Noble Marriage
Chapter 692: Becoming a Drunkard

Chapter 692: Chapter 692: Becoming a Drunkard

The ticket saleswoman looked up at her and thought that this middle-aged woman was very beautiful.

Though there were obvious wrinkles on her face, when she smiled, her eyes were so bright that they added a few strokes of color to her entire being.

"Mu Sirong?"

"Yes, my name is Mu Sirong," the middle-aged woman replied with a smile.

After making a note, the ticket saleswoman said without looking up, "There is a flight to H City at two o’clock, costing a total of two thousand four hundred and eighty yuan..."

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Rong Shaoze did not send anyone to look for Lin Xinlan.

He didn’t know why, but this time, he hadn’t thought about using his power to find her, nor had he considered forcibly keeping her by his side.

Because he knew that her heart was no longer with him, and no matter what he did, it wouldn’t change anything, it might even backfire.

Besides, he loved her so much that he couldn’t bear to see her in pain or sadness.

If she felt that leaving him would make her life better, then let her go...

As long as she really could live a better life.

Xiaocong also knew that his mother had left. He cried and searched for her at home for three days, but in the end, he had to accept the fact that his mother really didn’t want him anymore...

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A month had already passed.

This period of time wasn’t particularly long, but wasn’t short, either.

Yet for some people, it felt like a century, every day, every second, filled with pain.

Even to the point that it completely changed a person, making them unrecognizable from who they once were.

In a private room at Meiye Bar, Rong Shaoze leaned against the sofa in dereliction, holding a bottle as if he hadn’t had water for days, continuously pouring alcohol into his mouth.

Tao Hua couldn’t stand to watch anymore and stepped forward to snatch away the bottle, helplessly saying, "Stop drinking, or you’ll die of alcohol poisoning."

Rong Shaoze squinted at him with a faint, mocking smile.

His smile was cold, barely lifting the corners of his mouth, while his eyes were like thousand-year-old ice, cold and hard, without a single ripple.

Propping himself up, he grabbed another bottle from the table and took a big gulp.

"You really have a death wish, don’t you," Tao Hua said as he took the bottle away again.

Rong Shaoze leaned heavily on the sofa, no longer reaching for the bottle.

His shirt was somewhat disheveled, and his body reeked of alcohol, but his eyes were clear, and his speech was coherent.

"Do you know the ultimate realm of a drunkard? It’s drinking every day, at all times, with nothing but alcohol on their minds. And my greatest ambition is to become a drunkard!"

Tao Hua understood what he meant.

He wanted to numb his nerves with alcohol, to forget Lin Xinlan, to forget the pain, so he wouldn’t feel like dying from the agony.

Tao Hua glanced at him and said dismissively, "What you’re saying is nonsense. In a drunkard’s heart, besides drinking, there’s eating, sleeping, dressing, going to the bathroom, walking, talking, so many things. It’s not just about alcohol... And by just drinking, you wouldn’t last a day before you’d die of alcohol poisoning. I’m a medical student, I know much more than you do."

Rong Shaoze laughed out loud, not bothering to argue with him.

But the more he laughed, the louder it got, almost as if he couldn’t stop.

Watching him, Tao Hua felt a profound sense of guilt.

He was partly to blame for his current state...

Finally, Rong Shaoze had his fill of laughter.

He stopped, put his hand on Tao Hua’s shoulder, and stared at him, asking, "I’m very curious about something."