Chapter 58
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Brother Yinan, whom she had relied on ever since she could barely speak, had told her that after he had found someone he liked, her feelings for him had become a secret that she could never reveal.
She would always remember how sad she had been that day. The man she had pursued for so many years had already found someone before she could even confess her love to him.
Song Qingchun's eyes reddened at the thought. She picked up the bottle of red wine that she had been waiting for Qin Yinan to celebrate her birthday. She yanked the cork off the bottle and poured the wine into her glass. Then, she downed the whole thing in one gulp.
Later, the university that she had applied to because of Qin Yinan had become her living hell.
She would run into Qin Yinan courting Tang Nuan at any moment.
She knew Tang Nuan purposely did that to make her feel bad. At the time, she had cried so many times that she had thought she could not stay in that university anymore. Just as she was about to drop out, Qin Yinan had left for the army.
It was a year after Qin Yinan left for the army that she found out he had cut off contact with Tang Nuan. Hope had blossomed in her heart, and she had waited patiently for Qin Yinan to return from the army. However, the nightmare had started to repeat itself …
Song Qingchun downed glass after glass of red wine like water. The more she drank, the sadder her heart became. It was not only because Qin Yinan had stood her up but also because all the connections that she had built up over the past two years had been snatched away by Tang Nuan. Song Cheng, who had bullied her since she was young but would always protect her at the most crucial moment, was dead, and she had signed herself to another man for the sake of Song Empire …
Song Qingchun felt like one glass after another was not enough. She picked up the bottle and started to pour it down her throat. She was in such a hurry that the alcohol choked on her throat. She bent over and started coughing.
It was almost 6 pm, time for dinner. The waiter noticed Song Qingchun still hadn't left, so he pushed the door open again. Seeing this, the waiter hurried forward to pat Song Qingchun's back. Song Qingchun slowly straightened up and pushed the waiter away. She picked up the wine bottle from the table and continued to pour it into her mouth. She shook it twice, but only two drops came out. She turned to the waiter and said with a smile, "Get me another bottle."
Song Qingchun had no idea how many bottles she had ordered; perhaps it was three or four; in any case, she was so drunk that she had lost her sense of direction. She mistook one of the floor lamps in the room for the waitress and kept yelling, "Another bottle!"
The waitress saw how drunk Song Qingchun was and did not dare continue. Instead, she stepped forward to persuade her, "Miss, you're drunk. Do you have a friend who can come and fetch you?"
Song Qingchun had no idea what the waiter was talking about, and she kept repeating it over and over again. "Wine, wine, wine …"
Just as the waitress was at a loss for what to do, Song Qingchun's phone on the table suddenly rang.
Song Qingchun, who was in a drunken stupor, reached for the phone on the table for a long time, but she could not find it. Finally, it was the waitress who shoved the phone into her hands.
Song Qingchun stared at her phone for a long time before she recognized it to be an alarm. Then she mumbled to the waiter, "It's almost 7 pm, it's time for me to go to hell …"
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