That night, Li Jun was still seated at the dinner table, toasting with people from the Social Security Bureau, yet his gaze frequently drifted to his phone, appearing distracted.
It was already past nine, and upon reflection, since their marriage, Zong Yue seemed to have never taken the initiative to ask when he would return home.
Perhaps it was the alcohol going to his head, Li Jun had already forgotten that the ever-understanding Zong Yue would never excessively interfere with his work and life.
Knowing he was busy, she would always sit at home quietly and obediently waiting for him, no matter how late it was.
At this thought, a certain restlessness stirred in Li Jun's heart.
His cheeks were slightly flushed, and after downing another small cup of white liquor, he slowly tapped out a few words on his phone and sent them to Zong Yue.
Li Jun: What are you doing?
Fifteen minutes later, a WeChat message arrived belatedly.
Yue Your Heart's Ease: Just took a shower, what's up?
