Chapter 51 Dirty This scene not only made Qi Hanying dumbfounded,...
Not only Qi Hanying was stunned by this scene, but everyone else was stunned as well.
They also raised their glasses in a hurry, but found that they were empty. They hurriedly asked the waiter next to them to pour wine and fill the glasses. They also deliberately chose an angle lower than Qi Hanmu's glass, lowered their heads, and drank the full glass of wine.
After drinking, everyone expressed their loyalty, "Boss Qi, if you have any instructions, please tell us. We will go through fire and water and die for you."
And from beginning to end, Qi Hanmu kept his eyes lowered.
The loose hair on his forehead had been fixed with hair wax in advance, leaving his eyebrows and eyes exposed, making them look even sharper when they fell down. The whole person sitting there looked like a sword drawn from its sheath. Before the sheath was found, no one dared to approach him.
But after everyone finished talking, Qi Hanmu's bony hands moved.
It slowly grasped the bottom of the wine bottle, lifted it up, and the wine glass dropped. The wine splashed into the glass, showing a semi-amber color, and swayed slowly inside.
So, in the shocked eyes of everyone, Qi Hanmu raised his head again, his Adam's apple rolled, his brows relaxed, and he swallowed the glass of wine again.
The spicy wine smells really bad when it goes down your throat.
His Adam's apple moved up and down, and he almost vomited out all the wine at once, but the pain in his heart was even worse. After a moment of stagnation, the alcohol rushed in again without hesitation.
"Dry."
After Qi Hanmu swallowed the wine, he slowly raised his head, glanced at everyone at the table, grasped the wine glass with his slender knuckles, and shook it lightly.
Those dark phoenix eyes were captivating and charming, a little bit of light reflected in them, reflecting the entire sea of stars, faintly reflecting the amber-colored wine, but it was more alluring than the strong liquor.
Qi Hanying's heart skipped a beat, and then "boom, boom, boom, boom," and his fragile little heart immediately began to renovate.
You know, his brother's stomach has always been in bad condition, and if he drinks this alcohol now, something bad will happen.
That shouldn't be the case. These people's status shouldn't be enough to make his brother drink. Could it be that they have been refusing to give him face in the cooperation and the negotiations have failed, so his brother is drinking?
Qi Hanying pursed his lips, his hands falling under the table, covered by the tablecloth. His fingers unconsciously intertwined and twisted together. It was because he was not good enough and could not convince others that his brother had to drink.
The more he breathed, the heavier his voice became, as if a deep sense of inferiority and self-pity had enveloped him, making it impossible for him to breathe.
Qi Hanying's eyes were a little moist, and there were faint drops of water hanging on his long and curled eyelashes. He stood up, held the bottle with trembling hands, and filled himself a glass of wine.
He raised his glass, his voice full of the tragic solemnity of a man about to die, "Uncles, drink with me, I can drink too."
Unfortunately, perhaps although he was mentally prepared, his throat was not, so the words came out hoarse and in a very low voice, and only Qi Hanmu next to him could hear it.
The young man's constantly changing eyebrows and sudden standing up finally attracted the attention of the people around him.
"Boss Qi, Boss Qi, please try to persuade Chairman Qi." Everyone was worried about what they could do, but when they saw Qi Hanying's eyes shining,
"How dare we disobey Third Master's words? But Third Master is not in good health. If he drinks this wine, something bad will happen."
Qi Hanying felt a pang in his heart when he saw the fear on the faces of those who had just been pretending to be nice and toasting each other.
Sure enough, he was still not as good as his brother. His brother only needed one move to scare them like this, but just now, he was spitting and talking for so long, but these people didn't react at all.
Qi Hanmu, who was at the center of their conversation, was holding the cup with his slender fingertips, his long legs casually crossed, and his slim trouser legs showed his superior muscle lines.
As soon as he touched the wine bottle on the table, Qi Hanying was frightened and grabbed the bottle at the same time.
"Brother, stop drinking. The uncles said that we will listen to you in our cooperation."
The man, whose expression remained unchanged, slowly raised his thin eyelids. His face was calm, and his originally cold white skin color made him look even more unapproachable. However, his eyes were confused, as if they had no focus.
That trace of fragility was fleeting. Qi Hanying blinked, thinking that it might be his own illusion.
Feeling that the force of the person grabbing the bottle had loosened a little, Qi Hanying struck while the iron was hot and pulled the bottle towards him without leaving any trace, but the action was actually obvious. "Brother, stop drinking. Come on, speak up. Everyone is waiting for you to speak."
Perhaps even Qi Hanying did not realize that he and everyone present had subconsciously developed a dependence on Qi Hanmu.
It seems that as long as his brother is there, any difficulty is not a problem.
Just like the Qi family, which was almost dead and stiff, was revived and regained its glory in Qi Hanmu's hands.
Qi Hanmu had a sharp business acumen and was quick, accurate and ruthless in his tactics. He had made a bold move and cut off all unnecessary people and affairs from Qi's company, thus preserving the cash flow and moving towards high-end industries. He had personally negotiated and recruited a group of technical talents.
No matter how outsiders see him, he seems so powerful. And in the eyes of his brother Qi Hanying, in addition to admiration for his elder brother, there is also a hint of unconscious pity.
Even though my brother has done so well over the years, my parents still treat him like a stranger.
In the middle of the night, Qi Hanying was awakened by the urge to urinate. While rubbing her eyes and going to the bathroom, she vaguely saw a blurry figure hidden by a gauze curtain on the balcony. There was a cigarette in his hand, but he was not smoking. The profile of his face was very calm, with cold and hard lines.
Even though they were far apart, Qi Hanying still believed that he had accidentally witnessed his brother's vulnerability that night.
Mr. Qi San, who is invincible in the eyes of others, also has a fragile side that needs protection. This discovery makes Qi Hanying feel guilty and secretly happy.
Now, the man twirling his wine glass with his head down seemed to be the same blurry figure behind the gauze curtain many years ago. Qi Hanying's desire to protect him reached its peak. "Brother, how can your stomach handle you drinking so much?"
Qi Hanmu's expression was indifferent. His left hand was still holding the wine bottle, and his cold white fingertips were slowly stroking it, while his right hand was lightly resting on his upper abdomen.
Qi Hanying was sharp-eyed and knew his brother was trying to save face in public. He leaned forward and, in a voice only audible between two people, gently coaxed him, "Brother, don't drink anymore. Maybe your sister-in-law will feel bad for you."
This sentence seemed to open the switch of Pandora's box.
Qi Hanmu, who was originally calm and did not snatch the bottle from him, suddenly exerted force, and blue veins bulged from the back of his Leng Bai hand. The explosive force was extremely terrifying. Qi Hanying didn't pay attention, and the bottle was pulled away, leaving a bunch of red marks from friction on his hand.
“Ouch!”
Qi Hanying felt pain in the palm of his delicate hand, and he couldn't help but grimace.
Fortunately, his brother's hand holding the bottle stiffened, and he didn't pour more wine into his glass after all. However, his right hand seemed to press a little harder on his abdomen, as if it was going to dig into it.
The moment he held the bottle of wine, Qi Hanmu stopped his actions with the last bit of rationality in his mind.
That was also a year ago.
He socialized with others, had a few drinks, and returned to Yiyuan at midnight.
Being drunk makes the most secret thoughts in people's hearts spread unconsciously. He didn't know whether it was the effect of alcohol or what he was thinking in his heart, but he held his breath and tiptoed to the outside of Xia Yiqing's room.
At that time, the two of them agreed that if Qi Hanmu or Xia Yiqing had social engagements, they would sleep in separate rooms so as not to disturb each other's sleep.
But that night he broke the rules. He put his hand on the doorknob and pressed it unconsciously, but the door wouldn't open. He went to the study to get a spare key, inserted it into the keyhole, turned it, pushed the door open, and slowly walked to the bed, looking at the figure with closed eyes and fallen asleep in a daze.
“Hmm…”
Perhaps it was because the smell of alcohol on him was too strong. Xia Yiqing, who was sleeping soundly, frowned, groaned, turned over and faced away from him.
Under normal circumstances, Qi Hanmu could have endured it, but that night, under the influence of alcohol, he grabbed Xia Yiqing's shoulders for the first time, with flames flickering in his eyes.
“Qingqing…”
It sounded like a whisper, or like he had shouted in his heart a thousand times. Qi Hanmu's heart was broken, but at this moment it jumped up with force, trembling in his throat and making the tip of his tongue itch.
Xia Yiqing had a good sleep quality, but she was eventually woken up. Perhaps it was because she was in a bad mood after waking up, or maybe she really hated the smell of alcohol. The first thing she said when she got up was, "Disgusting, let's go."
The girl's soft and boneless hand pushed his shoulder. It shouldn't have been pushed, but his heart felt like it was shot by a poisonous arrow. Qi Hanmu trembled all over, and there seemed to be a big hole in his heart. The wind rushed in, and it was cold and painful.
But he dragged his heavy feet, walked out of the room step by step, and finally closed the door with a click, taking the key away with him.
The girl's words may have been just an opportunity. That night he had a heart attack and almost died in the room. Fortunately, Luo Miao discovered him in time and sent him for emergency treatment.
"She doesn't like alcohol," this was the first and only thought that came to Qi Hanmu's mind as he looked at the ceiling after regaining consciousness.
"I can't let her smell the alcohol on me again."
Then everyone present saw that the bottle, which was still half full of wine, was slowly lifted up.
Under everyone's puzzled gaze, it fell rapidly, and with a thud, it landed on the carpeted floor. With a crack, it exploded into pieces, broken glass splattered everywhere, and the dark carpet was stained more clearly by the wine.
There's no way to hide it, it's dirty.
"Buzz—"
Severe tinnitus exploded in his ears, his breathing stopped for a moment, and Qi Hanmu's heartbeat kept echoing in his ears.
To outsiders, his already cold face suddenly turned as pale as paper. He suddenly lunged forward, but was forced back by his elbows on the table.
The muscles in his hands were tense, and the fabric of the handmade suit clearly outlined the texture of his muscles. Qi Hanmu covered the fabric around his chest with his left hand, lowered his head, and gasped like a stranded fish.
This was not the first day he had experienced this dilapidated body, but from childhood to adulthood, he thought he could live in peace with it, but he never expected that he would never be able to accept it sincerely.
The mouths of countless people before him opened and closed, but his entire body suddenly grew cold, and a sharp pain erupted in his temples, as if a needle were stirring inside.
If a normal person had such back pain, they would have already burst into tears.
But Qi Hanmu's face was calm, not like he had suffered such great pain at all. His eyes fell quietly into the void, his eyes were unfocused. The people around him didn't dare to come up and disturb him, and could only sweat secretly.
"Brother," Qi Hanying again cautiously walked to the side, bent down, and wanted to check Qi Hanmu's expression.
"How about we go home?"
"Home".
Qi Hanmu's mouth twitched, then rose sharply, revealing a bitter smile. He didn't have a home anymore.
Just as the sweet and fishy taste was about to emerge from his throat, a girl's figure vaguely flashed before his eyes.
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