He really didn’t an to inquire about Dong Xin Yan’s whereabouts. In fact, these days, he avoided what he could, and hid wherever possible. After all... no matter how generous he was, no matter how willing to sacrifice for her, he did not want to count down the days until he witnessed her marrying another man.
Yet, the more he tried to hide, the more there was nowhere to hide.
Cheng Ziyang was once part of the sa circle. Although they were on different levels, they still had so mutual friends within the circle. With Cheng Ziyang getting married, they naturally all received the news. When they were drinking, singing karaoke, getting massages, or playing mahjong together, it accidentally slipped out during their chats.
Yesterday, while playing mahjong with a few executives, one of them, an old partner of the Cheng Group, whose wife got along well with Mrs. Cheng, casually ntioned that tomorrow Cheng Ziyang and Dong Xin Yan were going to register their marriage.
The private room was so noisy, his ears buzzing with all sorts of sounds, making it hard to hear clearly spoken words. Yet, that one sentence from the executive ca through to him loud and clear.
Tomorrow, Dong Xin Yan is going to marry Cheng Ziyang.
This ti, she truly would beco soone else’s wife, truly... have nothing to do with him.
He promised to give his blessings, yet his hand still froze.
The executive said it casually, and after saying it, he rembered the teeth marks between him and Cheng Ziyang and the ambiguous scandal with Cheng Ziyang’s future wife. Afraid he would be upset, he quickly smiled to make ands, "Look at , had a couple of drinks too many, the alcohol kicks in and I talk nonsense."
Talking nonsense?
If he really was talking nonsense, that would be great.
No matter how turbulent his heart was, his expression on his face remained perfect. Since childhood, he was a favored son of heaven, quick and decisive. Even though he didn’t often show emotions, in front of everyone, he hardly needed to hide his feelings.
Happy just ant happy, angry just ant angry.
But now, he wore a perfect mask, curled his lips, looking indifferent, as if he heard nothing, lowering his dark eyes, looking at his cards, and leisurely threw out a two of circles.
But people, they can deceive others, but never themselves. They can deceive their brain, but not their heart.
After the card ga ended, he didn’t leave but asked for a private room, sitting there alone, almost drinking all of his good wine stored at Black Pool.
A heartbroken person always likes to drink, thinking that once drunk, they can forget everything, all the pain, doubts, and sadness will disappear.
He also lost in love, so he ca to drink.
Only, why... didn’t it work at all?
Why the more he drank, the clearer he beca, the more he drank, the harder it was to forget.
For the first ti, drinking until he wanted to vomit, he staggered into the bathroom, crouching by the toilet, drinking until it felt like his insides were being torn apart, almost throwing up his internal organs.
At last, he leaned over the sink, looking at himself in the mirror.
So ridiculous, so absurd...
Staggering out of Black Pool, Old Chen ca up to support him, he sat in the car, leaning against the seat, dazed and dizzy.
Old Chen asked him, "Where to? Back to the villa? Or the apartnt in the city? Or maybe the company?"
In a hoarse voice, he muttered, "None of these places, I want to go to Dong Xin Yan’s heart, even if, just for a second."
Really, he dared not ask for more, just a second would be good.
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