Ye Shengsheng’s eyes instantly reddened, tears spilling down her cheeks without warning. “I’m gonna have my husband beat you up,” she slurred, her tongue thick with alcohol. “You’re a bad man.” The fury simmering in Lu Shiyan instantly vanished, replaced by a frantic tenderness. “Baby, don’t cry,” he coaxed, his voice suddenly gentle. “Let’s go home, okay?” He decided to let it go. She was drunk,