Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
On the coffee table were a few bottles of strong liquor. There were all opened and almost empty. Ming Ansheng was holding a can of beer in his hand. Was he planning to die from alcohol poisoning?
Ming Ansheng was sitting on the floor, slumped against the sofa. He didn’t even look at Lu Yinan.
Lu Yinan gingerly treaded towards Ming Ansheng and sat on the sofa. He glanced at him and asked softly, “What happened?”
Ming Ansheng took a gulp from the can and remained quiet.
He wanted to take another gulp when Lu Yinan suddenly stretched his hand to stop him. “Ming Ansheng, enough,” scolded Lu Yinan.
He snatched the can of beer away from him.
“Leave me alone.” Ming Ansheng glared at Lu Yinan.
He stretched his hand towards a bottle of wine and took huge gulps.
Lu Yinan snatched the bottle from him once again. He was exasperated and frustrated with Ming Ansheng. “If I leave, you will die here today,” rebutted Lu Yinan.
There were still so many bottles and cans left. If he carried on drinking, he might really die.
Lu Yinan cast the bottle aside and grabbed Ming Ansheng’s arm. “Ming Ansheng, what exactly happened? Why do you look so tormented and grieved?”
In their eyes, Yan Rusheng was arrogant as though he was far superior to anyone else. But the person who was truly cold and apathetic was Ming Ansheng.
Meiduo was an excellent example. When they were forced to break up, Ming Ansheng fell out with his grandfather, and as a result, the old man collapsed. After being hospitalized, Ming Ansheng broke off all ties with Meiduo right away.
He began to devote himself to learning all about business and financial management.
He then got engaged to Tang Feiling. Although he still kept in contact with Meiduo—they were merely friends.
He didn’t even care about their past relationship anymore.
“I’m getting married. Be my best man before you get married.” Ming Ansheng climbed up and sat on the sofa. He put on a contemptuous smile on his face.
Lu Yinan seemed enlightened. “Just because of this?”
Needless to say, his grandfather must have forced him to get married once again.
“If you don’t want to marry Tang Feiling, then don’t!” A crease appeared in between Lu Yinan’s eyebrows. “Your grandfather is really incorrigible. He forced you to break up years ago. And now…”
He was forcing him to marry a woman he doesn’t love.
Third Yan, Jiang Zhuoheng, and he were much more fortunate. At least they were free to date anyone they liked and had a say in their lifelong happiness.
Their families didn’t interfere that much.
As for Jiang Zhuoheng, if he was unwilling, no one could force him to marry Hu Xiaoxiao. But Ming Ansheng was different.
However, he also knew that Ming Ansheng’s grandfather had his reasons for doing it.
The old man emphasized heavily on family status and background, and…
Lu Yinan gazed at Ming Ansheng deeply. “If your grandmother knew your suffering, her heart would ache to see you in this state.”
“If there is nothing else, just go.”
Ming Ansheng interjected in sheer irritation just before Lu Yinan could continue.
“Ming Ansheng, if you don’t want to marry her, then don’t do it.” Lu Yinan began to get emotional. “It had been years since your grandmother passed away. Even if you use your happiness to repay her, what could it possibly change?”
They were friends since they were young. They were just like brothers.
Seeing how despondent he was, there was no way Lu Yinan would leave him alone.
“Stop talking.” Ming Ansheng raised his voice sharply and he was close to yelling.
Lu Yinan clammed up and nodded. “Alright, alright. I won’t nag anymore. But you need to stop drinking.”