A bright light stung Zhang Chen's eyes.

His head felt dizzy, his head ached, and his mouth was dry!

The hangover was truly unbearable.

He forced his eyes open! He wanted to go to the living room to get a glass of water.

"Where is this?"

What he saw was a small, cramped room.

He lay on a hard bed, the quilt curled up in the corner.

A foul, pungent smell emanated from it.

By the window stood an old-fashioned dressing table, its black-framed mirror shattered.

His throat felt dry!

Before he could think, he saw a red thermos on the dressing table, its large wedding symbol etched on it, a stark contrast to the surroundings.

Zhang Chen shook the thermos, finding some water still inside. He opened it, and saw that the water was no longer hot. Holding the thermos, Zhang Chen gulped it down.

Finally feeling better!

Zhang Chen prepared to leave. He accidentally bumped into a scattered beer bottle on the floor.

The sound of the beer bottles rolling on the concrete floor was particularly piercing.

"Bang... Bang..."

"Squeak..."

The door opened, and a woman in her twenties stood in the doorway.

She had eyes like bright moons, a high nose bridge, and lips as thin as wings.

The black tights showcased her exquisitely curvaceous figure to the fullest, her alluring form like a water snake.

Her legs, accentuated by the tights, looked even longer.

This figure was absolutely perfect.

Like a ripe peach.

Mouthwatering!

Zhang Chen couldn't help but swallow.

"Are you...are you awake?" the woman asked timidly.

Zhang Chen was stunned.

"Hmm!"

Zhang Chen felt he should apologize for his loss of composure.

"Hmm! Sorry...I!"

"I'm used to it!"

"Huh?" Zhang Chen was surprised! There are actually people so shameless! The woman's words shocked him.

What a shame for such a beautiful woman!

Zhang Chen couldn't help but shake his head.

Last night, he was completely drunk, and in a daze, he seemed to be taken home by a woman.

Thinking back, Zhang Chen suddenly sobered up.

Zhang Chen felt in his pocket. Huh? Where's my wallet? Never mind, this woman must have taken it.

Isn't she doing this just for the money?

Thinking of the over two thousand yuan in my wallet, Zhang Chen felt a little distressed.

Never mind! Seeing her as a beauty. Two thousand yuan was worth it!

Zhang Chen checked his watch. It was almost ten o'clock!

"Too late!"

Zhang Chen hurriedly got dressed and rushed out the door!

The design drawings were due at ten-thirty. If the client didn't approve of them again, he'd be leaving!

Zhang Chen felt in his pocket. Where's his phone? He must have left it with the woman in his haste.

Zhang Chen had been running so fast that he hadn't even memorized his route.

Looking at the fork in the road ahead, Lin Chen was lost...

"Ding-ling-ling... Ding-ling-ling..."

"Make way, make way! Get out of the way!" A 28-inch bicycle whizzed by.

The cyclist pushed Zhang Chen and he stumbled, nearly falling.

"What a lack of manners!" Zhang Chen cursed. If he hadn't been in a hurry, he would have grabbed the man and given him a beating!

Across from them, under the shade of a tree, two elderly men were playing chess.

A crowd of people gathered nearby.

One held a large palm-leaf fan in one hand. His face was furrowed with tension.

"Zhang Chen, you beat your wife really hard last night!" a young man's voice called out. "Where else can he go except on his wife..."

"I heard his wife is..."

"A wimp!"

"What a shame, that little beauty!"

"Hahaha...hahaha!"

The crowd erupted in laughter.

"How can this Zhang Chen be so worthless? He doesn't even know how to fight back when others tease him!"

"Zhang Chen? Your name is exactly the same as mine?" Lin Chen had more important things to do.

He didn't have time to dwell on this bullied Lin Chen.

Zhang Chen had already turned around, preparing to go back to get his phone.

"Hey! Zhang Chen, where are you going?"

"What a wimp!"

"Look, you can't stand it after just a few words!"

"If you run away, I'll go find your wife tonight..."

"Zhang Chen, can you stand them bullying you like this?"

A tall young man in a flowered shirt blocked Zhang Chen's path.

"They're making fun of me?" Zhang Chen was stunned with shock!

"Besides you, is there another Zhang Chen in our town?" the man in the flowered shirt glared fiercely.

"Let's beat up that damn Zhang Qiang!" the man in the flowered shirt rolled up his sleeves.

"Are they talking about me?" Zhang Chen's head was still buzzing from his hangover.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing Zhang Chen's reaction, the man in the flowered shirt looked worried.