When Zhou Hui learned of his identity, she must have confirmed that he would not pose a threat to Xue Mobei, and her vigilance should have relaxed quite a bit.
Regretfully, despite having good alcohol tolerance, she had been restraining herself from drinking too much in his presence, likely to avoid saying something she shouldn't.
But tonight, she was somewhat indulgent. Initially, he didn't understand why, but later he realized today was Zhou Hui's birthday.
Zhou Hui said, "Every year on my birthday, even if he doesn't show up, he sends me a gift. But today, I've been waiting until now, yet there's nothing!"
As she spoke, she downed a large glass of red wine and said, "You're in your thirties now, a woman's best years are behind her. Many friends think I should find a decent man to marry, and I want that too, I do. I'm a woman, what woman doesn't want a man to love and protect her? But what can I do? Having met that person, what can I do? Tell me, what can I do?"
