Drunk

Yang Liu had no idea how much Han Chen was affected by her. If she did, she wouldn't care too much. She'd probably just tell him, "Why worry so much? We can try, and if it doesn't work out, we'll just separate." That's how Yang Liu had always been—she took things lightly, while Han Chen overanalyzed everything. Neither of them realized it yet, but soon they would become each other's safe haven, their balance.

A few days later, Yang Liu sat at the breakfast table with Han Wei when her phone buzzed. She checked the screen and saw a message from her friend Zhen Lian. It read, "Lina, let's go out drinking tonight. Girls' night out. We could even hit a bar."

Yang Liu smiled at the thought, feeling excited. She quickly typed back, "Of course, I'm in!" She decided she would drop Han Wei off at school later and explain to him that she wouldn't be home that night.

Han Wei, ever the understanding kid, smiled and told her to have fun. Yang Liu couldn't help but think, It's amazing having such a considerate kid around. She didn't even notice that she was treating Han Wei more and more like her own son. For a moment, she thought about calling Han Chen to let him know about her plans, but considering how distant he'd been lately, she figured he wouldn't care whether she went out or not. They didn't really have a proper relationship, after all.

That evening, Yang Liu got ready, slipping into a backless red dress that hugged her figure perfectly. She admired herself in the mirror, feeling confident. When Han Wei saw her in the dress, he blushed furiously but couldn't resist sneakily snapping a photo of her on his phone to keep for himself.

Yang Liu kissed Han Wei on the cheek before heading to the door, waving to Butler Ling as she left. Butler Ling watched her leave with concern, thinking, Is Madam really going out dressed like that?

Meanwhile, Han Chen returned home that evening, expecting his usual routine, but something felt different. The house was unusually quiet. He headed to his bedroom, assuming he'd find Yang Liu there, but to his surprise, the bed was empty. He frowned and thought, Maybe she's in the studio? But even as the hours passed—after he had showered and climbed into bed—there was still no sign of her.

This left Han Chen feeling uneasy. He had grown accustomed to Yang Liu's presence, her laughter filling the house, and now, without her, everything felt strangely empty. Unable to shake off the uncomfortable feeling, he went to Han Wei's room, where the boy was lying on his bed, completely absorbed in his phone.

"Han Wei, where's Yang Liu?" Han Chen asked, trying to sound casual but clearly concerned.

Han Wei glanced up and said, "Oh, she went out with her friend. She mentioned they might be out late." He paused for a second, then added, "Oh yeah, I think I heard something about a bar."

Suddenly, Han Wei, as if remembering something, proudly showed his father the picture he had taken earlier. "Look how pretty she looked!"

Han Chen's eyes widened as he stared at the photo—Yang Liu, in that seductive red dress, looked stunning, almost like a beautiful vixen. She went out looking like this? he thought, feeling unsettled and suddenly more worried than before.

While Han Chen sat at home in a quiet state of concern, Yang Liu was out with Zhen Lian, having the time of her life. They had already downed several drinks and were dancing non-stop, completely carefree. However, after a while, Zhen Lian started to notice that Yang Liu was getting a little too tipsy. She helped her sit down for a moment, but Yang Liu, already quite drunk, began to mumble that she wanted to go home.

Zhen Lian, rubbing her temples, sighed and thought, What kind of trouble did I get myself into tonight? Despite her exasperation, she found it amusing and chuckled. But knowing that neither of them was in any shape to drive, she pulled out her phone and called her husband, Jian.

"Jian, honey, can you come pick us up? Yang Liu drank too much, and I've had a few myself. We can't get home on our own," Zhen Lian explained, her voice slightly slurred.

Jian, alarmed at the thought of his wife and the president's wife being drunk and stranded, quickly agreed. He grabbed his car keys and prepared to head out, but as he was about to leave, he hesitated. On second thought, he decided to call Han Chen to let him know about the situation.

At that moment, Han Chen was still sitting in the quiet living room, waiting for Yang Liu, when his phone rang. Seeing Jian's name on the caller ID, he felt a wave of disappointment wash over him at not seeing his wife's name instead. Still, he quickly picked up the call, hoping it was something urgent.

"Hello?"

On the other end, Jian, slightly nervous, explained the situation: that Yang Liu had drunk a bit too much and needed someone to pick her up. Han Chen, hearing this, instantly stood up, grabbed his keys, and asked, "Give me the address."

And so, with both their hearts racing, two concerned husbands set out into the night to rescue their wives.