She spoke without any confidence, and tears kept welling up in her eyes.
Just as she was about to fall, Chen Wenzhi helped her up and went to carry Meng Beiyan himself. The weather wasn't hot, and the cold wind was even a bit bone-chilling.
A thin layer of sweat appeared on Chen Wenzhi's body.
Meng Beiyan's arm was flushed and covered with red spots. Ying Qian turned to the bartender and said resentfully, "Don't you know he's allergic to alcohol? Drinking too much will be fatal!"
"Don't cry, little sister." The bartender acted as if it was none of his business. "You can't blame me for this. He wanted to drink it himself. He's had a few drinks lately for business dinners. It's nothing serious if he only drank a little."
"..."
"Having a friend like you... is really unlucky!" she complained.
Before the bartender could speak, she slammed the door and left.
The bartender leaned against the wall, a smile of interest gradually appearing on his face.
Meng Beiyan's sister and brother-in-law are quite interesting...
*
It's easy to get a taxi in the city center at night.
Ying Qian had originally intended to take care of Meng Beiyan, but Chen Wenzhi pushed her to the passenger seat, saying, "If he throws up all over you later, let's see how you handle it!"
"and you……"
"It's okay, we're...good brothers!" Chen Wenzhi didn't know why he suddenly started calling someone six or seven years older than him his brother, and didn't have time to explain.
The driver started urging, "Hurry up!"
"Okay, okay!" Ying Qian replied as she got into the car, while glancing worriedly at Meng Beiyan, who was speaking indistinctly in the back seat.
Ying Qian couldn't hear what he was saying, nor did she want to.
She thought that after the college entrance examination, she would find a part-time job to pay back some money to Meng Beiyan and try to make herself feel more at peace, even though she knew that she owed him money and could not pay it back in a short time.
What was originally a good brother-sister relationship was disrupted when Tang Ya-wen suddenly interfered, throwing everything into chaos.
Perhaps, Ying Qian sighed, thinking that fate had its own plans.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but think of my mother who is far away abroad, and my heart ached.
She chose to mute Meng Beiyan's voice.
Chen Wenzhi was not deaf, nor could he pretend to be deaf and dumb; he heard it perfectly clearly.
Meng Beiyan ignored Ying Qian's name being called and didn't hear "I'm sorry."
A few tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and Chen Wenzhi's breath hitched. Meng Beiyan was clearly not like this at dinner; he was always arrogant and unwilling to give Ying Qian away to others.
Chen Wenzhi was not weak-willed either. He insisted that Meng Beiyan and Ying Qian were nominally siblings, and that no matter what, they should not be mixed up. Moreover, he did not think Ying Qian could be happy in that family.
She should have been an eagle soaring freely in the vast blue sky over the grasslands.
Now, however, he is trapped, trapped in his childhood experiences, trapped in Meng Beiyan's ethereal love.
No!
That was absolutely wrong!
Chen Wenzhi's eyes reddened as he spoke, and his usually indifferent expression suddenly turned into a mocking one. He looked down on Meng Beiyan, especially when Tang Yawen repeatedly caused trouble for Ying Qian.
Meng Beiyan fell silent for a moment, at a disadvantage. He seemed to realize his mistake, but in the end he could not break with his family for Ying Qian's sake, and ultimately could not overcome blood ties.
Now, Chen Wenzhi never expected that he would be so spineless, going out to drown his sorrows and even calling Ying Qian. He really doesn't know how dangerous it is for a girl to go out alone late at night.
“Selfish…” he sneered.
No matter how uncomfortable Meng Beiyan was beside him, he didn't care.
When they arrived at their destination, Ying Qian had fallen asleep.
The driver gently woke her up. She got off the bus but lost her balance and fell to her knees. Her knees were scraped raw, and blood seeped from the wounds. The excruciating pain returned, but because of the low night temperature, her whole body was frozen, so she didn't feel any pain when she got up.
The platform automatically deducted the fee.
Chen Wenzhi, who was walking ahead, heard the sound and knew that Ying Qian had fallen.
Blown by the cold wind, Meng Beiyan regained some of his senses and leaned against the wall, gazing at the scene before him.
Chen Wenzhi hurriedly ran towards the girl who was struggling to get up in the wind. He hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to meld her into his body, and blocked the wind from his body as well.
Ying Qian was already freezing because she was wearing very little clothing, but when she was suddenly pulled into someone's arms, her whole body warmed up instantly, and the pain in her knees became even more pronounced.
"Are you cold?" Chen Wenzhi picked her up in his arms, then noticed the wound and became furious. "Let's go home."
"Ying Qian..." A faint voice came from behind.
After Meng Beiyan called her name, he couldn't stand up anymore. He squatted by the wall, his face covered in tears, and his eyes were still red. It was hard to tell whether it was from alcoholism or grief.
"..."
Both remained indifferent.
Chen Wenzhi noticed the person in his arms tremble, closed his eyes, and asked, "Should we send him back?"
"Mmm," she replied.
There was no other way but to send Meng Beiyan home.
Ying Qian had her own key, so she opened the door, and Chen Wenzhi pushed her inside.
Ying Qian didn't care that the blood had already stained her socks down her knees, and went to the kitchen to make a hangover soup. She was familiar with this. Her father liked to drink and would always get completely drunk. Her mother didn't care, so she could only learn to make hangover soup.
The noise from the range hood in the kitchen is really annoying.
Chen Wenzhi patiently fed Meng Beiyan the hangover soup.
Ying Qian glanced at the room where she used to live. Although she had left, the decorations were still the same. There were new mattresses and matching quilts, as if they were waiting for the owner to return.
She smiled, saw that the hangover soup was almost gone, and patted Chen Wenzhi on the shoulder. "Let's go home."
Her smile was brighter than the moon in the sky.
"Hmm." Chen Wenzhi didn't look at Meng Beiyan again, turned around and took Ying Qian's cold hand, rubbing it a few times. "Wearing shorts in this cold weather, what if you get sick?"
"I'm not that weak!"
"some--"
"My knee hurts so much! That fall felt like it knocked my soul out of my body."
"You deserve it!" Chen Wenzhi said, then added contradictorily, "I'll go back and get you some medicine to apply."
"Okay, but I'm afraid I can't walk anymore—I'm exhausted!"
"I'll hug you."
"Hehe, that's exactly what I've been waiting for you to say."
The door slammed shut, and their voices faded into the distance until they could no longer be heard.
This time, Meng Beiyan was completely sober, and crystal tears streamed down his face.
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