when you are drunk

Chapter 100 104. We Are So Similar
Meng's villa, late at night.

Meng Jiuxiao was sitting on the floor with her right arm raised casually on the side of the bed in the bedroom, and in the palm of her left hand, she was tightly holding the delicate porcelain Siamese cat ornament.

The boy's dark hair hangs down to his eyes as he lowers his head, his pale face and hair color form a stark contrast.

In the extremely quiet room, there was only the sound of his gradually deepening rapid breathing.

Uncle Qi took the medicine and hurried into the bedroom. He couldn't speak and could only gesture wildly. He squatted on the ground and asked Meng Jiuxiao to take the medicine quickly.

"Uncle Qi...I don't want to take medicine anymore."

Meng Jiuxiao slowly raised her eyes, looking at him with cold eyes as cold as ice.

Uncle Qi was stunned for a long time, the hand holding the medicine was trembling and at a loss.

The young man's sickly body was shrunk by the bed, his head was leaning against the edge of the bed, his eyes were dull, his thin lips were slightly parted, and his tone of voice was understated.

"When I was 16 years old, I was the heir of the Meng family. My grandfather often said that the Meng family was withered, and I was the only hope for the Meng family's wine industry... Since then, I have been the glory and disgrace of the entire Meng family."

He frowned and paused, then slowly closed his eyes, "I'm really tired."

Uncle Qi stared at him in astonishment, dumbly shaking the porcelain ornament in his left hand.

"Yes, Ms. Gu is the same as me." Meng Jiuxiao sneered while clenching her teeth, "We are all people whose fate of the family business has been engraved in our flesh and written in our blood."

"She made me feel that I am not alone in this world. We are so similar..." His expression was gloomy with jealousy and confusion, "But I will never be able to stand side by side with her like other people."

Meng Jiuxiao's breathing became more and more rapid and unsteady. Uncle Qi patted his chest and quickly fed him medicine.

The bitter medicine spread between the lips, throat, heart and lungs.

He was so familiar with this taste that he used to resist it every time, and then only numbness and compromise remained.

Meng Jiuxiao pushed Uncle Qi's hand away, and he smiled coldly, "I also tried to get close to her preferences..."

"But her preferences have long been subtly influenced by others." His voice was always clear, but now it became hoarse.

Meng Jiuxiao raised the small dark-colored Siamese cat porcelain ornament tightly clutched in her left hand, and suddenly fell to the ground.

It was intact just now, but now it is broken into several pieces.

Meng Jiuxiao's cold eyes stared at the fragments on the ground without blinking.

All his jealousy and hatred, envy and despair were intertwined, his heart was in a mess, and he completely collapsed.

"Why...why can't I be a healthy normal person."

Meng Jiuxiao tilted his head slightly and stared at the pieces of broken porcelain, like slush claws, he suddenly remembered that he had asked her to present this porcelain ornament.

Yes, she gave it to him.

"...Uncle Qi." The young man looked up blankly, his eyes were red, as if he had lost the most cherished thing.

Uncle Qi turned pale in astonishment, staring at him wistfully, silently caressing the young man's pale face.

"Glue, you need glue." Meng Jiuxiao held on to Uncle Qi's hand tightly, like grabbing a life-saving straw.

Uncle Qi nodded, put away his panicked expression, and ran out to look for it.

The boy knelt on the ground and picked up pieces of porcelain ornaments, put them on the table with trembling hands, and put them back together bit by bit.

He couldn't wait for Uncle Qi to come back, he knelt on the ground and searched the drawer over and over again, there was no glue in it.

A tube of AB glue was handed tremblingly before his eyes, Meng Jiuxiao quickly took it, glued the pieces carefully, trying not to leave a single crack.

After a long while, he looked at the porcelain ornaments that had finally been restored, and then his pale lips were slightly raised, and a desolate smile flashed across him.

　Author's Note: Dear, I suggest you use instant noodles to fix everything~~|ω｀)
　　Master Jiu: ...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)