Phi-Fic Chapter 142: Drunk and Speechless
Chapter 142: Drunk and Speechless
Qin Zhuyu asked Ye Wanqing for wine, not because she wanted to drink alone, but because she wanted to raise a glass with Ye Wanqing and get drunk together.
She knew that she could not drink much, but seeing that Ye Wanqing was in a bad mood, Qin Zhuyu resolutely decided that even if she got drunk, she would still be Ye Wanqing's support at the moment.
In Ye Wanqing's cozy villa, after they had dinner together, Qin Zhuyu poured two glasses of mellow red wine, took Ye Wanqing's hand, and sat on the soft sofa together.
She planned to share her past first as a lead-in to get Ye Wanqing willing to open up.
However, things are unpredictable. When Qin Zhuyu was telling her story, her emotions gradually got out of control and tears fell like beads from a broken string.
She drank glass after glass of red wine, as if she wanted to melt all her grievances and pain into the wine.
Qin Zhuyu had long forgotten her original intention. After two glasses of red wine, her cheeks flushed and her eyes became blurred.
She hugged Ye Wanqing tightly, tears wetting Ye Wanqing's shoulders: "Wanqing, do you know? This is the first time I've loved someone so seriously, but he actually ran off with an old woman for a mere 500,000 yuan... wuwuwu..."
Ye Wanqing gently patted Qin Zhuyu's back and tenderly handed her a tissue: "Zhuyu, don't cry. Five hundred thousand is not a loss to see a person's true face."
"Wow, but I really like him!" Qin Zhuyu cried even more sadly.
"Zhu Yu, don't be sad, you will meet someone who is more worthy of your love." Ye Wanqing comforted softly.
In fact, Qin Zhuyu has always buried this past event deep in her heart.
In college, she kept a low profile and never revealed her family background. She was like an ordinary Beijing girl, dressed simply and mingled with her classmates.
At that time, she fell in love with a boy and thought that they could spend a good time together, but she didn't expect that the boy would betray her for money.
At that moment, she watched the boy take the card handed to him by the old woman, her heart filled with shock and despair.
For many years, this memory haunted her like a nightmare. Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, she would always think of the boy's betrayal.
She didn't dare mention it to anyone for fear of being laughed at, and she couldn't accept that the sincerity she had shown for the first time was trampled upon in this way.
But today, for Ye Wanqing, she finally plucked up the courage to tell this long-buried story.
She originally just wanted to guide Ye Wanqing to talk, but she didn't expect that she would lose control first.
At this moment, Qin Zhuyu's tears were like a flood that broke through the dam, and Ye Wanqing listened patiently and gave her gentle comfort from time to time.
Qin Zhuyu recounted her emotional journey in a halting manner. After three glasses of red wine, she was already drunk and unconscious.
She hugged Ye Wanqing tightly, and said with a dazed look in her eyes: "Wanqing, you are so beautiful, the most beautiful person I have ever seen."
Ye Wanqing was amused by Qin Zhuyu. She gently patted Qin Zhuyu's cheek: "Zhuyu, you are also very beautiful. In my heart, no one can compare to you."
Afterwards, Ye Wanqing half-carried and half-dragged Qin Zhuyu upstairs as if she were taking care of a child, and placed her on the bed in the guest room.
As soon as Qin Zhuyu touched the soft bed, she fell into a deep sleep, muttering to herself, "So comfortable..."
Ye Wanqing smiled helplessly, helped Qin Zhuyu take off her shoes and coat, and covered her with a blanket.
Then, she turned and went downstairs to clean up the mess in the living room. The coffee table and carpet were littered with Qin Zhuyu's used tissues, and Ye Wanqing picked them up one by one.
Finally, Ye Wanqing closed the window and made sure everything was in order before returning to her room to wash up. Before going to bed, she went to the guest room to check on Qin Zhuyu to make sure she was sleeping soundly.
Qin Zhuyu was immersed in her dream. Perhaps because of a slight chill, she curled up in the quilt unconsciously, with only her small head exposed.
Ye Wanqing closed the door of the guest room quietly, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility, and then slowly walked into her bedroom.
It was late at night and the clock quietly pointed to four in the morning. Qin Zhuyu was awakened by a sudden thirst.
She groped her way out of bed in a daze, stepped barefoot on the cold ground, and staggered towards the water dispenser downstairs.
After drinking a glass of water, he still felt it was not enough, so he drank another glass and swallowed it in big gulps, as if he wanted to swallow up all his thirst.
After drinking two glasses of water, Qin Zhuyu's consciousness gradually became clear, but the chill that followed made her shiver.
In the capital city in April, the night wind was still a bit biting. She forgot to put on her coat and only wore a thin nightgown. She stood at the stairs, her nose slightly red from the cold.
She sniffed, turned around and ran back upstairs, but caught a glimpse of a soft halo of light in the darkness.
It was the faint light coming from Ye Wanqing's room, which seemed particularly warm in the quiet night. Qin Zhuyu's heart moved, and she involuntarily walked towards the light.
The door was ajar, and Qin Zhuyu pushed it open gently, afraid to disturb the tranquility. The night light softly illuminated the entire room, but the bed was empty. Qin Zhuyu felt puzzled and began to search the room for Ye Wanqing.
There was no sign of Ye Wanqing in the cloakroom or the bathroom. Finally, her eyes fell on the open balcony, where the curtains swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound.
Qin Zhuyu approached quietly. A strong wind blew, and the curtains were like dancing elves. Through the gap, she saw Ye Wanqing standing on the balcony.
The night was deep and the stars were sparse. Ye Wanqing was wearing a thin nightgown. Her long hair was messy in the wind and her clothes fluttered in the wind, like a sad and beautiful painting.
Qin Zhuyu's heart was deeply touched. She wanted to call Ye Wanqing's name, but was afraid of breaking the peace.
She knew that Ye Wanqing might have her own worries that she needed to face alone. So, she turned around silently and left the room, but a bitter feeling welled up in her heart.
After sobering up, Qin Zhuyu's sleep quality was much worse than before, and she always woke up intermittently.
Before dawn, she got up early and wandered around the room. Hearing a subtle sound coming from downstairs, she walked downstairs curiously and found Ye Wanqing busy in the kitchen, a pot of steaming porridge exuding an enticing aroma.
"Awake so early?" Ye Wanqing looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.
"Wanqing..." Qin Zhuyu hesitated to speak. She didn't know how to ask Ye Wanqing about what happened last night.
Ye Wanqing looked at her with a smile: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Qin Zhuyu shook her head, feeling a mixture of emotions. She noticed Ye Wanqing's tiredness and guessed that she might not have slept all night.
Today is the last day of the holiday. Qin Zhuyu spent a pleasant afternoon with Ye Wanqing and left reluctantly in the evening.
Ye Wanqing wanted to take her home, but Qin Zhuyu declined. She took the small cake that Ye Wanqing made herself and went home.
As night fell, a drizzle suddenly began to fall and the temperature dropped sharply.
Ye Wanqing stood at the door of the villa, holding an umbrella, watching Qin Zhuyu's car go farther and farther away until it disappeared in the rain.
She turned around and went back to the villa. The rose in the wind and rain looked particularly beautiful under the light, yet also a bit tough.
The chill of the rainy night made Ye Wanqing shiver. She put away her umbrella and walked into the villa.
She was alone in the empty villa, and the silence was chilling. Lack of sleep last night had left her feeling lethargic the entire day, but she forced herself to stay awake, not wanting to appear too exhausted.
Rainy nights are best for rest. After taking a shower, Ye Wanqing changed into comfortable pajamas and planned to go to bed early.
However, after turning off the lights, the sound of the wind in the darkness seemed particularly harsh. Various thoughts echoed in her ears, and she could not fall asleep for a long time.
In the end, Ye Wanqing sat up from the bed, looking at the rain outside the window, and an inexplicable chill surged in her heart.