When Zhang Jiren returned ho that night, it was already past eleven in the evening. Zhang Xianzhe had called out an ergency eting that morning and he had been scolded greatly for his long absence a month ago, crippling most of the ongoing projects the Zhang Corporation had.
The old man had threatened him that if he were to disappear without a word again, he would lose his position as the head of the company— sothing that Zhang Liang was looking forward to. Too bad that Zhang Jiren had already anticipated it to happen and had sought Feng Tianyi's help to hinder the Zhang Corporation's growth by using underhanded tricks.
Feng Tianyi was willing to cooperate to do the dirty job this ti only because he didn't want Tang Moyu to know what was going on. With her delicate condition, he and Zhang Jiren agreed not to allow her to get involved in their plans this ti.
Most of the lights were already dimd, and he was sure that his wife and Leyan were probably asleep by now. He checked the nursery and was pleased to see his stepdaughter peacefully sleeping in her crib before he decided to go to the master bedroom.
Zhang Jiren was montarily confused to see that Li ili wasn't inside. She wasn't in the connecting bathroom either. This only gave him an idea that she might still be in her workroom again.
When he opened the door of her workroom, he found his wife slumped on the floor next to the couch, clearly intoxicated with alcohol. They were married for almost two years now, but this was the first ti Zhang Jiren saw her drunk.
"ili," he called out. Just what had happened for her to act like this? He wondered.
Li ili heard soone call her, but she didn't know who it was.
"What happened to you?" Zhang Jiren asked, not knowing that his twin sister had dropped by and revealed his condition to his wife.
"Nothing," Li ili waved. "Let's drink?" She raised the bottle she was holding as if she was offering it to him, but Zhang Jiren only scowled in return.
Being ignored by whoever it was, Li ili continued drinking on her own. She would have invited Tang Moyu to drink with her if only the empress wasn't pregnant— or Gu Yuyao. But the Gu Heiress wasn't there in Shenzhen. She went to Beijing along with He Lianchen the other day.
"Zhang Jiren, where are you?" Li ili called out, much to her husband's surprise.
"I'm here, ili," he said in a gentle tone, still not able to get angry at her being drunk like this.
Hearing his familiar voice, Li ili nestled in his embrace and clung unto him, not letting him go.
"Don't leave … Don't leave , Jiren. Just don't leave," she mumbled like a mantra.
Zhang Jiren wasn't sure what she was talking about, but he didn't dare to give her an answer in fear that he might regret it later. Sighing to himself, he picked up his drunken wife from the floor, struggling a little as he felt pain on his side. He hissed but imdiately balanced Li ili in his arms before bringing her back to their bedroom.
When he laid her on the bed, Li ili started singing in her drunken state, leaving him speechless. He helped her remove her shoes and left her for a mont to get a clean wet washcloth to wipe her face. He only hoped that she wasn't like other drunks who would puke before sobering up.
He also found her pajamas, but he felt at loss on how to convince his wife to change into them. Ah, he was her husband, and yet he was hesitating to touch her.
"Zhang Jiren, you aren't allowed to leave ," Li ili suddenly blurted out. "You can't leave ."
His jaws hardened, thinking that Li ili had probably been thinking over their impending divorce and that was why she was drunk tonight. The tears that escaped at the corner of her eyes made his heart ache.
"I wouldn't if I could," he said in response which could barely be heard by his wife. If he was dying, he certainly didn't want to put Li ili and Leyan in a traumatic situation. It hadn't been easy for him to sign that divorce paper. Thinking how it would spare her from the pain of his illness, Zhang Jiren eventually decided to give back her freedom.
"Don't lie to ." Li ili suddenly sat up and hit his c.h.e.s.t weakly, her tears streaming down her face.
"I would never lie to you." His voice beca hoarse and once again, yielded to her request.
"Then promise …"
Zhang Jiren remained silent.
"Zhang Jiren, say that you won't leave ."
He clenched his fists on his side and shut his eyes. Why was Li ili asking him such an impossible thing? If he wasn't sick and his health was at its peak, he would certainly do his best to fulfill her request, but sadly, it wasn't sothing he couldn't give her now.
"It's not that I'm leaving you for good, ili." He stroked her head and kissed the top of her crown. It pained him to see her like this. "If you need sothing, you can still look for . I'll help you."
Until he ran out of ti in this world, as long as he could do it, he would do anything for her and Leyan.
Li ili continued to weep in his embrace, leaving him helpless. He had never been good with crying and emotional won. Perhaps this was one of the reasons why he rarely dated in the past.
"Say that you won't leave …" she demanded him yet again but Zhang Jiren kept his silence.
"In return, I'm willing to share with you the rest of my life."
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