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Ji Shengxuan signaled the driver with a gesture, and the driver drove out of Weiyang.

The driver was already very familiar with the route and didn’t take long to bring Shen Chi back to the Shen Family residence.

It was Butler Ling who opened the door, as Ji Shengxuan had called her in advance.

Butler Ling and another servant helped Shen Chi into the house. Over the past five years, Butler Ling had grown accustomed to Shen Chi’s drunkenness.

But now that Xu Chaomu had returned, why would he still get so drunk?

“Young Master, are you feeling unwell? Your brows are all furrowed,” expressed Butler Ling, concerned.

“I’m fine.” Shen Chi still had a bit of consciousness.

“I’ll send you back to your room; you should sleep early.”

“Shh, keep it down. Is she asleep?” Shen Chi asked while glancing towards Xu Chaomu’s room as he walked.

The light in Xu Chaomu’s room was already off. At this hour, she should be asleep.

“Yes, Miss Xu is asleep. I brought her some milk earlier tonight; I don’t know if she drank it,” Butler Ling replied.

“Did she ask you to borrow a phone?”

“She did… but I didn’t lend her mine.”

“Keep an eye on her.”

“I understand, Young Master.”

Butler Ling escorted Shen Chi upstairs, and as they passed Xu Chaomu’s room, Shen Chi put his hand on the doorknob.

He wanted to open the door and look at her, but ultimately, he let go of the handle.

He held his head, indeed feeling a headache from the excess drinking.

“You should rest soon, Young Master. In the early morning, you’ll see Miss Xu,” Butler Ling said, understanding Shen Chi’s feelings while sighing internally.

“Hmm.”

Shen Chi returned to his own room, and upon entering, he collapsed onto the bed face down.

His head was throbbing painfully, so much that his eyebrows knitted together.

After tidying up a bit for him, Butler Ling turned off the light and went downstairs.

It was now the middle of the night, all was quiet, and the low hum of summer insects was incessant, chirping non-stop.

The cool breeze of the summer night felt comfortable against the skin.

Butler Ling tiptoed down the stairs, turned off all the lights, and then returned to her own room.

Lying in bed, Shen Chi could not fall asleep with his headache. He tried to think through some things, but the more he thought, the more his head hurt.

In the next room, Xu Chaomu hadn’t fallen asleep either.

She tossed and turned, sometimes opening her eyes, sometimes closing them. She listened to the chirping of insects for a while, then listened to the hum of the air conditioning.

Perhaps she wasn’t used to the bed, having not slept in it for five years—it felt so unfamiliar.

“One, two, three, four…” she began to count sheep.

When she reached one hundred and eighty-eight, she heard the sound of a car.

In the quiet of the night, the sound seemed oddly intrusive.

After that, she overheard the conversation between Butler Ling and Shen Chi.

A man seemed to be drunkenly muttering something incomprehensible.

In Xu Chaomu’s memory, he rarely got drunk. Could it be that after five years, his tolerance had decreased?

Just as she closed her eyes, trying hard to sleep, she heard a noise from the room next door.

With a “clang,” Shen Chi tried to grab a glass of water in the dark, missed, and knocked it to the floor, making a loud noise!

Xu Chaomu’s first reaction was to jump out of bed!

She ran to the door in her slippers, and just as her hand touched the doorknob, she remembered that she was no longer related to him.

In the next room, Shen Chi, who was probably really drunk, stumbled into the bathroom.

Soon, Xu Chaomu heard the loud sound of running water.

Amidst the sound of water, she heard Shen Chi vomiting, causing her eyebrows to furrow involuntarily.

“Mumu…”

As Xu Chaomu was lost in thought, she suddenly heard these two syllables.

Was he calling for her?

“Mumu…”

This time, Xu Chaomu heard it clearly; he was indeed calling her.

She could no longer resist and opened her door, then knocked on his.

“Who is it?” Shen Chi was still somewhat lucid.

“It’s me.”

A smile suddenly spread across Shen Chi’s lips—it was Xu Chaomu’s voice.

He came out of the bathroom and opened the room’s door.

There she stood, in the dark corner, wearing a light pink long nightgown, her long hair draped over her shoulders, a look of disgust on her face.

“Am I… dreaming?” Shen Chi stared at her intently.

For five years, countless times after he got drunk, he would imagine Xu Chaomu’s figure in front of him.

Each time, he reached out to touch her, but ended up grasping only air.

That despair was bone-chilling.

Xu Chaomu didn’t answer him, instead stepped forward, seized his arm, and bit down!

Shen Chi winced from the pain, his brow furrowing.

But after a few seconds, his brow smoothed again, his smile growing deeper.

He wasn’t dreaming; his Mumu was standing right before him, alive and real.

With a long embrace, he wrapped her in his arms: “Mumu… it is really you…”

“You’re like an idiot,” Xu Chaomu rolled her eyes disparagingly and curled her lips.

The smell of alcohol on him, now even more distasteful to her, prompted her to push him away forcefully.

But Shen Chi wouldn’t let go. He held her tightly, his chin resting on her forehead.

If only they could stay this way forever.

Why had they missed five years? Why, after five years, was everything so changed?

“Don’t leave me again… Mumu.”

“Can you go take a shower? You’re covered in the smell of alcohol, oh, and the scent of women’s perfume too.”

Shen Chi frowned, feeling innocent, “Where did the perfume come from? I was drinking with Ji Shengxuan; if you don’t believe me, ask Ji Shengxuan.”

“Why are you explaining to me? I can’t hear you.”

“You can’t hear? How about this then…”

The man lowered his head close to her ear, and a warm breath brushed her earlobe instantly.

“Mumu, never leave me again for the rest of our lives, okay?”

“Can you please go take a bath? It’s really annoying.”

Xu Chaomu pushed him away. Thankfully, a drunk person is somewhat like a child, fairly easy to appease.

Shen Chi was pushed into the bathroom, but he refused to let her go.

He cornered her, with a wickedly charming smile: “Wife… let’s shower together…”

“Shower your sister! Old pervert! Shameless! Roll as far as you can!”

“Then you help your husband wash…” Shen Chi refused to let her leave, keeping her cornered.

His squinted eyes stared at her face; her little face was irresistibly charming.

Especially now, in her pink nightgown resembling her look from five years ago, not as obedient, but he liked it all the same.

Love reduced to this extent made her every pout and irritation the most beautiful scenery in the world to him.

“You want me to help you wash?” Xu Chaomu’s eyes twinkled mischievously, a sly smile playing around her brows.

“Yeah.” Shen Chi nodded obediently, like a child.

“All right, it would be an honor to serve President Shen.”

Then Xu Chaomu’s eyes swiveled craftily, and she picked up a basin of cold water and with a hearty splash, flung it onto someone’s body.

Shen Chi was drenched from head to toe, squeezing his eyes shut and quickly wiping the water from his face.