt his heart sink again upon hearing his wife's words.
This was the wife he had decided on back then, turns out she's someone with no class.
He didn't go in but instead went straight back to his room. Forget it, just like that, now he really didn't want to see her ugly face.
Liu Cuilan returned to the room and found Li Yunqiang lying on the kang.
"Husband, husband."
She called twice with no response, quietly muttering, "Just know how to drink, drink till you're like a dead pig, having a man is no different than not having one."
