On the day Luo Rui got married, Luo Yaqing also came back. She had become visibly more mature and grown up very quickly. She no longer looked like the carefree girl that Xu Shichu had seen for the first time.
They have been married for less than half a year. If their life was happy, they would not have matured so quickly. Her maturity was forced. How pitiful...
Xu Shichu pretended to sympathize with him, but then put it out of his mind. He had to continue on the path he had chosen even if he had to kneel down.
Luo Rui, the son, was very happy and proud to be the groom; Luo Changqing, the father, was overwhelmed with emotions after seeing his son getting married, and he drank too much.
It was just that last time when he got his daughter married, he was drunk and his son was there to serve him, but this time his son was getting married and it was the wedding night, and when he got drunk, there was no one by his side to watch over him.
Unexpectedly, Xu Shichu was called by Shu Qi, who said that the Prime Minister was drunk and refusing to rest, so he wanted his wife to go over and take a look.
Xu Shichu looked at Shu Qi and was a little puzzled. She had an ordinary relationship with Luo Changqing. Logically, even if Luo Changqing was drunk, she would not need to serve him. He had so many followers around him, and he would be well taken care of even if he was drunk. Why did Shu Qi come to her this time
"You guys just take care of it. I'll just be in the way if I go." Xu Shichu declined politely.
But Shuqi said with embarrassment: "The master is in a bad mood tonight. He drank too much and was very depressed. If the lady was there to comfort him, he wouldn't have to endure it alone... We servants can take care of him, but we can't comfort him..."
Xu Shichu's eyes almost popped out when he heard what he said. Was he sure that the lonely, helpless, and pitiful empty-nest old man he was talking about was the powerful minister Luo Changqing
This doesn't look like it no matter how you look at it, but Xu Shichu was intrigued by the description of Luo Changqing by Shu Qi. It is so rare to see the bright and handsome prime minister break down emotionally, she wanted to go and see it.
So she frowned, pretending to be convinced by Shuqi, and after a moment of hesitation, she said, "If that's the case, I'll go see him. It would be bad if he got sick."
Shu Qi was overjoyed when he heard this and hurriedly led the way.
The first time Xu Shichu entered Luo Changqing's bedroom, it was just an ordinary room, nothing special about it. It was at most a little wider, tidier, and clean, without any extra things. Just like Luo Changqing himself, everything was in order, not at all messy.
"Rui'er... you're getting married, and dad is finally relieved..." Luo Changqing muttered to himself on the bed, his narrow eyes closed, and his slender body in tight pajamas tossed and turned, not resting.
Xu Shichu sat down on the chair beside the bed and reached out to touch his forehead. As soon as he touched it, he was suddenly held by a pair of warm hands: "Who is it?..."
Luo Changqing's voice was not as steady and clear as when he was sober during the day. Instead, he spoke slowly, with doubt in his voice, and his tone was a little soft. Xu Shichu actually found it a little cute.
His sharp eyes that could usually see through people's hearts opened, but this time they were a bit confused and innocent. With his mature and handsome appearance, Xu Shichu could see some shadow of a little puppy in him.
This... is a bit unfair. Xu Shichu's hands were itching to move, and he couldn't help but touch his cheek, which was a little red from drinking, and it felt warm.
"I am your wife, husband." Xu Shichu deliberately lengthened her voice and spoke softly.
"Madam?" Luo Changqing raised his head and tried to open his eyes wide, as if to see Xu Shichu more clearly. Then he held Xu Shichu's hand in his arms and said with a little grievance: "Madam, I feel a little happy and a little sad. I don't know why..."
Xu Shichu's hand was pulled into his arms, and when it touched his strong chest, his face became hot. He didn't expect that this man, who usually looked gentle and refined, actually had pectoral muscles.
For the sake of taking advantage of someone, she coaxed Du Zhao like a fat kid, "Because your son has grown up and got married. You are happy that he has finally started a family, but you are also sad that you are no longer the person closest to him."
Luo Changqing opened his confused eyes and tried hard to understand Xu Shichu's words. After a while, he said slowly: "Oh, so it turns out that my son got married... I remember..."
Then he looked at Xu Shichu with a pitiful look on his face and said, "So you are the only one closest to me, Madam?"
Xu Shichu shook his head mercilessly and denied him: "No, I am not your closest person."
Luo Changqing's eyes suddenly became more moist: "Aren't you my wife? How can my wife not be the person closest to me?"
Xu Shichu sighed, it was really pitiful, even the Prime Minister would feel lonely when drunk and would look for the people closest to him.
Perhaps the Prime Minister is too steady and serious in his daily life, and he suppresses too much emotion, so he can only release his emotions when he is drunk. At this moment, he has lost the image of a powerful official at all, and has turned from a shrewd old fox into a soft, weak and vulnerable little white rabbit.
"Doesn't the book say that the closest relatives and the most distant relatives are husband and wife? Husband and wife can be the closest, but they can also be distant. Unfortunately, we are the most distant." Xu Shichu said with a smile.
"No, I don't believe it!" Luo Changqing refused to believe it. He suddenly got up from the bed and hugged Xu Shichu into his arms. "If we are not close, why are you in my room?"
Xu Shichu had never expected him to do this, so he did not dodge. He pressed her tightly, and her nose was suddenly filled with a strange masculine scent, which was light and elegant, not only not unpleasant, but also quite pleasant.
"Are you pretending to be drunk to take advantage of me?" Xu Shichu was stunned for a moment and then resisted, struggling to break free from Luo Changqing's arms.
"Humph!" Xu Shichu pinched the skin on his cheek angrily, "If you wake up tomorrow and remember what you did, I wonder if you will be angry and embarrassed?"
Luo Changqing grabbed Xu Shichu's hand in pain, and his handsome face became even redder because of Xu Shichu's pinching, like the mist of peach blossoms, his charm increased greatly. Xu Shichu was almost fascinated by his handsome appearance with great lethality and wanted to get his hands on it.
But fortunately, she had not been blinded by lust, and there was still a trace of reason reminding her that she and Luo Changqing had a "pure and innocent" relationship as husband and wife, which could not be crossed.
She felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on her. Her hot heart immediately cooled down, and she was no longer in the mood to tease the man whose cuteness changed dramatically before and after he was drunk.
"Let go of my hand, or you will regret it when you wake up." Xu Shichu said, shaking his hand.
"Are you unhappy?" Luo Changqing's answer was irrelevant, which showed that he was very drunk. He was usually so calm, but he was defenseless and showed his soft nature, allowing others to do whatever they wanted.
"I'm unhappy. It's the most irresponsible thing to flirt with someone after drinking. You make that person fall in love with you, but when you wake up you say you've forgotten about it. How miserable is that person?" Xu Shichu pushed him away mercilessly.