Shi Che was woken by bouts of headaches. He opened his eyes and subconsciously scanned his surroundings. Before he could make out where he was, the dull pain in his head made him involuntarily close his eyes again, his brows furrowing deeply.
Footsteps suddenly sounded, getting closer and closer, stopping in front of him. Then, a lazy, deep voice spoke, tinged with a hint of teasing, "Young Master Shi, do you still remember where you are?"
Hearing this voice, Shi Che’s consciousness slowly returned. He kept his eyes closed for quite a while and when he opened them again, the confusion had disappeared from his eyes, leaving only his usual profoundness.
Shen Qian observed the change in Shi Che’s expression. In just a few seconds, he had regained his calm composure and inscrutable air, making Shen Qian purse his lips. "How boring. I wanted to see more of our Young Master Shi drowning his sorrows over love!"
As if he hadn’t heard him, Shi Che threw off the covers and got up, his long legs carrying him toward the bathroom.
Watching Shi Che’s icy back, Shen Qian clicked his tongue twice, then sighed lightly.
These past days, Shi Che had been coming to drink with him almost every day. Initially, Shen Qian didn’t know what had happened, and asking Shi Che was futile, but he could tell that Shi Che was in a terrible, gloomy mood.
As a brother, he naturally had to keep him company to the end, but drowning sorrows in drink every day wasn’t a solution. His only option was to pry information out of Shi Che when he was drunk.
Though he hadn’t extracted much, he could guess the gist through a combination of guessing and deducing.
He had always thought that Shi Che and Ling Chuxia were a loving couple, childhood sweethearts who naturally got married when they grew up and led a sweet life afterward.
His friend had always been rather indifferent and extremely aloof, maintaining a distance from everyone and rarely letting anyone into his heart.
Only Ling Chuxia had easily stolen his heart.
Actually, Shen Qian sometimes didn’t understand why. Anyone would think Ling Yunshu was better—beautiful, elegant, noble, and gentle. Even he had been captivated by Ling Yunshu for a good while.
But love was elusive and intangible; who loves whom isn’t something one can decide.
The only thing he could do was to give his brother a push so he wouldn’t drown himself in alcohol every day. Besides, it wasn’t ideal for him either since it had been several nights since he had time to see his gorgeous and hot fiancée, Little Xinxin.
Shi Che came out of the bathroom refreshed, no longer showing his earlier dejected state, but his features were too cold, emitting a depressive chill that was almost eerie.
Shen Qian glanced at Shi Che, then pinched a red invitation card and placed it on the table.
Shi Che gave it a brief look, not speaking, and slowly began fastening his cufflinks.
Shen Qian didn’t expect him to speak. He watched him, tapping his fingers lightly on the table and spoke lazily, "It’s my birthday in a few days, you remember, right? My grandmother insists on throwing a big party. Bring Xiaxia along."
After Shen Qian finished speaking, a quick flash of light passed through Shi Che’s eyes, but it disappeared in an instant. He just fastened his cufflinks and then started tying his tie, as if he hadn’t heard anything.
Seeing this, Shen Qian sighed inwardly. He had already provided an opportunity to make amends; whether Shi Che wanted to take it was up to him.