1790 A Drunk Mind Speaks a Sober Heart Part Thirty-Five

"Yan Rusheng, why are you here? I want to sing with Xuxu." Zhou Shuang tried to pry Xuxu away from Yan Rusheng.

Yan Rusheng prevented her from doing so and smiled. "Carry on singing. We will be your audience."

"I will sing." Zhou Shuang pouted and she began. "Twinkle twinkle little star…"

"Our Jiaojiao loves little red hat." Zhou Shuang chuckled sheepishly to herself and immediately changed the tune. "I'm walking…"

After starting a family, most women's lives revolve around their husbands and children.

Clearly, Zhou Shuang was one of them.

Xuxu was nestled comfortably in Yan Rusheng's arms as she listened to Zhou Shuang singing. She felt sorrowful instead of being cheered up.

"Stop this. We're going home."

Suddenly, a towering figure appeared in front of Zhou Shuang. He held her hand and spoke tenderly to her.

Although, he wasn't as natural or as comfortable as Yan Rusheng.

"I don't want to go home with you. I want to see Yanyan. Did Yanyan finish her milk?" Zhou Shuang flung the man's hand away as she stumbled down the steps.

"Yeah, we're going home." Young Master Lu quickly gripped Zhou Shuang's hand again with a frown.

It was exactly the same situation. But why was his treatment so different from Yan Rusheng?

Perplexed and frustrated, he glanced at Yan Rusheng.

Young Master Yan stood with his chin held high, with a smug smile.

He bent and landed a kiss on Xuxu's forehead. He spoke in a manner that almost made Young Master Lu puke. "Darling, let's go home and get busy."

He put his arms under Xuxu and scooped her up effortlessly.

Before he left, he cast a contemptuous glance at Lu Yinan.

As though he was trying to say: Don't be jealous of my happiness. You can't be me.

Lu Yinan was speechless…

It drove him mad with anger. He bent to look at Zhou Shuang. He hesitated for a moment before bending to carry her.

He almost lost his footing when he carried her. He glanced at the drunk woman and swore under his breath. "F*ck! You looked so skinny."

Dear Young Master Lu, training is needed for you to carry a woman.

Young Master Yan has been training for years.

…

Zhou Shuang's sleepily eyelids fluttered and her whole world seemed to spin.

The curtains were drawn tightly that barely any sunlight streamed in from the narrow gap.

She stretched her hand to turn on the light.

Was this… Lu Yinan's apartment in the hospital?

When Lu Yinan had to perform surgeries, he wouldn't go home for days. She brought Yanyan to visit him before.

But why was she here?

Zhou Shuang slumped on the bed as she tried to recall the previous night. She only remembered that Xuxu drank with her. And they had chided Lu Yinan.

She couldn't remember anything afterward.

"You're awake."

Zhou Shuang was still feeling puzzled when the door swung open. A familiar man's voice sounded.

Zhou Shuang glanced at Lu Yinan who was wearing bathrobes. He strolled towards her.

Only then did she remember to check herself.

When she peered down, she was stunned.

She wasn't wearing the clothes she wore yesterday. The white shirt she wore obviously belonged to Lu Yinan.

She lifted the blanket.

F*ck. She wasn't wearing anything below.