Feed him soup

  She only then remembered that he was now drunk, and the easiest thing for a drunk person to do is vomit. At this point, she couldn't care less about his hand, which she didn't know if it was intentional or unintentional, resting on her chest. She hurriedly supported him as they struggled to walk back to the house. As they walked, she suddenly thought, could it be that when his female secretary was supporting him earlier, he had also placed his hand on her chest like this?

  It wasn't easy to get him into the bedroom, but as soon as she let go of him, he rushed into the bathroom. She collapsed onto the sofa, panting and listening to the painful vomiting sounds coming from the bathroom, her brow furrowed in concern. Honestly, what's the point of men drinking so much? Are they satisfied with making themselves look so pathetic and also dragging others down with them?

  She took out her phone to check the time, it was already 10:30. Her dormitory building would be closed at 10:50, if she hurried back now, she could still make it. Anyway, she had already safely escorted him home, and she didn't want to stay here for another second, let alone with him. That would only constantly remind her of the fact that she was his wife, a fact that always made her heart ache.

  As she thought about it, she also stood up and slung her bag over her shoulder. He happened to come out of the bathroom just then, and seeing her ready-to-leave posture made his already unattractive face even more sullen. He irritably raised his hand, yanked off his tie, and flung it away with force, coincidentally hitting her foot. She was startled into taking a step back.

  When she raised her eyes again, he was already pouncing on the big bed, and it was unknown whether he wanted to sleep or what. However, from his appearance, it could be seen that he was deliberately giving her a hard time. She endured it silently, considering him a drunkard, and didn't say anything.

  After waiting for a while, she saw that he still didn't have any reaction. There was a serene element flowing in the air. Looking at him lying quietly on the big bed, his profile appeared even more melancholy under the dim light. She felt that if she were to leave now, there would be something unspeakable.

  However, she was a rational person after all, holding her bag and preparing to bid farewell, when suddenly there was a knock at the door, and the housekeeper-like woman walked in with a bowl of soup in her hand.

  "Madam, this is a special hangover soup made in the kitchen for Mr. Lu, hurry up and feed it to him!"

  Xu Liu'ou hadn't even had time to respond to the woman's address when the woman's next words made her almost faint. What was she talking about, letting him feed her? Wasn't that a mistake? On what grounds did she have to serve him tea and water? And who was she to him anyway? Even if she was his nominal wife, that wasn't something she had agreed to willingly!

  "Madam? Madam——"

  The woman saw that she was just standing there, frowning tightly and not taking the porridge, so she couldn't help but call out to her again in a patient tone. The woman was also an astute person, and it wasn't as if she couldn't see her disgust, but at this moment, what her husband wanted most was probably for his beloved wife to personally take care of him by his side.

  "Don't call me that!"

  Xu Liu angrily shouted at the woman and then snatched the so-called hangover soup from her hand.

  She took a glance at the person lying motionless on the bed, closed her eyes and took a deep breath to comfort herself. Just this once! Just this one time is fine! Let's take care of him just this once since he's drunk. After comforting herself for a long time, she finally walked up to him with the soup, trying to make her tone as gentle as possible.

  "Mr. Lu, wake up and have some hangover soup?"

  Sorry for the extremely late notice, but it will be available tomorrow.