Mo Shian looked at his wife who had gotten drunk from one glass of wine and sighed.
He knew this would happen, that's why he tried to serve her juice instead of wine, but she wouldn't listen and insisted on celebrating them going public for the first time with wine.
To be honest, he never thought that one day, Weiwei would see anything related to him as a celebration.
He had tried several times to take her to gatherings and parties so that he could introduce her to his circle, but she always refused.
He was actually surprised when she suggested going out to dinner. And now, she said she was happy and wanted to celebrate.
As someone who doted on his wife to the extreme, he would never say no to her.
But now she was drunk and talking nonsense.
Weiwei picked up another glass of wine, which belonged to Mo Shian, but she didn't seem to realize that.
"Weiwei, you can't drink anymore." Mo Shian tried to stop her, but was met with a fierce gaze.
Or at least, what she thought looked fierce.
To Mo Shian, however, she looked like an angry kitten whose tail had been stepped on.
Xia Weiwei looked at Mo Shian with a concentrated look, then finally she shook her head.
"Even though you are handsome and look a lot like my husband, you are not my husband. So, you can't tell me what to do." Weiwei suddenly said.
"What?" Mo Shian was shocked by her statement.
"What do you mean?" Was she going to ignore him again? Or ask for a divorce?
He couldn't help but feel crushed all over again.
Were the happy days going to end so soon?
Suddenly, Mo Shian felt his eyes sting. He hasn't cried since he was a child, yet at this moment, he wanted to cry from the unfairness of the world.
Was having his wife accept him so hard to do?
Just as he was overthinking everything, a small hand suddenly poked his face.
His raised his head abruptly and was met with a pair of big, curious eyes.
He realized that at some point, Weiwei had climbed over the table and was looking at him as if he was an interesting piece of art.
"Mhmm…. You look a lot like my husband. But my husband is more handsome." She suddenly said with a thoughtful expression that made her look adorable and silly.
Her eyes were a little clouded from drunkenness and her cheeks looked flushed.
Mo Shian was surprised to hear her praise. However, he was also confused.
Wasn't he her husband? Why would she speak as if he was someone else?
He was happy to hear her praise, but just to be sure he was the husband she was talking about, he asked.
"What's your husband's name?" His voice was sexy and a little drawn out as if coaxing a child to reveal a well-kept secret.
Xia Weiwei looked at him with a dumb expression, then put on a thinking expression for a minute before finally speaking.
"His name is Mo Shian. He is the most handsome." She repeated he word handsome so many times that Mo Shian started to think that the only thing worth mentioning on him was his face.
However, he wouldn't complain. At least, she liked something about him, even if it was just his face.
"Then who am I?" Mo Shian suddenly found his wife a little too adorable and cute and wanted to tease her.
The smile on his face couldn't be hidden anymore and his eyes held mirth.
"You?" Xia Weiwei asked as she scrunched her face and tilted her head to the side.
"Yes, who are you?" She suddenly asked, looking confused.
"Am I not your husband?" Mo Shian felt exasperated when he looked at his wife.
Didn't she say he looked like her husband? So, why couldn't he be her husband?
"Of course not." Weiwei denied it immediately with a pout.
"How can you be my husband? You are clearly smiling. My husband never smiles. He usually has a very cold face. But he is still the handsomest." Weiwei said, then halfway through she felt as if she was criticizing her husband, so she hurriedly praised him for being handsome again.
Mo Shian was shocked to hear her evaluation of him.
So, the problem was because he didn't smile very much? So, should he smile more from now on? At least when he is with her, he should smile at her more.
Mo Shian saw the girl on the table sway and was afraid she would fall or bump into something, so he stretched his hands to catch her.
To his surprise, she slapped his hands away.
"Don't touch me." She said angrily.
Mo Shian felt his heart sink to the sole if his feet again.
So, she still didn't want him to touch her. Then why did she insist on having him move back to their matrimonial bedroom?
Was it just to toy with his feelings?
He was still thinking about this when he heard her say.
"Only my husband can touch me. You are not him, so you can't take advantage of me and touch me."
He suddenly looked at the girl in front of him deeply and couldn't help but laugh.
So, to her, he was the only one allowed to touch her.
Even though he had been in the depths of hell a moment ago, he suddenly felt as if spring had arrived.
Since she was drunk and didn't know much about what she was saying, he could be sure that what she said now were her true feelings.
So, did she really accept him?
She had been so cold to him before that now he was still skeptical. But he was willing to believe everything now even if it was a lie.
"Then how about I escort you home? I am your husband's friend and if you go home alone, he will worry." Mo Shian had no choice but to take on another identity of being his own friend.