Chapter 57: Chapter 57 Sheng Shaochen, Stop Deceiving Yourself
An Zhe nudged Sun Nanjue with his elbow, “If you don’t say anything, no one will treat you as mute. Ah Chen, did you call us here because there’s something important?”
“It’s important, it has always been important.” Sheng Shaochen turned the empty wine glass in front of him expressionlessly.
Through the glass, he looked ahead.
All the light, under the refraction of the glass, became distorted.
Wherever his gaze reached, objects also lost their authenticity.
It was as if everything in this world, behind myriad barriers, became increasingly elusive.
“21 years have passed, and still, there is no news,” Sheng Shaochen said as he continually poured red liquid into his wine glass.
An Zhe and Sun Nanjue suddenly fell silent, each filling their wine glasses.
21 years ago, Sheng Shaochen was 7 years old. That year, a great calamity had befallen the Sheng Family.
Sheng Shaochen and his brother, who was only 4 years old at the time, were separated in a man-made accident.
That same year, the Sheng Family used all their connections to suppress the news, and, from the lives of the people of Jin City, erased Sheng Shaochen’s younger brother.
From then on, in the eyes of Jin City people, there was only one heir in the Sheng Family, and no one dared to mention Sheng Shaochen’s lost younger brother ever again.
“Ah Chen, the private investigators have been looking into it constantly. It’s just that the person controlling all this behind the scenes is too mysterious, so…” An Zhe paused, not continuing further.
The three men understood each other without needing to say more.
They lifted their glasses and drank together.
“Keep searching!” he refused to believe that a living person could just disappear from this world unless…
Sheng Shaochen didn’t want to think further, tilting his head back to gulp down the wine in his glass.
The crimson liquid stained his thin lips; under the light, he looked like a bloodthirsty beast.
The blue in his eyes was dazzling.
“An Zhe, what is Ye Zifeng doing now?” Sheng Shaochen suddenly looked up at An Zhe.
That impulsive young man, Ye Zifeng, would sooner or later cause bigger problems for Ye Shu.
“Studying for a master’s in management.”
“Send him abroad for further studies,” Sheng Shaochen’s voice, hoarse, echoed solemnly.
“Wow, seems Ye Shu really suits our Ah Chen’s taste,” Sun Nanjue, brimming with excitement, lifted his glass to Sheng Shaochen’s face, elbow resting on his shoulder, clinking their glasses together, “Since that’s the case, shouldn’t you let go of that woman now?”
Silence fell, dead silence, the temperature seemingly dropping several degrees.
An Zhe wanted to stop Sun Nanjue’s reckless mouth, but it was too late.
“If you can’t speak out, I will! Love has never been sustained by sympathy and pity, it’s unfair to you and to that woman.”
“Enough!” Sheng Shaochen’s face was cold as he forcefully slammed the wine glass down onto the table.
“Ah Chen, I’m speaking the truth. One day, you’ll understand. If you really have feelings for that woman, how is it she can’t cure your gynophobia? Stop deceiving yourself, let yourself go, Ah Chen! Have a proper relationship with Ye Shu and try it out; you’ll find that life has much more beauty waiting for you.”
“Nan Jue, you’re drunk; let me help you go back to rest.” An Zhe, clearly sensing Sheng Shaochen’s rising aura of anger, forcefully dragged Sun Nanjue out.
The dim lights revolved, sweeping over Sheng Shaochen’s dark face, which bore an indescribable appearance of chill.
His well-defined fingers firmly gripped the stem of the wine glass, pouring the dazzling red liquid into his mouth glass by glass.
The burning sensation of the alcohol scorching his throat only intensified the turmoil and heat in his heart.
He swept all the glasses from the table onto the floor.
His mobile phone rang, a familiar name flickering on the screen.
For the first time, Sheng Shaochen hung up.