Dear Mr. Shi
Chapter 974 - 974 Extra Tang Fei VS Han Qianqian 1
Chapter 974: Extra: Tang Fei VS Han Qianqian 1 Chapter 974: Extra: Tang Fei VS Han Qianqian 1 Han Qianqian was as drunk as a heap of sludge, her body soft on the sofa.
She was still singing, “Later, I finally learned how to love. Sadly, you had already left, vanished in the crowd. Later, I finally understood through tears that some people, once missed, never return. How do you remember me, with a smile or in silence? Gleditsia flowers, white petals, falling on my blue pleated skirt. ‘I love you!’ you whispered. I bowed my head and smelled a fragrance. That eternal night, seventeen-year-old midsummer, the night you kissed me, made me recall, whenever I sigh, the stars of that day. Why was love so simple back then? And why must young people always hurt the ones they deeply love? In a night similar to this, are you also quietly feeling regret and sorrow…”
This song was actually about her feelings for Shi Annuo.
Thus, as she sang, tears uncontrollably fell.
Sitting quietly on another sofa, Tang Fei looked at her with a slightly cold and somewhat peculiar gaze.
Today, he and Han Qianqian had attended a wedding together, where she seemed to be deliberately displaying an exaggerated happiness.
Although he hadn’t known this girl, who suddenly barged into his life, for long, and didn’t understand her well enough, he could sense the sadness in her eyes behind her radiant smile at the wedding.
At first, he assumed she must have had some entanglement with the groom.
But he noticed that when she looked at the groom, there were no feelings of a romantic nature.
Tang Fei was puzzled; he didn’t understand what happened to this “willful and unreasonable” girl, but he could feel that she had experienced heartbreak, that she was deeply in love with that man, which was why she brought home two bottles of wine from the wedding.
Johnnie Walker, a Scotch whisky with nearly two hundred years of history, the epitome of Scottish whisky.
Such liquor is rare in China!
Tang Fei knew that she and her friends were not ordinary people; they probably belonged to a different world than his. At the moment, he only hoped that after getting profoundly drunk today, she would return to her former life and restore his life to its previous state.
But clearly, Han Qianqian didn’t want to drink alone.
She poured a glass for Tang Fei as well, “Come on, have a drink with me.”
Tang Fei sat still, his handsome and refined face, clean and elegant like uncut jade, showed a slight trace of disdain, “No need!”
Of course, it wasn’t Han Qianqian he disdained, but the alcohol. He was a gentleman, who believed that attractions such as alcohol and sex, impulses associated with wealth and anger, competitiveness, and the urge to fight and contend with others could easily incite fury and rashness.
And all of these were precisely the things he detested, for he loved peace and aspired for a pure heart.
Han Qianqian burped, her smiling eyes curving, “This is a special purchase from abroad by my brother (Shi Yuhuan) for his wedding. It’s quite hard to come by, are you sure you won’t have a taste?”
Tang Fei still refused, “Thanks, but no need!”
“Tang Fei, I’m not trying to criticize you but, you’re really too…” Han Qianqian said as she pushed herself up, seemingly trying to stand, but her legs went weak, and she plunged straight forward.
In front of her was a coffee table, and a fall would have meant serious injury, but fortunately, Tang Fei’s quick reflexes caught her around the waist.
He admonished her sternly, “What do you look like, a woman getting so drunk? Don’t drink anymore!”
Han Qianqian giggled foolishly at him, “Tang Guren, that’s how women who drink look, don’t you know? Don’t be so tense, just because I call you ‘ancient’, it doesn’t mean you live in ancient times…”