Afterwards, he threw a sentence to the driver: "Back to the estate. I'm sleeping at home tonight. I don't want to disturb my father-in-law with the smell of alcohol."
Sleeping in the hospital's small villa every day, I can't make too much noise at night. The soundproofing in the hospital villa is not good. My father-in-law's ward is next door. Every night, I have fish-like company but no actual fish to eat. Don't ask how frustrated I am.
Now that the effects of the alcohol were kicking in, all he wanted was to sleep in his giant bed at home. In the vast villa, there were only the two of them. He could savor his fish however he wanted, whether it was steamed or braised—it all tasted delicious.
Upon hearing his instructions, the driver immediately drove back to the Ye's estate.