In the private room of the bar, Ning Yuan was grabbing Yan Yi's arm, tears mixed with alcohol, as he lamented his anger and grievances.
"Boo hoo hoo, Brother Yan, life's so tough for a guy like me. Not only did I get such a huge cuckold's cap, but I also have to be forcibly pushed to take over someone's mess," he sobbed.
"Tell me, am I even their biological child? I must have been picked up from a trash heap, right?"
Yan Yi disdainfully pulled back his sleeve, "Your sister and brother-in-law are both on Xueqi's side, not yours. You should think about the reason for that yourself."
Ning Yuan chugged down his drink, his face full of fury.
"What other reason could there be? In their eyes, I'm just a good-for-nothing who only knows how to eat, drink, and be merry. They see me as nothing more than a tool for a marriage alliance!"
"Correct, you're quite self-aware," Yan Yi retorted.