Ling Yunshu chased after him, but Shi Che had already gotten into his car, which sped away from the hospital at a very high speed.
She bit her lower lip and immediately hailed a taxi, instructing the driver to follow Shi Che’s car.
Shi Che’s car was extremely fast, darting through the streets like lightning. The taxi almost lost him several times, causing Ling Yunshu a panic akin to riding a roller coaster, her heart racing and nearly suffocating.
Finally, Shi Che’s car stopped, and Ling Yunshu hurriedly asked the driver to park. She lifted her eyes and looked out the window, finding herself on a famous bar street in Liang City. The night had deepened, the lights were lit, music wove through the air, and crowds surged, filled with excitement.
Why had Shi Che come here?
A flicker of confusion crossed Ling Yunshu’s eyes as she saw Shi Che exit the car and stride towards one of the bars, quickly disappearing from her view.
Without much thought, Ling Yunshu paid the fare, got out of the taxi, and walked into the bar.
Inside, she realized this bar was not as noisy and bustling as others. It was quiet and serene, without deafening music or steamy dances, just a woman standing on stage, singing a low, slightly hoarse, sad English song.
Ling Yunshu scanned the room and soon found Shi Che sitting quietly in a booth, his handsome face shadowed by darkness. She couldn’t see his expression, but she could feel a great sadness enveloping him.
In front of him was a stack of beers. He reached for one, twisted off the cap, and guzzled it down. In no time, he finished one bottle and reached for the next.
He had come to the bar to drown his sorrows.
Even though he had been manipulated by Ling Chuxia and was filled with anger, he did not confront Ling Chuxia. Instead, he suppressed all his fury and sorrow, choosing to drown his sorrows in alcohol.
The restrained and composed Shi Che was not the kind of man to seek solace in drinking, but now, for Ling Chuxia, he was drinking relentlessly.
As Ling Yunshu watched, her heart gradually began to ache, which was soon replaced by resentment and jealousy.
From the past to the present, all of Shi Che’s emotions, whether joy, anger, or sadness, were because of Ling Chuxia. Even his plight was for her.
But in front of her, he was always noble, always graceful, and always just beyond reach, elusive.
But why, when she was better than Chuxia, prettier, smarter, and loved him more, could he only see Ling Chuxia?
Ling Yunshu stared intensely at Shi Che, her eyes slowly welling with tears.
It didn’t matter if Shi Che did not love her, her love for him was enough. She was determined to make everything return to the beginning, she was determined to marry Shi Che and become the Young Madam of the Shi Family!
In a daze, Ling Yunshu saw that Shi Che had already drunk nearly half a stack of beer. When a person is immensely disheartened and sad, it’s particularly easy to have their nerves numbed by alcohol. Although Shi Che usually had a high tolerance for alcohol, tonight he was deliberately getting drunk, letting himself go. Vaguely, he was already tipsy, continuing to drink without care, hoping to collapse drunk, to forget Ling Chuxia, her scheming, and all the hurtful things.