lcionline Chapter 164 is about every time I think of you~
Chapter 164 is about every time I think of you~
Cheng Zheng was not asleep; he was drinking with his old classmate Jin Song.
"I've had someone investigate your sister-in-law's matter, but there's no news yet." Jin Song slammed the wine bottle on the table, unscrewed the cap, poured two full glasses, pushed one in front of Cheng Zheng, and continued, "She didn't have many close friends in school, and her relationship with relatives is quite distant, so it's impossible for her to be hiding at a relative's house. The next step is to investigate in Guangzhou. Don't worry, I'll definitely do my best to help you investigate this matter. Come on, have a drink."
Cheng Zheng picked up the cup and took a sip.
The liquor was so spicy it choked his throat, but he didn't even flinch and took a second swig.
"Hey, slow down, this wine is bad for your heart." Jin Song reached out to stop him from drinking. "If you keep drinking like this, you might not find a wife before you get yourself into trouble."
"It's nothing." Cheng Zheng finished his drink in a few gulps and then went to pour more from the bottle.
Several dishes of snacks were laid out in front of him, but he didn't touch a single one. He just kept drinking one cup after another like a maniac, clearly aiming to get drunk.
A drunk to relieve a thousand sorrows.
Jin Song didn't stop him, but sitting opposite him and watching him drink like that, he suddenly felt a little uneasy.
Having known Cheng Zheng for so many years, I've never seen him so reckless. He's always been calm, restrained, and self-disciplined. No matter what happens, he never changes his expression; he deals with what needs to be dealt with and takes action when necessary.
This is the first time I've seen him like this.
Jin Song picked up his glass: "Come on, Zheng, let's have a drink. Tell me, what exactly happened between you and your sister-in-law? Why did she run away?"
After clinking glasses with him, Cheng Zheng tilted his head back and downed the glass in one gulp. Then he slammed the glass down on the table and uttered two words—
"fraud."
"What scammer?" Jin Song paused, his hand still holding the peanuts. "You think your sister-in-law would dare to scam you?"
Cheng Zheng's eyes were red as he stared at the swirling liquid in his glass. His voice was low: "It was all a lie from beginning to end. The name was fake, the identity was fake, everything was fake. A fraud!"
He gritted his teeth, his hand gripping the wine glass so tightly that the veins on the back of his hand bulged.
This really surprised Jin Song.
Who else would dare to deceive this King Yama?
"Ah Zheng, what's going on? I thought you two were dating and getting married normally. How come your sister-in-law is a liar? You're looking for her to get revenge? How much money did she swindle from you? Why don't I just open a case for you and also tell the police in the nearby provinces and cities to arrest her as soon as she shows up?"
"No! No way!" Cheng Zheng seemed to have regained some clarity, shaking his head fiercely. "She didn't cheat me out of money."
They're deceiving your feelings.
He gave her his heart and soul, and even thought of names for their children. But she abandoned him and ran away without saying a word. She just left him like that!
How could she be so heartless!
Lin Shuyao, you heartless woman!
Cheng Zheng picked up his glass and downed it in one gulp. The liquor burned down his throat, into his stomach, making him feel hot all over. But the void in his heart remained cold, impossible to fill.
He couldn't bring himself to hate her; in fact, he felt sorry for her. He missed her terribly. He was going crazy thinking about her.
"Oh dear, sister-in-law, this is really..." Jin Song understood and sighed, "You lied to her, but why did she run away? She was probably too scared, afraid to face you. Actually, it's not surprising that you think that way. Back in school, who in our team wasn't afraid of you? We were all grown men, let alone a woman like you."
Cheng Zheng didn't reply, and downed another glass.
"I went to her house this afternoon," he said, his voice hoarse. "There isn't even a single photo of her alone in her house. In the family photo, she's standing on the very edge, her clothes don't fit, and her shoes are worn out. She can only sleep on the floor at home, on the cold, hard cement floor... She's been like this since she was a child."
Jin Song shook his head, looking sympathetic: "That sister-in-law had a tough time before. She must have had her reasons for lying to you. If you can find her, you two should have a good talk, clear things up, and dispel any misunderstandings."
"But I can't find her." Cheng Zheng leaned back weakly in his chair, looking up at the ceiling. The light made his eyes sting, and a thin mist clouded his vision. His eyes were bloodshot.
"I can't find her. I don't know where to look for her."
Jin Song patted him on the shoulder: "We'll find her. Yuncheng isn't that big, where can she hide?"
"I can't find her. She's deliberately hiding from me, trying to prevent me from finding her." Cheng Zheng closed his eyes, and all he could see was her face—smiling, playful, snuggling in his arms and acting coquettishly, and the pitiful, sallow-faced girl in that photo.
The two appearances combined made his heart ache.
He kept drinking one glass after another.
I wanted to use the alcohol to wash away the images in my mind.
No matter how much he drank, it was all in vain; her image was still constantly imprinted in his mind.
Jin Song couldn't stand it anymore and reached out to press down on his glass: "That's enough, Cheng Zheng, you've almost finished this bottle. This liquor has a high alcohol content and a strong aftereffect."
"Don't stop me." Cheng Zheng pushed his hand away, picked up the cup, and drank it all in one gulp.
Jin Song knew he couldn't persuade him otherwise, so he stopped trying. Maybe it would be better if he got drunk; if he was drunk, he wouldn't have to think about it and wouldn't be in so much pain.
The wind outside was strong, making the window frame rattle.
The two wine bottles in the room slowly emptied, and Cheng Zheng's eyes gradually became unfocused. His movements as he held the glass became sluggish, and the glass slipped from his hand, rolling to the edge of the table.
He bent down to pick it up, and was about to fall to the ground when Jin Song quickly stood up, went around the table, and caught him with lightning speed.
"Brother, that's enough, stop drinking."
Jin Song grabbed his arm, pulled him up from the chair, helped him to the bedside, and laid him down on the bed.
Jin Song had never seen him like this before—his collar was open, his clothes were wrinkled, his eyes were bloodshot, and he reeked of alcohol. He lay on his back with his scarlet eyes wide open, staring straight at the ceiling, and began to mumble something incoherently.
Jin Song couldn't hear clearly, but his voice was low and hoarse, filled with an intense longing that made one's heart ache. It was unimaginable that he could show such a vulnerable expression, as if he were about to break at any moment.
He was even more curious about Lin Shuyao. What kind of woman was she that made even the most formidable military commander suffer from the pain of love?