Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 877 - 333: If Only Time Could Turn Back (Part 2)_3

Chapter 877: Chapter 333: If Only Time Could Turn Back (Part 2)_3

The carefree times of playful frolics seem to have passed a long time ago.

Once a person starts reminiscing about the past, it means the life they’re currently experiencing is not the one they had hoped for long ago.

Jiang Muzhou was smoking. His once youthful features had matured unconsciously. Surrounded by smoke, his hazy gaze grew increasingly blurred.

How could two people remain friends for so long?

With compatible temperaments, they knew when to advance and retreat.

Regarding what Lin Chu had just told him, he kept it to himself after hearing it.

Squinting, he asked, "What case is Ji Huan handling?"

"Didn’t I tell you? I must have forgotten because I’ve been so busy lately. It’s that half-dead Gao Jian. Although it didn’t turn into a homicide, he beat someone so severely that they ended up paralyzed from the waist down, and the matter won’t be easy to resolve."

She promised Ji Huan that no matter how much time passed, she would never tell Ji Wanxia.

Jiang Muzhou didn’t show any surprise and chuckled, "Look at how poorly you’re doing. Even Ji Wanxia’s half-siblings could go to such lengths, and Lu Huai’an just threw a few punches at that trash and called it a day?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Chu burst out laughing.

Her drinking capacity was more bark than bite. She would pass out after just a few drinks, possibly due to an empty stomach, and it happened earlier than usual.

Slumping softly over the table, she traced the rim of her glass with her fingers, her gaze dazed and vacant.

"Isn’t that so? You’re not any better. Qiao An, that little white lotus, has such an ambiguous relationship with Jiang Yichen, and all you can do is watch, right?"

Yes, one cut each, and they’d be even.

"They’re like six of one and half a dozen of the other, neither of them has the right to mock the other."

Jiang Muzhou took the bottle of alcohol beside Lin Chu, pouring glass after glass.

The more silent they became, the more desolate the lively surroundings seemed.

Gazing up at the quiet night sky, Lin Chu asked a nonsensical question, "It’s almost New Year, how come it hasn’t snowed yet?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Jiang Muzhou caught sight of a familiar figure, and let out two silent, disdainful laughs.

Kicking Lin Chu’s leg under the table, he gave a well-intentioned reminder, "Don’t worry about the snow now, you better turn the other way."

Drunk as she was, Lin Chu’s reactions were notably slow.

It took her quite a while to respond to Jiang Muzhou’s kick. After giving a gentle kick back, she propped up her head and looked in the direction he indicated.

The passersby seemed to be shut out from her vision; she could see only that man.

The flickering, dim lights cast shadows on his face, accentuating his sharply defined features, making them appear more profound. Even from a great distance, his calm, dark eyes seemed as deep and boundless as an endless night prison.

His whole being exuded an aura of cold severity, stepping steadily towards her.

"Why do you think Lu Huai’an doesn’t want to divorce me?"

Supporting her head with her hand, Lin Chu’s gaze fell lightly on that direction. She was looking at Lu Huai’an, but not quite.

Jiang Muzhou had already withdrawn his gaze, lighting another cigarette, "What Lu Huai’an thinks, only he knows."

Lin Chu, who loved Lu Huai’an more than herself, was actually thinking of divorce.

See, everything changes.

Nothing lasts forever.

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The car was very quiet.

Lin Chu had drunk a lot, and her stomach ached a bit.

Lu Huai’an resisted several times before finally reaching over to pull the girl huddled in the corner into his arms, instructing the driver, "To the hospital."

The man’s actions were not gentle; even though he hadn’t said a word since throwing her into the car, the hostility emanating from him did not wane one bit.

Lin Chu knew he was angry.

She didn’t struggle, letting him hold her, and asked with a light laugh, "I’m not sick, so why go to the hospital?"

The girl’s cheeks were unnaturally flushed, her forehead scorching hot, her usually soft and light voice thick with nasal tones.

The furrows between Lu Huai’an’s brows deepened, "You’re running a fever."

"A fever is great. Maybe it’ll burn my brain, and if I’m lucky, I might forget those disgusting memories."

Just the thought of Lu Mingchuan pressing down on her made her feel nauseous.

Using the word ’disgusting’ wasn’t quite accurate, but she couldn’t find a more suitable term.

The dark hue at the bottom of Lu Huai’an’s deep eyes slowly gathered, but he didn’t reveal a bit of it, the surface as calm as the most tranquil secluded pond in a valley.

Even with the heater on, the girl’s hands were still cold, as was the wedding ring on her finger.

His deep voice was slightly hoarse, as if squeezed from his throat, "I promise, you won’t see him again."