Gu Chenxiao said, "You got married today."
After some fresh air, Wei Shiran was almost sober.
He said, "The ceremony is already over, so I've decided to grace your place with my presence and put up with it for one night. Don't be too touched, okay? After all, I am your best buddy. Knowing you're a lonely old man, you must have gotten sentimental after the wedding. That's why I left the tender, fragrant comfort of home to spend this difficult, lonely night with you."
Wei Shiran was about to sling an arm around Gu Chenxiao's shoulder as he spoke but was deterred by his glare. Clearing his throat, he squeezed past him and walked into his house.
As he walked in, he looked around and commented, "Your place is really quiet, huh? It's pitiful living alone. Even more pitiful to sleep by yourself at night."
Gu Chenxiao followed behind him and suddenly said, "That's still not as pitiful as being kicked out by your wife on your first day of marriage."
