Xu Jingge was completely wasted, but he didn't want to bother Chang Qing either, so he whined, "Chang Qing doesn't love me anymore. He only sent me five messages today."
"He's busy," Chu Yilan said in a low voice.
"Busy, everyone's busy. It's good to be busy."
Chu Yilan couldn't be bothered to engage with a drunk. He tilted his head back to look at the pitch-black sky. It felt as though a rope was tethered to his heart, its other end tied to something immensely heavy. It left him feeling grounded.
"Look at you. You actually fell in love," Xu Jingge muttered.
"You've said that a million times," Chu Yilan replied.
"Never saw it coming." Xu Jingge leaned against a stone lion beside him, rambling incoherently. "Honestly, when I first met you at that joint business conference between Lin City and Qu City three years ago, I thought someone like you wouldn't live long."
What a fucking nasty thing to say. Chu Yilan's fingers itched, but he resisted the urge to punch him.
"Dead inside, with bad luck written all over your face." Xu Jingge clicked his tongue. "I even complained to Chang Qing about how someone like you could still claim such prime feng shui and wind up the richest man in Qu City."
"Have you considered that I'm very capable?" Chu Yilan said.
"It's not about whether you're capable." Xu Jingge waved a hand and struggled unsteadily to his feet. Worried he might tumble down the steps, Chu Yilan reached out to steady him.
"I drank too much," Xu Jingge said in a hushed voice. "I think I'm going to puke."
Chu Yilan mercilessly dumped him on the assistant beside them.
The car slowly pulled up at the bottom of the steps. Chu Yilan told Xu Jingge's