The Whole Internet is Shipping Me with My Ex-Boyfriend-Chapter 421: Drunk Confessions: I Really Like You

Quan Jin was completely drunk.

So drunk that he was almost unconscious.

Everyone has a limit to their alcohol tolerance; when happy, you might not get drunk after a thousand drinks, but when sad, one glass might knock you out, and even the weather can affect your tolerance.

Obviously, for Quan Jin, everything but happiness contributed to his tolerance level.

Shen Fengnan himself was already quite drunk, yet he was still loudly claiming he would see Quan Jin off.

Quan Jin, with drunken eyes, his charming eyes making nearby women’s hearts itch, patted Shen Fengnan’s face and said, "You may not want to live, but I still do."

Shen Fengnan was drunkenly giggling, not even realizing a woman was sticking to him, constantly saying ’get off, you’re crushing me’ — his expression was hilariously entertaining.

On Quan Jin’s side, there was no lack of women trying to get close, but with Tu Kuan around, one after another was dealt with swiftly.

Finally, Tu Kuan helped Quan Jin out of the bar.

Settling Quan Jin in the back seat, he asked, "Back to the old home, or where you live?"

No response, dead drunk.

He knew it; as drunk as he looked, as long as he didn’t puke in his car, it would be a blessing.

To be safe, Tu Kuan drove Quan Jin back to his place.

The trip was troublesome; Quan Jin was restless in the car and was even stopped by traffic police. Luckily, Tu Kuan hadn’t been drinking, so he breezed through the breathalyzer and rushed to get Quan Jin home.

Finally, they arrived at the residence.

Dumping Quan Jin onto the bed, Tu Kuan took a deep breath, exhausted.

He was, after all, six-foot-two. Supporting him all the way, most of the weight was on Tu Kuan. It nearly killed him; even helping with bodies during his hospital internship didn’t feel this heavy.

This implied that Quan Jin wasn’t even as good as a corpse.

Tu Kuan, hands on his hips, looked at the man sprawled like a dead pig on the bed, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and thought he probably wouldn’t leave tonight. Who knew how much Quan Jin might puke later.

Just as expected, after lying on the bed for just a few minutes, Quan Jin turned over and quickly went into the bathroom.

The sound of gut-wrenching vomiting came from the bathroom, making Tu Kuan frown deeply.

Tu Kuan went outside to wash his hands and face, wiped himself dry, casually opened the fridge to see if there were any drinks, and was surprised to find vegetables inside.

This guy knows how to manage life?

This guy doesn’t look like someone who would know how to manage life.

He took a bottle of Spezi, opened it, took a sip, and looked inside the fridge again. Not much food was in it, but upon opening the freezer, his expression changed dramatically: "Hey, there’s fish, shrimp, and meat!"

After knowing Quan Jin for five months, Tu Kuan had come to understand him — this guy was nothing more than a rich young master without a clue about running a household.

The stuff in the fridge didn’t seem to be bought by a woman, most likely bought by himself.

The vegetables were a bit wilted; no matter how good the fridge was at preserving freshness, things couldn’t stay fresh forever.

Was he planning to learn to cook?

Most likely not.

Unless someone came to supervise him, he might just give up halfway or blow up the kitchen.

The latter seemed more likely.

Tu Kuan drank half a bottle of Spezi, then went to the main bedroom’s bathroom to check on the person.

The heavily drunk man was sitting on the toilet lid, staring blankly. Tu Kuan leaned closer and called, "Hey?"

No response.

Tu Kuan called again, and Quan Jin finally looked up at him, confusedly asking, "Who are you?"

Evil thoughts emerged instantly; since the man was drunk, even if he remembered in the morning, Tu Kuan wouldn’t be afraid. He answered, "Me? I’m your dad!"

To his surprise, Quan Jin replied, "I’m your grandpa."

Tu Kuan: "..."

Quan Jin: "Call me grandpa."

Tu Kuan: "..." I’ll call you uncle.

Was he really drunk or just pretending?

It seemed like he was faking it.

However, Tu Kuan knew exactly how much Quan Jin had drunk, having watched it himself.

A drunk Quan Jin didn’t have any alcohol-induced frenzy. He was quite peaceful, neither yelling nor fussing, somewhat like that statue — "The Thinker." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"Tell me, why did you drink yourself into this state? Before, despite your partying, you never got this drunk, to the point you can’t even find your way home." Tu Kuan squatted down, curious to see if a drunk Quan Jin could still have a normal conversation.

The Shen family’s eldest Shen Fengnan probably hadn’t returned yet, perhaps dragged away by some woman.

At this moment, Quan Jin was focused, staring in a particular direction.