The 99th Divorce

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Shen Manting sounded like she was at her wit's end. She looked at Shen Luo'an, who was as drunk as a lord, and pleaded helplessly, "Zhilie…"

"See if there are any service staff around who could help you out with him," Shen Zhilie said.

His voice sounded calm and firm, but Shen Manting became even more panicked. She asked, "Zhilie, I'm afraid. What if someone recognizes me?"

Shen Zhilie was baffled when he heard the question.

She is afraid of being recognized? What is there to recognize? Is she afraid that someone will recognize her as Shen Manting? Or, is she afraid that someone will recognize her as the female lead in the recent scandal? Maybe it's both.

Because of Ye Youyou's injury, the scandal between Shen Manting and Shen Luo'an had been reignited on Weibo as a hot topic. Someone had blamed Ye Youyou's accident on her distraction due to her husband carrying on an affair with his sister.

The topic was trending. Many people were cursing at Shen Manting, and many others were leaving her threats. You'd better never let me see you, or you'll never live to see the light of day!

That is probably what Shen Manting is afraid of!

After a moment's thought, Shen Zhilie consoled her, saying, "Don't be afraid. The keyboard warriors are nothing without their keyboards. Just cover your face and ask someone to help you with him."

"But, Grandma is at home," Shen Manting said. "If she detects the strong scent of alcohol coming from Brother, I'm afraid…"

Shen Manting was having a horrible time in the Shen residence. Old Mrs. Shen's attitude toward her was getting colder as each day passed. She had even recently scolded her.

Shen Manting couldn't voice her grievances. All she could do was keep her distance from Old Mrs. Shen. If she took Shen Luo'an home, there would be no way to keep it from Old Mrs. Shen, and Shen Manting would be in for a hard time again.

"Take him to a hotel first and hide out there for the night," Shen Zhilie said. It wasn't ideal, but it was better than all the other alternatives.

That was what Shen Manting had intended to do as well. She looked around and saw many men and women coming and going. No one paid them any attention.

Shen Manting tried to lift Shen Luo'an up. In a lowered voice, she called out, "Brother, wake up. It's time to go home."

Shen Luo'an didn't stir. In his drunken stupor, he reached out and draped his hand over her body.

Shen Manting took a quiet breath and rolled the turtleneck collar on her sweater up to cover half her face. Crouching down slightly, she lifted Shen Luo'an's arm up and draped it around her own neck. It took her every ounce of strength she possessed to pull him up.

Although Shen Luo'an looked completely knocked out, he still possessed a remnant of consciousness. He put his hand on her shoulder for support and rested his head at the crook of her shoulder. Every breath he took released alcoholic fumes. He leaned over enthusiastically and had incoherent ramblings.

Shen Manting propped him up, half dragging him along with her as she whispered, "Can you walk at all? Be careful. Don't crush me. You're too heavy."

Shen Luo'an realigned himself and carried a little more of his own weight as his feet followed Shen Manting's pace. His steps weren't steady, but it was a lot easier on Shen Manting than it had been moments earlier.

Shen Manting lowered her face the whole way. She hailed a taxi, found a hotel, and wrestled him in.

When Shen Luo'an entered the room, it was almost as if he were sober. "Shower," he stated.

Shen Manting was infuriated and flung him onto the bed. As she took off her coat, she snapped, "You're drunk to such an extent and you still want to shower? You should worry about dying in the bathroom!"

Shen Luo'an didn't reply. He looked at her in his drunken stupor. His eyes were glazed and squinting.