Chapter 1255: Telling Stories All Night on the Wedding Night

He felt such hatred.

Hatred beyond measure.

He wished he could eat his flesh, drink his blood, and eliminate him to find relief!

But now he could do nothing, only huddle here and drown his sorrows in alcohol.

A glass of burning, fiery liquor went down his throat, yet his mind only grew clearer.

All the past memories between him and Shi Ran from childhood to adulthood played back in his mind frame by frame, like a movie.

They had known each other since they were little, back when they were in kindergarten; how wonderful those times were, climbing trees and statues together, going down to the river to catch fish, climbing onto roofs to pull up tiles...

Back then, Shi Ran was like a tomboy.

The kindergarten teachers would get a headache whenever they saw them, yet they could do nothing about them.

Later, when Shi Ran returned to Jiangzhou, his childhood dimmed and lost its color.

Still later, when Shi Ran came to Jiangzhou as an exchange student, they met again, and by that time, Shi Ran had changed so much.

She was no longer the tomboy who would run wild and play recklessly with him, but a student representing a country, visiting their school for exchange and study.

Later still, after the coup in L Country, he followed his parents into exile in Jiangzhou...

How wonderful those times were!

The adults had harmonious relationships, and the two families were as close as one.

There was no younger sister back then; his mother treated Shi Ran as her own daughter, and the Sheng Family couple treated him as their own son...

Later, from what point on did this relationship change?

That's right.

From the time his father prepared to run for president, everything began to change quietly.

First, his parents' mindset changed.

When people strive to climb higher, their eyes look upward, and it is very easy to overlook the best people and scenery around them.

Back then, because of disagreements with his parents' philosophy, they had no shortage of anger and arguments!

Later, when his parents suddenly passed away, he also turned into the person he disliked the most...

He grabbed the wine bottle and took another fierce gulp, giggling with a thick tongue, talking to himself: "Hahahaha, I deserve, I deserve it... all of this, all of this is my own doing..."

"Ranran is right, I am not as good as him, I am not worthy of you... Wuwu, but I am still so sad..."

He and Shi Ran had separated, and they could never be together again.

He had lost the woman he loved most forever, and there would never be, nor could there ever be, anyone who could replace Shi Ran's position in his heart.

Qi Heng cried miserably, snot and tears streaming down together.

In front of others, he was the president; he had to have the appearance a national president should have, be full of confidence, and wear a smile.

But now there was only himself, no one else.

His inner emotions could be expressed wantonly; he could do whatever he wanted.

He was so heartbroken that his chest felt like it was being pressed by a giant stone, pressing down until he couldn't breathe.

"Knock, knock, knock."

Someone was knocking at the door outside.

"Get lost! Don't come and disturb me!" he said with a thick tongue.

"Click."

The door lock turned gently, and the door opened.

A stranger stood outside the door, very handsome, so handsome he looked like a movie star.

Qi Heng asked with a thick tongue and blurry, drunken eyes: "You, who are you?"

"Why have you drunk so much alcohol?" The young man at the door frowned and said with displeasure.

"Close, close the door for me, get out." Qi Heng was already so drunk he had lost his most basic judgment; he did not recognize that the person in front of him was the post-plastic-surgery Zhu Qingrui, who had returned.

He only wanted to drink himself into a stupor now, to drown his thousand sorrows in one bout of drunkenness; he didn't want anything else.

"Someone come."

Zhu Qingrui ordered the servants, take the wine bottle out of your president's hand, don't let him drink anymore, he will drink himself to death sooner or later like this.

The servants heard him, but they dared not step forward.

Snatch the wine bottle from the president's hand?

Did they not want to live?

Seeing that no one dared to step forward, Zhu Qingrui did it himself, snatching the wine bottle from Qi Heng's hand.

He also pulled open the curtains and opened the window to ventilate.

A fresh breeze blew in, dispersing much of the murky air in the room.

"Who are you? Such great audacity..." Qi Heng tilted his head and fell asleep.

Jiangzhou.

Shi Ran's new home.

She hung up the phone, still feeling a bit unsettled.

Her mood, which had just calmed down a little, was once again thrown into chaos by this phone call.

"Knock, knock, knock."

Yun Qitian said from outside: "Wife, come back, you can't just watch me die young..."

Shi Ran pulled the door open and, without a word, took her husband's arm and walked back.

Yun Qitian:...

Shi Ran: "Why have you stopped talking? Have you turned into Yaba? Weren't you just babbling away so eloquently a moment ago?"

While speaking, the two of them had already walked into the master bedroom.

She unbuttoned her pajamas right in front of Yun Qitian... "No need!"

He grabbed her hand, his face tense: "Don't take them off, the air conditioning in the room is cold, don't catch a cold!"

She was puzzled: "Didn't you say 'bridal chamber and candlelight'?"

"That's right! I did say that!"

He swallowed hard, trying his best not to look at his wife.

Her figure was too good; even loose pajamas couldn't hide her curves!

Heaven knows how much restraint he had to use to keep from pouncing on her.

Yun Qitian argued righteously: "You woman, your thoughts aren't pure at all. When I said the bridal chamber and candlelight shouldn't have an empty bed, I meant covering up with a quilt to sleep purely. You've got the wrong idea."

Shi Ran:...

The two lay on the bed, both staring at the ceiling, neither able to sleep.

Yun Qitian: "Wife, tell me a story, I can't sleep."

Shi Ran: "How old are you that you still need bedtime stories? Aren't you embarrassed?"

Yun Qitian: "It's not embarrassing. I'm not asking anyone else to tell it, so even if it is embarrassing, it's a family scandal, and family scandals shouldn't be aired in public."

Shi Ran had no choice but to tell a random story.

"Tell me another one."

"There are no more."

"Then I'll tell you one."

"Fine."

And so, for the entire night, neither of them slept; they kept the lights on and told fairy tales all night long.

The next day, the two got up early to wash and went to the Yun Family to serve tea.

On the second day of marriage, the bride is supposed to serve tea to her father-in-law and mother-in-law; this is a custom that has been passed down in Jiangzhou for many years. Although Shi Ran does not pay much attention to minor details, she still had to follow this rule.

When the young couple arrived at the Yun Family, Yun Zhe Hao and his wife hadn't even gotten up yet!

It was mainly because it was too early; they hadn't expected them to come so early.

A servant announced from outside the door: "Sir, Madam, the young master and young mistress are here."

"Ah?"

Ma Ling'er woke up from her sleep, sat up abruptly, and pushed her husband beside her: "Get up quickly, the children are back, get up, get up."

Yun Zhe Hao got up and glanced at the clock on the bedside table—six o'clock sharp.

After the two washed up briefly, they changed their clothes and came out.

Shi Ran stood up and apologized: "I'm sorry, Dad, Mom, we came too early."

"It's not your fault. It's not that you came too early, it's that we got up too late."

Ma Ling'er looked at her daughter-in-law, and the more she looked, the more pleasing she found her!

Especially when she saw the two large dark circles under her eyes, she found her even more pleasing.

Ma Ling'er didn't know that the two had spent the whole night telling stories; she misunderstood and assumed that the newlyweds were exhausted from overexertion, which was why they looked like that.

Her own son also looked exhausted, yawning one after another.