After one night of indulgence, the abstinent tycoon kissed her every night with his hand on her hip.

"It's alright, Jiang Zhi."

Life will go on, and you promised your mother you would live a good life...

Jiang Zhi muttered to herself, but tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.

She wasn't a wooden person; she wasn't indifferent to Ling Jingyuan's kindness. Her heart had already begun to waver slightly without her realizing it.

But now she has forcefully plucked out that loose seed of hope.

A wave of aching pain surged from the bottom of her heart. Jiang Zhi calmly returned to her bedroom, lay quietly on the bed, and turned off all the lights.

In the darkness, Jiang Zhi curled up on the large bed like a wounded little hedgehog.

It's okay, her world has always been just her own. She can sleep it off, and tomorrow will be a new day.

Jiang Zhi told herself this, and then drifted off to sleep, not knowing how long it took.

the other side.

Ling Jingyuan sat in his car with a gloomy expression. He took out his phone and sent a message to the three-person group chat. After sending the message, he irritably threw his phone aside and quickly drove away.

Fu Libai raised an eyebrow slightly as he looked at the message Ling Jingyuan sent in the three-person group chat. Had the missing person finally returned?

Wasn't he trying to win the heart of the beautiful designer? Did he succeed?

Thinking of this, he slightly curled his lips, took out his phone, and quickly replied.

[Fu Libai: I'm at the club, waiting for you.]

After replying to the message, Fu Libai leaned back lazily on the sofa. As he thought of something, his eyes darkened slightly.

Ever since that woman, Shen Yutong, kissed him, she's seemed to have disappeared, constantly avoiding him. She doesn't reply to his messages or calls.

I went to her house to look for her, but she wasn't home anymore.

Fu Libai was somewhat frustrated. His first kiss had been lost so inexplicably, and the woman hadn't offered any explanation before hiding away. What did that mean?

Fu Libai felt somewhat irritated and annoyed. He picked up the wine on the table and took a large gulp in silence.

As Zhou Siye left the company, he walked towards the parking lot while replying to messages. His face was cold and stern, with a hint of fatigue.

[Zhou Siye: I just left the company, I'm heading over now.]

After sending the message, Zhou Siye couldn't help but open Lin Li's WeChat Moments, only to find that he couldn't see anything.

This woman has been on vacation for so long, why hasn't she come back yet? Is she having too much fun to remember home?

Even though they ended their romantic relationship, she was still his secretary. Had she forgotten that?

Zhou Siye opened Lin Li's chat box wanting to write something, but in the end he exited. Feeling suffocated, he threw his phone aside, started his car, and headed straight for the club.

Half an hour later.

Ling Jingyuan, looking gloomy, pushed open the door and walked in. He went straight to the shadows and sat down on the sofa. As soon as he sat down, he picked up the wine on the table and took a big gulp.

Fu Libai frowned slightly upon seeing this. He carefully glanced at Ling Jingyuan and couldn't help but speak in a deep voice.

"What's wrong? What's going on?"

Ling Jingyuan remained silent upon hearing this, but instead lowered his head and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp. His dark, deep eyes were filled with coldness.

"Bring up all the good wines you've hidden away."

After saying that, Ling Jingyuan picked up the wine bottle and poured himself another glass. Fu Libai noticed something was wrong and called someone to get his wine. Then he glanced at Ling Jingyuan, who was drinking alone with a cold face.

"Tell me, what happened this time?"

"Did you get angry with your beautiful designer? Did you have a fight?"

Upon hearing this, Ling Jingyuan's eyes, hidden in the shadows, darkened slightly, and his hand holding the glass tightened involuntarily.

Ling Jingyuan lowered his head and drank the wine in his hand in one gulp. Then he poured himself another glass and was about to drink it again when Fu Libai saw this and frowned. This is not how you drink wine.

"Jingyuan, stop! That's not how you drink alcohol."

Upon hearing this, Ling Jingyuan smiled self-deprecatingly and downed the wine in his glass in one gulp.

Seeing that he was going to pour more wine, Fu Libai got up and snatched the wine away from him.

"Jingyuan, that's enough! What's wrong with you? Are you trying to drink yourself to death?"

Ling Jingyuan's eyes were dark and his face was dejected. He slumped weakly on the sofa and closed his eyes slightly. "Li Bai said that to her I was just a tool."

"It's a tool she uses to forget others!"

Fu Libai was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, but then instantly understood what Ling Jingyuan meant.

Jiang Zhi said his good brother was a tool? Or a tool to forget other men?

Fu Libai was utterly shocked; this was truly surreal!

"Heh, tools!"

"So that woman never liked me at all; I was just a tool in her eyes!"

"Tools, tools..."

Fu Libai was also shocked by this situation. How could Ling Jingyuan, the head of a top wealthy family in Beijing with an incalculable net worth, be dumped by a woman?

This is so unbelievable, no one would believe it if I told them.

Taking advantage of Fu Libai's inattention, Ling Jingyuan snatched the wine bottle from his hand, poured himself another glass, and downed it in one gulp.

Seeing this, Fu Libai sighed and thought to himself, "If he keeps drinking like this, it's going to get out of hand." Just as he was about to snatch the wine away, the door was pushed open again.

Zhou Siye walked in, dressed in a bespoke black suit, exuding an air of aloofness.

Upon seeing Zhou Siye arrive, Fu Libai rushed over as if he had seen a savior, saying, "Siye, you've finally arrived! Hurry up and come over to persuade this young master. If he keeps drinking like this, my shop's fine wine is going to be ruined."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Siye chuckled softly, loosened his tie, and sat down on the sofa next to Ling Jingyuan.

"Come on, your shop has plenty of good wine, we can only drink a few bottles."

After saying that, he poured himself a glass of good wine and lowered his head to drink. Ling Jingyuan chuckled softly at the sight, clinked glasses with him, and the two began to drink together.

Fu Libai rolled his eyes helplessly as he watched the two of them drink like it was water. Good wine is meant to be savored, not churned down like water.

Zhou Siye drank two glasses before he noticed that Ling Jingyuan was acting strangely, as the man seemed to be trying to get him drunk.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but glance at Fu Libai and ask what was going on.

Fu Libai glanced at Zhou Siye and then said in a low voice, "He's heartbroken. He got dumped."

Zhou Siye was slightly taken aback upon hearing this. Ling Jingyuan had just broken up with his girlfriend?

As far as he remembered, the designer had never acknowledged him as her boyfriend, right? The relationship wasn't even official, so how could he be heartbroken?

Seeing Ling Jingyuan chugging glass after glass, Zhou Siye finally snatched the glass from him.

"Jingyuan, that's enough, stop drinking. You'll get drunk if you drink any more."

Ling Jingyuan was already on the verge of getting drunk. His eyes were glazed over, and he looked at Gu Siye with a hint of sadness.

"Shino, have you ever liked someone?"

"Do you know how badly I'm feeling right now? Don't worry about me, I'm not drunk, I can still drink."

Zhou Siye paused slightly upon hearing this. "Like someone? What does 'like' mean?"

What does it feel like to like someone?

"Jiang Zhi, you have no heart..."

Before Zhou Siye could think any further, Ling Jingyuan grabbed another glass of wine, poured himself a drink, and downed it in one gulp.

"Jiang Zhi, you have no heart..."

He kept repeating this phrase until he finally collapsed on the sofa, unconscious.

Fu Libai and Zhou Siye exchanged a glance, both with deep helplessness in their eyes.

Sure enough, once you get involved with emotions, even the most capable person will suffer.

Ling Jingyuan is no exception.