An Xiaotu jumped in fright and immediately hugged her son into her arms, nervously comforting him. 。Little An nestled in her arms, thinking about his inability to speak, he cried even harder. 。Uncle Y...Throughout the entire wedding ceremony, Lu Yin watched silently, without saying a word.

After the speeches are finished, the wedding banquet begins.

Tang Yucheng and An Xiaotu went from table to table, offering toasts. When they reached Lu Yin's table, Tang Yucheng felt inexplicably complex and simply said, "Thank you."

"Second… Second Master, you're too kind." Lu Yin lowered his eyes, concealing the complex emotions in them, and replied calmly.

Tang Yucheng pursed his thin lips, wanting to say something, but he held back in the end. Then, he took An Xiaotu to toast the next table.

Lu Yin drained the cup of wine in one gulp, his face tensed.

Helly secretly watched the man, silently watching him drink one glass after another.

She had begun to see a pattern. Every time this man encountered people from the Tang family, especially when facing the second master of the Tang family, his emotions would fluctuate more dramatically.

His emotions were complex and repressed, with something else she couldn't quite put her finger on mixed in.

Before, she had overstepped her bounds by asking him if he knew the Tang family a long time ago. He flatly denied it and warned her not to overstep again and not to inquire about his private affairs.

Then, there was nothing more.

The wedding banquet lasted until after 2 p.m., and there was still a reception in the evening.

Guests are welcome to stay for the banquet, as the Tang family has planned many activities and games for entertainment. If you choose not to attend the banquet, you may leave after the wedding ceremony.

Some guests left after the wedding banquet, while most stayed.

The Tang residence had many rooms. Guests of an older generation were arranged to rest in the lounge or guestrooms so they could relax and be ready for the evening banquet.

Lu Yin was drunk at the wedding banquet, so drunk that he was muddled. Tang Moqing escorted him back to his room for the night.

"You have a poor tolerance for alcohol." The room was air-conditioned, a bit chilly. Tang Moqing covered him with a thin blanket at night, "Will you attend the banquet If you do, I'll ask Yisheng to make some hangover medicine."

After some thought, he said again, "Forget it, you're so drunk that you probably don't even know what you're saying. I'll just take matters into my own hands and go find Yisheng to get a hangover remedy."

After finishing his words, Tang Moqing was about to turn and leave.

Suddenly, his wrist was grabbed, followed by a thick, slurred voice, "Uncle Three..."

Tang Mo Qing stopped in his tracks, the entire person froze for several seconds before he opened his mouth, somewhat dryly. "Hmm, what's wrong"

He knew Lü Yin wasn't Si Xiu. At this moment, it should be Si Xiu's personality controlling this body. He wanted to hear what 'Si Xiu' wanted to say to him.

After a while, I heard no more from Lu Yin. Then, I felt the grip of his large hand on my wrist gradually loosen, and his breathing became even.

Tang Moqing, whose appetite had been whetted, frowned fiercely under the night sky. He desperately wanted to wake up Lu Yin and ask him what he wanted to say.

Though I thought about it, I didn't take any action.

Later, Zhi Sheng got a prescription filled. Luckily, all the necessary herbs were growing in the small herb garden at the back of the mountain.

About an hour passed.

The servant brought the prepared hangover remedy to Tang Moqing's night meal.

Just the smell of the medicine made Tang Mo Qing feel sick.

Dip a fingertip in the medicine and place it in your mouth.

A strange and terrifying taste spread in my mouth, making my scalp tingle.

A line, indeed, is a wake-up call.

He was originally three or four points drunk, but at this moment his whole body instantly sobered up. Lu Yin had to drink down this half bowl of medicine, and he estimated that he wouldn't dare to get drunk again in his life.

Why was he feeling a bit schadenfreude

Picked up Lu Yin, wrapped two layers of napkins around his neck, then pinched his nose in one hand and poured the hangover medicine into his mouth.

Halfway there and no response

Then finish pouring the rest.

"Cough, cough..." Lu Yin, who was originally unconscious from the alcohol, suddenly coughed violently. Then, with a 'poof', he sprayed the sobering medicine out of his mouth.

"Who the f***..." Lu Yin cursed as he jumped out of bed, rushing towards the bathroom while ranting, "Tang Moqing, you son of a b*tch, are you trying to murder me!"

Tang Mo stood under the night sky, watching Lu Yin's retreating figure.

Indeed.

Both his tone of voice and the way he spoke resembled how his nephew's angry rants sounded when he was at his worst.

His great-nephew usually calls him "Uncle Three" or just "Three Uncle." When he's annoyed, he calls him by his full name.

Lu Yin brushed his teeth two or three times and even used mouthwash, so there wasn't much odor in his mouth anymore. But when he breathed, he could still feel a very unpleasant and terrifying smell rising straight from his abdomen up to his throat.

When he came out of the bathroom and saw that Tang Moqing was still there, his face darkened a few shades.

"Anything else" Lu Yin asked impatiently.

"I thought you'd still be at the banquet tonight, so I asked Yisheng to prepare some sobering wine." Tang Moqing said this, raising a harmless smile, "Unexpectedly, the sobering wine Yisheng made had such an immediate effect."

"……" Lu Yin's face twitched, and he said in a peremptory tone, "If there's nothing else, I'm going to rest."

"Oh, good. Then you rest."

Tang Moqing turned and left after finishing his words, thinking to himself: Before, Lu Yin was drunk and called him "Third Uncle". Tonight, he would get Lu Yin drunk again and see if he could get any information out of him.

After he left, Lu Yin though mostly sobered up, had no recollection of what happened while he was drunk. He still felt a little tired and lay down to continue resting.

……

Xiao Yabai felt that since she discovered she was pregnant, she had become particularly prone to drowsiness. Perhaps it was something she hadn't noticed before, or it might be related to psychological factors.

For example, if you didn't realize you were sick at first, once you discover it, you'll feel all kinds of discomfort and unwell.

She came back from An Xiaotu's place, feeling a bit tired. She changed out of her dress and into pajamas to get some sleep.

As she was lying down, just about to fall asleep, the sound of the door opening made her struggle to open her eyes. Seeing it was Tang Moqing, she let out a soft whimper and closed her eyes again.

Tang Mo Qing saw her, and his heart softened instantly.

"Ya Bai." He lay down beside her, calling out softly.

"Hmm..." Xiao Yabai was actually a bit reluctant to respond, she was so tired.

"Honey~", he changed his address again.

"...." Xiao Ya Bai this time didn't speak, her brows slightly furrowed.

She silently vowed that if he dared to speak and disturb her sleep again, she would beat him up.

Tang Moqing didn't know what she was thinking. Seeing her frown, he became a little nervous. "What's wrong Are you feeling unwell"

"Can you get out! Stop disturbing my sleep!" Xiao Ya said angrily.

When you're about to drift off to sleep, and there's a voice buzzing in your ear every few seconds, it's the most suffocating thing. A beat that makes you want to explode.

"...I won't say anything more, you sleep, I'll keep you company for a while." Tang Moqingye was stunned for a moment after saying that, and then he didn't speak again.

After a while, he noticed that Xiao Ya Bai had already fallen asleep. He gently placed his big hand on her abdomen, and a strange yet heartwarming feeling surged through his chest.

At first, he wasn't able to accompany Xiaonuan during her birth and growth, which made him feel regretful and indebted to both her and himself.

This time, there will be no regrets or shortcomings.a woman who suits him, so he should just live alone."What's mama Eat your food," An's mother glared at her daughter, feigning anger."No." Yisheng answered honestly."Have you met any girls you like yet...