Encroachment 81

Chapter 81: Bully

Shen Shuman returned home to find the living room brightly lit, yet so quiet that it seemed one could hear a pin drop.

“Is Wei Shi asleep?” she wondered groggily, tiptoeing to change into house slippers and heading to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water. After quenching her thirst with a few sips, she planned to take a bath and go to bed.

Passing through the living room, she noticed an object on the glass coffee table that she had never seen before—a cigarette ashtray.

Shen Shuman paused, blinking, almost thinking she had seen wrong.

Leaning closer, she could see a bit of grayish ash at the bottom.

“Did we have visitors, or does Wei Shi smoke?”

Her mind was foggy, unable to understand.

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Even now, as her husband, sharing the bed night after night, she still felt an unreal dreaminess.

“Wei Shi, let’s go back to the room to sleep,” Shen Shuman tapped his shoulder.

In a second, he woke up groggily, still somewhat dazed upon seeing her.

“You’re back?” He asked, his voice hoarse with a lazy rasp.

In an instant, he became alert, noticing the unpleasant smell of entertainment venues on her, frowning, “Why didn’t you call me to pick you up?”

“I came back with Cheng Tong and the others…” she started, but Wei Shi quickly caught the scent of alcohol on her breath.

He was slightly displeased, his tone stern like an adult chiding a disobedient child, “Why did you drink?”

“I had a bit, just half a glass of beer… I’m not drunk.” Under his sharp gaze, her voice grew softer.

“If you can’t drink, better not to drink at all. What if something had happened?” he cautioned.

Though at first glance, she seemed no different than usual; her eyes were blurry, cheeks flushed, and her speech slightly slurred, clearly tipsy.

Wei Shi glanced at the time, stood up, and pushed her towards the bathroom, “It’s nearly midnight, you should hurry up and take a bath, go to bed, or you won’t be able to get up tomorrow.”

“Mhm.” She was led to the bathroom in a daze, suddenly remembering what Cheng Tong had told her, and the fact that she had accidentally kicked him out of bed this morning…

She stopped in her tracks, suddenly hugging his sturdy waist, mumbling, “I’m sorry for getting angry with you this morning.”

She embraced Wei Shi tightly. 

Hearing her muffled apology, he was surprised, momentarily at a loss for words, “Actually, I was at fault too.”

“Where were you at fault?” she asked, looking up at him, her charming face framed by captivating fox-like eyes.

“Why did I just shoot myself in the foot?” he thought.

“I was at fault for not meeting you at the entrance of the complex, for falling asleep first,” he tried to deflect.

“Hmph! You don’t even know where you went wrong!” she pouted, frowning, and playfully poking his chest with her finger.

Indeed, he wondered why he was discussing “right and wrong” with someone drunk, a topic of great depth.

“You’re at fault because you bullied me,” she said, her voice softening at the end, reminding him of a little girl pestering her mother for ice cream years ago.

“How have I bullied you?” he soothed, smoothing her hair that was sticking out at odd angles.

Shen Shuman rambled on about her dream to him.

As she spoke, she became so aggrieved that tears began to wet his shirt.

Even though she was drunk and her story was disjointed and incoherent, he roughly understood, his heart skipping a beat.

What was this melodramatic plot of “she flees, he chases, and they can’t escape” about? Apollo and Daphne?

What had she been watching lately? What had influenced her mental and physical health so much that her mind was filled with such chaos?

Shen Shuman glared at him, waiting for his reaction, looking like a pitiful child seeking justice from a parent.

Wei Shi cleared his throat, his acting skills soaring, indignantly said, “What a scoundrel! How could that god in your dream bully such a cute girl like you? You are my little treasure, I don’t even have enough time to spoil you…”

“If he dares to appear in your dreams again, I’ll enter your dreams and chase him away! Unbearable, this is utterly unbearable…” he grew more agitated, almost ready to roll up his sleeves and confront the adversary.

Seeing him like this, Shen Shuman chuckled, “It’s just a dream, how could you possibly chase him away? Wei Shi, you’ve become silly.”

“You’re finally laughing?” he smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear that had slipped to her cheek.

“Mmm…” she snuggled against his chest, “Who could resist your sweet nothings? If this were in a matriarchal novel, someone like you would definitely be the charming troublemaker.”

Matriarchal novel? He raised an eyebrow, surprised she read such books, but of course, he wasn’t about to criticize at this moment, “Cough, I’m rather faithful, only troubling you~”

“Then I’m really unfortunate, aren’t I?” she pouted, “In my dreams, you’re only troubling me…”

Wei Shi was at a loss for words, how did the conversation circle back to that dream?