Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 2076: Chapter 2075: I’ll Drink With You

Time passes in a hurry.

Zhang Minghui is busy studying from Monday to Friday, and on weekends he follows Ziyi everywhere to earn money. Perhaps it’s because he has good luck, but wherever he goes, he seems to make money.

Thus, Zhang Minghui admires Ziyi to no end.

He says that Ziyi is his lucky star, and every time he makes more money than the last.

After an autumn rain, G City ushered in winter early.

That evening, as Jing Xiaocha was leaving the company, Jin Zheyu invited her to dinner. His reason was simple, “Xiaocha, in a few days, I’m going to get engaged to Zheng Shirui. I won’t have the chance to invite you to dinner again, so please have lunch with me today.”

Not seeing each other for many days, Jin Zheyu seemed to have become quite haggard.

Someone who always cared about his image, his chin was covered in a layer of stubble.

Listening to him speak to her in that pleading tone.

Thinking about the rumors she had heard today at the company, Jing Xiaocha softly nodded, “Senior, you have always taken care of me, so tonight I will treat you to dinner. I wish you and Miss Zheng happiness.”

Jin Zheyu’s appearance made it impossible for Jing Xiaocha to see even a hint of his happiness, and the last two words, she couldn’t help but hesitate.

Jin Zheyu’s mouth curved into a bitter smile, “Xiaocha, Zheng Shirui and I won’t be happy; this is just a marriage of convenience.”

His father was forcing him to get engaged to Zheng Shirui.

“…”

Jing Xiaocha opened her mouth but found she had nothing to say.

“Let’s go.”

Jin Zheyu pointed in the direction of the parking lot to Jing Xiaocha and walked ahead.

The restaurant was chosen by Jin Zheyu, an elegantly decorated Western restaurant.

He said he hadn’t eaten Western food in a long time and wanted to have some with Jing Xiaocha.

To reminisce about those days spent abroad together.

“Xiaocha, you know? If possible, I’d rather have been born into a poor family than live in a family like this, where I can’t even make decisions about my own marriage.”

Jin Zheyu’s brow was full of pain.

Jing Xiaocha smiled faintly and said warmly, “Senior, life is never perfect. Maybe you feel that freedom is the most important now, but if you were truly impoverished, you wouldn’t have the freedom to choose either.”

As people often say, life is more than just survival; it also includes poetry and distant places.

If you can’t even solve your most basic needs, struggling on the poverty line, how can you chase freedom and dreams on an empty stomach?

It can only be said that life is difficult, whether rich or poor, and they each have their own troubles.

Jin Zheyu looked at Jing Xiaocha with a bitter smile.

This was the girl he had liked for years; he always thought that one day he could win her over and possibly be happy together.

But now, he realized that all of this was just a dream.

“Waiter, bring a bottle of white wine.”

With endless bitterness in his heart with nowhere to pour out, Jin Zheyu suddenly wanted to get drunk.

“Senior, you’re driving; you can’t drink.”

“It’s okay. If you don’t drink, you can drive me back later.”

“But…”

Jing Xiaocha wanted to say something, but Jin Zheyu interrupted her, “Xiaocha, let me drink this time, just this once, to put an end to my years of feelings for you. I don’t want you to drink with me; I’ll drink by myself.”

Something inexplicably sour rose in Jing Xiaocha’s heart.

Jin Zheyu’s cautiousness and uncontrollable feelings towards her were similar to the ones he had for Wen Jin, ones that even he couldn’t control.

She thought of the news she had heard yesterday, that Brother Wen was going to see Ou Yihan’s parents this week, which was essentially meeting the parents.

Once they met the parents, the wedding wouldn’t be far off.

Suddenly, a wave of bitterness surged within her, overwhelming her.

As if trying to drown her whole being.

“Senior, I will drink with you. No matter who you marry, I sincerely hope you will be happy.”

When the waiter opened the wine and poured a glass for Jin Zheyu, Jing Xiaocha reached out and took it.

Jin Zheyu’s hand reached halfway, seeing the glass taken by Jing Xiaocha a second earlier, a trace of surprise flashed across his handsome face. As he gathered his thoughts and tried to take the glass back, he was a step too slow.

“Xiaocha, you can’t drink; this is white wine.”

“Cough, cough…”

Jing Xiaocha took a quick and fierce gulp. The high-alcohol liquid burned her throat as if a fire had been ignited.

She couldn’t stop from coughing.

“Xiaocha, are you okay?”

Jin Zheyu stood up too quickly and knocked over the chair behind him. He took two steps over to Jing Xiaocha, patting her back while handing her water.

“I’m fine… cough… Senior, didn’t you want to drink? I’ll drink with you.”

Jing Xiaocha wasn’t good at drinking; she could only handle two beers usually and had never had white wine.

Saying this, she leaned over and took the second glass into her stomach, too quick for Jin Zheyu to stop.

After those two drinks, her cheeks flushed instantly.

Jin Zheyu furrowed his brows in frustration and said in a deep voice, “Xiaocha, I’m not drinking anymore, and you’re not allowed to either.”

Jing Xiaocha looked at Jin Zheyu with a cheerful smile, yet her smile made him feel an unspeakable heartache. “Senior, aren’t you feeling down? I’ll drink with you.”

“I’m not drinking anymore.”

Jing Xiaocha insisted, “No, you must. I’ve watched others drink away their sorrows, and I don’t know if getting drunk really relieves pain. After these two glasses, it indeed feels quite good. You like me, but I can’t return your feelings equally.”

She placed the glass on the table and asked the waiter to pour more for her.

The alcohol effect came on especially fast, and soon her head began to spin, “Because my heart already belongs to someone else, Senior, we share the same pain. So, all I can do is accompany you in your drunkenness, accompany you in your sorrow.”

As she spoke, Jing Xiaocha’s nose began to tingle, and something crossed over it, filling her eyes.

“Xiaocha, are you drunk?”

Jin Zheyu looked at Jing Xiaocha’s completely flushed face, her gradually dazed eyes, and that exceedingly heartbreaking bitter smile.

His heart twisted painfully.

Jing Xiaocha was still smiling, her smile so desolate and melancholic, “How could I be drunk? I’m not. I just feel good after drinking, pour another.”

“No more. I’ll take you home first.”

Jin Zheyu shook his head, removed the glass, and moved the water cup a bit aside so Xiaocha couldn’t reach it.

He took out his wallet to pay the bill, helped Jing Xiaocha up.

Those two glasses she had just downed in one go; a girl who couldn’t hold her alcohol drinking white wine like this, it would have been strange if she weren’t drunk.

Inside, Jin Zheyu cursed Wen Jin harshly, thinking he wasn’t worth Xiaocha’s devotion.

His words were gentle, advising, “Xiaocha, walk slowly, be careful not to fall.”

Jing Xiaocha only felt heavy-headed, her limbs completely beyond her control, forced to rely on Jin Zheyu.