Chen Zhongyi was at home, busy with his marital duties.
He had just stripped his wife naked.
Suddenly, a frantic KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK rattled the door, followed by the butler's anxious voice. "Master, Lord Pei summons you."
Chen Zhongyi's body froze instantly. He could only sigh in helpless frustration before getting out of bed to dress.
"Master, what am I to do now that you're leaving?" his wife asked, her face full of resentment.
Chen Zhongyi glanced back at her coolly as he dressed. "You rely on me for everything, but who can I rely on? Remember, you have to depend on yourself. If all else fails, just go make some fish-fragrant eggplant."
With that, he finished dressing, grabbed his outer robe, and stormed out without a backward glance, slamming the door behind him.
'Is getting laid more important than going to work?'
'Slight Lord Pei, and I'll end up visiting my own grave.'
