When Sheng Qiaoqiao came out of the restroom, she was caught red-handed by Song Sinan.
He reeked of alcohol, leaning against the wall with one hand, his usual poise and restraint gone, a hint of frivolity in his eyes. "Qiaoqiao, why did you lie to me that night? I was right downstairs, watching your apartment dark and gloomy, yet you said on the phone...you were at home..."
That very night, his niece, whom he had watched grow up, took advantage of his vulnerability.
Sheng Qiaoqiao was completely baffled and couldn't recall ever having heard of it.
Song Sinan's eyes gradually dimmed, and a look of desolation appeared between his brows. "I'm sorry... I apologize for losing my composure."
He immediately stopped, apologized to her repeatedly, turned and walked away, his steps slightly unsteady, looking a bit embarrassed.
In a sorry state.
Sheng Qiaoqiao never imagined that this word would be associated with Song Sinan.
Song Sinan pushed open the door to the private room, leaned against the wall, took out a cigarette case, shook out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it.
An old song, "Bewitched," drifted from the private room diagonally opposite.
Su Yu's fair and clear face appeared in his mind.
The person who ruined him vanished without a trace.
When Sheng Qiaoqiao returned to the private room, Fu Yanshen was playing a drinking game with Ji Yan. She gasped.
Ji Yan: "Brother-in-law, drink the third cup in one gulp, otherwise you're not a real man!"
Mu Ye protected Fu Yanshen, saying, "Brother Yan, don't force your brother-in-law to drink this cup for him."
Fu Yanshen said with slight disdain, "Go away, who needs you to drink for them?"
He picked up his whiskey, ready to drink.
His wrist was grabbed just in time. When he looked up, he met his wife's fierce face, and a chill ran down his spine. "Wife, wife, I, I..."
He grabbed her wrist and shook it gently, his face full of flattery.
Sheng Qiaoqiao immediately softened, "Ji Gou, are you sick? You know my brother Fu can't drink, yet you still force him to drink!"
She rebuked Ji Yan.
Ji Yan, with a cigarette dangling from his lips and his legs crossed, looked completely nonchalant.
"Tsk tsk tsk, what's with all this PDA? Like they don't have any family." As soon as the words left his mouth, Ji Yan thought of the ice block at home, and his heart sank.
Sheng Qiaoqiao rolled her eyes at him disdainfully, "Whatever goes wrong with my brother Fu tonight, it's all your fault!"
She and Ji Yan grew up together and were closer than sisters; they would tease each other whenever they met.
Seeing his wife protecting him like a fiercely protective husband, Fu Yanshen felt incredibly smug, and the corners of his mouth kept turning up in a smile.
"Brother Fu, are you feeling unwell? Should we go to the hospital?" Sheng Qiaoqiao leaned close to him, turned his face towards her, and asked anxiously.
Only when she saw the lamplight did she realize that he remained completely expressionless.
From what Ji Yan just said, he has already drunk two glasses of 50° whiskey.
What happened?
Fu Yanshen only then remembered this matter.
"Honey, I'm not allergic to alcohol anymore, you're all better now." He whispered in her ear, his voice hoarse as he coaxed her.
"..."
He's been missing for over a year. What kind of magic pills did that organization give him?
Recalling the old scars on his body, Sheng Qiaoqiao was even more bewildered.
"You can't drink that either. We're planning to have a baby, so we need to quit smoking and drinking to ensure quality."
She whispered in his ear, giving him earnest advice.
Fu Yanshen was immediately overcome with lust and pulled her to her feet. "Let's go home and make a baby."
He deliberately raised his voice, blatantly abusing his girlfriend.
In the car, he couldn't wait to drive on the highway.
The car rolled over speed bumps, the constant jolting sending shivers down Sheng Qiaoqiao's spine. Fu Yanshen was also panting heavily, their fingers intertwined tightly.
The carriage was enchanting, and on their ring fingers, Mosoubi rings gleamed with a cold metallic luster.
The Mössouf loop is an endless cycle.
Just like their love.
In their past life, he died for her, and she died too.
She was reborn and saved him in this life. However, fate played a cruel trick on him, and he could not escape his destiny, dying in a plane crash.
He thought their relationship was over, but he never expected that he would travel back to his past life and break free from fate to find her before donating his heart.
However, it was too late; she and her unborn child died.
On the deck, as he raised his gun to commit suicide and follow her in death, he remembered that she was still thinking of him in this life, and he was extremely reluctant to leave.
When he opened his eyes again, he was back in this life.
Fu Yanshen is a staunch materialist. When he heard Sheng Qiaoqiao say that they had a past life, he believed it on the surface but had doubts in his heart. He also felt that he didn't care whether there was a past life bond or not.
Even now, he still cannot understand the underlying principles.
Perhaps, as Buddhism says: the environment is created by the mind.
Their incredibly strong desire to "be together" created this miracle.
Having the consciousness of two lifetimes, he will cherish and love her even more.
Become a better person with her.
As the tide of passion subsided, Fu Yanshen's cheeks flushed with emotion. He leaned on her shoulder, his thin lips close to her ear, moving slowly, but what came out was not those three words.
He said to her in a heartfelt tone, "Qiaoqiao, how fortunate I am to have met you."
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