Chapter 2011: Life… Has To Go On
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“A coachman sent you back yesterday. He said you got drunk in a tavern.” Bobby’s wife poured a glass of water for him. Her heart went out to him.
All these years, such things had been happening very often. She knew very well whom her husband had been drinking with, and although she had been nagging about it, she did not really hold it to heart.
Such a big thing happened in Rodu over the past two days. Even if she barely left the house, she still heard of the news. The family of the man who had been drinking with her husband every night was gone within a night, and that man also died in prison.
There were more guards patrolling the mansion over the past two days, and her husband was grounded in the military. For a very long time, her heart was in her mouth.
When she heard that her husband could return last night, she made a table full of food, and waited for him the entire night. In the end, a coachman drove her drunk husband back.
“Was I drunk?” Bobby stroked his head. He did not have the feeling of disgust and dizziness from a hangover. Instead, he had had a good sleep that he had never had in a long while, and he felt relaxed all over.
“You carried that bottle of wine back,” Bobby’s wife said as she pointed to a white bottle of wine on the table.
“Maotai?!” Bobby’s memories came back to him immediately when he saw the bottle of wine. He remembered his low feelings, walking at Romo Street, and entering Saipan Tavern because of the wine fragrance.
He ordered a bottle of wine that cost 2,000 copper coins. The wine was rich and fragrant. It was something he had not tasted before.
After that… he was drunk.
Because he was so drunk, he did not even remember what happened in between, how he stopped a horse-drawn carriage and gave his address, and how he even remembered to bring back half a bottle of Maotai.
He got out of bed, and shook the bottle of Maotai on the table. There was half of it left.
This made him shocked at how strong the alcohol was. Only half of a small bottle could make him dead drunk. Two to three bottles of fruit wine would never make him drunk.
“This owner is rather honest. He even let me bring the rest of the wine back.” Bobby pulled out the cork. It was still the familiar smell that struck him.
“Master, it’s getting late. Rest for a little longer. I’ll get them to make some porridge so you can have something before going to court.” Bobby’s wife secretly heaved a sigh of relief seeing that Bobby was not dispirited.
“Alright. Sorry to trouble you,” Bobby told his wife seriously as he placed the wine down.
Bobby’s wife was slightly stunned. She looked at Bobby, and her eyes went red. She smiled and nodded as she walked out.
“Life… has to go on.” Bobby stuffed the cork back on the bottle of wine, and had a resolute expression. “Senior, let me take over all your unfinished wishes. As for the fellow who harmed you and your family, I will make him pay.”
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Hmm? Who am I? Where am I? Irina opened her eyes. She blinked, a little confused.
She looked around, and realized she was lying on the floor!
Did someone kick me off the bed? She sat right up, and saw the large, empty bed. There was no one on the bed at all.
Moreover, the blanket was on the floor, covering her, and the pillow sat neatly on the bed.
Drunk? She recalled taking a bottle of wine from the wine closet last night. After that, she drank a little alone, and got drunk.
On top of that, she seemed to have saved someone while she was drunk?
Or was that also a dream?
“You’re up?” The room door was open, and Mag stood at the door, looking at Irina sitting on the floor with a smile.
“Mm-hmm. Did you put me on the floor to sleep?” Irina turned to look at Mag.
“You rolled to the floor last night, so I laid the sheets on the floor for you to prevent you from rolling to the floor again.” Mag nodded with a smile.
“I, Irina, would never roll off the bed!” Irina said seriously as she blushed.
“Mm-hmm. Get up and have breakfast. I’ve made some porridge.” Mag looked at her pamperingly.
“I mean it,” Irina emphasized.
“I’ll get the kids.” Mag smiled and closed the door behind him.
“Hmph.” Irina clenched her fists. She felt that her standing in this family was challenged. However, her stomach was rumbling, so she could only force herself out from the warm sheets, change into a beautiful dress, and go downstairs for the scrumptious breakfast prepared for her.
Usually, Irina would have such a bad headache the next morning from the hangover she would have no appetite.
But now, she did not feel any pain, and even felt that her sleep quality was really good. She felt super refreshed, and was even a little hungry.
“This wine is not bad. It aids sleep,” Irina mumbled to herself as she opened the door to go downstairs.
“Did I save a human or a ghost last night?” Irina asked Mag while having her porridge.
Mag thought for a while, and said, “You can say he’s both.”
“Oh, it was that old fogy,” Irina said thoughtfully.
“They were ambushed in Sean’s mansion. I think they fell into his trap. It looks like he had noticed us,” Mag said.
“This fellow could always turn things around.” Irina frowned.
“Yes. He is rather talented in certain aspects.” Mag nodded.
Amy concentrated on finishing her bowl of porridge, and while Mag was giving her a second serving, she asked curiously, “Father, when is our tavern opening for business? I haven’t seen a single customer.”
“The tavern is only open for operation at night. We’ve already had our first customer when you were playing upstairs last night,” Mag said with a smile.
“Is that so?” Amy’s eyes widened. She thought for a while, and said, “In that case, can we continue to go out and eat all day long today?”
The little fellow changed the topic so smoothly Mag did not know how to reject her. Besides, he did not have much to do during the day. Bringing the children out to play could be considered taking a real break. Therefore, he nodded with a smile, and said, “In that case, we’ll find somewhere else to continue eating and playing.”
“Hooray!” Amy jumped off her chair, put her arms around Mag’s neck, and gave him a peck on his cheek.
Annie was also beaming with joy.
“Oh, right. We haven’t had the two fat geese we won yesterday.” Amy suddenly remembered something important. “Why don’t we come back at night to have roasted goose?”
“Alright, alright. I’ll make roasted goose for you when we come back at night,” Mag promised.
After breakfast, Mag sent breakfast to Merante and Noya before they went out to play.
“What a happy family.”
“Yeah. I saw that their tavern closed really early last night. Maybe they didn’t have a single customer. This is the real player.”
“How envious…”
The neighbors on Romo Street lamented when they saw the family of four go out.