"Ranran, do you know how much I envy you?" Luo Qi's voice wavered between sobs. She had had too much to drink and was clutching Ye Ranran's shoulders.
"Chen Chen is getting married to that mistress of his. They're engaged. Damn it, I can't believe someone would actually want to marry such a scumbag. He even has the nerve to call me, harassing me day in and day out."
Ye Ranran didn't know how to console her. All she could do was join her in one drink after another.
By the time Jun Mochan arrived, both women were heavily drunk. He and Ah Chuan each carried one of them out of the bar.
"Ye Ranran, quite the drinker, aren't you?" Jun Mochan's voice carried a dangerous edge.
"Of course, I can drink anyone under the table. Hmmm, you look a lot like my husband. Let me tell you, my husband is wonderful, the best man in the world to me. I love him."
Her declaration of love took Jun Mochan aback, and he looked at her, stunned.
"What did you say? Say it again."