Chen Yi, that son of a bitch, not only did he do something unforgivable to his sister, but he also got me involved.
I should have beaten him up even more last night.
Pei Yang cursed Chen Yi silently, while holding Shen Mingzhu close with a sense of grievance, "Wife, I'm not like Chen Yi, I would never do anything to hurt you. You're not allowed to talk about divorce anymore."
Shen Mingzhu gave him a sidelong glance, "All you men are the same. I used to think my brother-in-law was a good man, and look what happened, he had an affair, didn't he?"
"I'm just reminding you, dare to have an affair, and be prepared to leave with nothing. Otherwise, choose between the sea bottom and the fridge."
Pei Yang naturally didn't understand the internet slang from more than thirty years later and asked curiously what it meant.
"Your burial site."
Pei Yang: "..."
...
The next day, the first day of the Chinese New Year.