Duan Ziheng ignored his daughter’s wailing and called Duan Zihui to the second floor.
Once there, Duan Zihui went to rummage through Duan Ziheng’s wine cabinet.
Duan Ziheng didn’t drink much at home; the wine in his cabinet was reserved for entertaining guests.
Seeing Duan Zihui take his wine as soon as he arrived, Duan Ziheng, who was usually good-tempered and gentle, couldn’t help but laugh and scold, “Why did you take my wine as soon as you came in?”
Duan Zihui was in a bad mood. He took the wine and sat on the sofa. He opened the bottle and said lazily, “You talk, I’m listening.”
Duan Ziheng knew that he was in a bad mood when he saw him like this, but he wasn’t one to comfort people. He just glanced at him and got down to business.
“Old Mr. Chen is seriously ill again, and it looks like he’ll be gone soon. We need to make plans soon.”
Duan Zihui tilted his head back and gulped the spicy wine down his throat. The wine fell onto his collar and seeped into his clothes.
With a somewhat lazy attitude, he said, “Now that Old Mr. Chen is gone, the Chen family will have to turn to Xu Yi. He’s an unconventional person. The Chen family wants to control him and use him as a puppet, but Xu Yi has long wanted to destroy the Chen family.”
Duan Ziheng: “…”
He sighed: “You know him better, so let’s just wait and see. Going forward, reduce any cooperation with the Chen family.”
Duan Zihui was in no mood to dwell on these things that hadn’t happened. Duan Ziheng would worry about them more than him anyway: “Whatever.”
“Zihui seems unhappy today?”
Duan Ziheng’s wife, Jiang Yingyu, arrived at this moment, bringing milk and fruit. Seeing Duan Ziheng drinking again, with half a bottle already empty, she couldn’t help but frown.
She said in a somewhat fierce tone, “You’re still drinking? That year, you almost sent yourself to see the King of Hell.”
When she put down the plate, she scolded her husband again: “Why don’t you take care of him?”
Duan Ziheng felt a little innocent at being scolded by his wife.
His cousin was in a bad mood, and he didn’t know how to comfort him, so he could only indulge him. As businessmen, they couldn’t avoid socializing at the wine table. After each one, the amount of alcohol consumed was not just one or two bottles.
This was just a mere drop.
Besides, that incident happened so many years ago.
But he still said obediently: “My dear wife, next time he comes over, I won’t let him drink.”
He even pretended to scold Duan Zihui: “Zihui, stop drinking.”
Duan Ziheng’s pretense was a bit of a sham.
But the three of them had grown up together, so Duan Zihui gave Jiang Yingyu some face; after all, she was concerned for him.
He cooperated and said, “Okay, I won’t drink anymore.”
Jiang Yingyu quickly took the wine from him and put milk on his face.
Looking at her like this, Duan Zihui suddenly remembered Xu Yi’s words.
Xu Yi said that Xie Qingyu had been drinking heavily in recent years.
But a few years ago, when he took her out, she sat beside him, drinking milk while a group of people were drinking. She sat beside him, biting the straw, her usual pampered air gone, looking remarkably well-behaved. Later, he’d grown tired of those places, disliking the smog and filth, so he rarely took her there.
Duan Zihui thought back to the days before their divorce. Just as Xie Qingyu had said, he was incredibly ambitious back then, always wanting to surpass his father’s achievements, leading to a tendency toward quick success.
At that time, his limited time every day was either spent at the wine table or at the company. He only went back to see her when he had free time. At that time, he thought that if he gave her rich material conditions and a luxurious life, she would be very satisfied.
But later on, she always quarreled with him because he was busy.
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