Unbridled, Depraved

Chapter 286: Heart disease requires heart medicine

Why 23 years old?

Why is it the memory of being 23 years old, and not earlier or later?

Gu Wanwan's question was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples in Shen Qianhe's heart.

She seemed to be reminded by this question, her brows slightly furrowed, and she fell into deep thought.

"If it was to alleviate his painful memories, shouldn't he have gone back to his happy childhood memories? Even if he didn't have any happy memories as a child, why did he have to go back to the age of 23?"

Gu Wanwan took a sip of the champagne in the glass, smacked her lips and continued, "Heart disease needs heart medicine to cure it. Maybe he has some unfulfilled wishes or obsessions at the age of 23. Don't you think so, Shi Yue?"

Shi Yue nodded in agreement: "This possibility cannot be ruled out. Human memory is very complicated, especially when it comes to psychological trauma, the brain will selectively retain or forget certain fragments. 23 years old may be a special time point for him."

Heart disease also needs a heart medicine doctor.

Shen Qianhe repeated these words silently in his heart, and his eyes involuntarily fell on Xie Jincheng.

The man's eyes were slightly drunk, his eyelids were slightly drooping, his lips were red, his teeth were white, and the corners of his eyes were stained with a touch of decadent and gorgeous red.

He swirled the wine glass in his hand, and the amber liquid in the glass shimmered in the light.

There were quite a few tilted wine bottles at his feet, and it seemed that he had drunk quite a bit.

His face was still as white as jade, but his ears were red as if they had been burned by fire.

At this moment, he was leaning lazily on the sofa, his eyes vaguely falling on Shen Qianhe.

Shen Qianhe always felt that his eyes were particularly alluring, especially when he was drunk, which had a fatal allure.

Those eyes were like a bottomless pool of water, which could easily make one drown in it.

But beneath this perfect appearance, there is a heart full of scars.

She looked at him, a mixture of emotions welling up in her heart.

So, Xie Jincheng, what is worrying you?

Was it your mother's death?

Or, the family affection that has been estranged for so many years.

Or, what is his unfulfilled wish or obsession?

"Xie Jincheng, what should I do to pull you out of that abyss?"

Shen Qianhe murmured in a low voice.

Her voice was so soft that it was almost drowned out by the noise in the box.

But Xie Jincheng seemed to have heard it. He raised his eyes slightly and his gaze met hers.

It’s hard to say why, but Shen Qianhe felt a sour feeling in his heart.

Perhaps the highest level of loving someone is to feel heartache.

......

After three rounds of drinks, the atmosphere gradually became lively.

Just then, the door of the box was gently pushed open by the waiter.

The waiter was holding a delicate paper bag and said with a smile, "Mr. Song, the errand you ordered has been delivered."

Song Yubai immediately stood up, took the paper bag, and smiled: "Thank you, you've worked hard!"

As he spoke, he took out a few bills from his wallet and handed them to the waiter, "Here's the tip."

The waiter thanked me and left.

Song Yubai closed the door, turned around and winked at He Yang and Li Youqian, and the three of them came together tacitly.

"The stuff has arrived."

Song Yubai lowered his voice and took out a small bottle from the paper bag, which contained fine brown powder.

He Yang raised his eyebrows, with a hint of teasing in his tone: "So this is the legendary seahorse powder? Are you sure it's reliable?"

Li Youqian smiled and patted He Yang on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I got this specially from an old Chinese doctor, it's absolutely authentic."

Song Yubai nodded, with a bit of pride in his eyes: "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and arrange it for Old Xie!"

The three of them looked at each other and divided the work tacitly.

Song Yubai was responsible for attracting Xie Jincheng's attention, while He Yang and Li Youqian quietly poured seahorse powder into Xie Jincheng's wine glass.

"Old Xie, come, have another drink!" Song Yubai held the wine glass and walked up to Xie Jincheng with a smile.

Xie Jincheng glanced at him calmly and said, "No more drinking, that's enough."

Song Yubai was not willing to give in and forced the wine glass into his hand, "Don't spoil the fun, today is a celebration party, how can we not drink? Besides, you are the protagonist, if you don't drink, wouldn't it be disrespectful to the brothers?"

Xie Jincheng frowned and was about to refuse, but he saw He Yang and Li Youqian also coming over, surrounding him on the left and right.

Li Youqian: "It's enough to drink just this little. You can't drink enough."

He Yang: "Old Xie, you are not scared, are you?"

Xie Jincheng sneered, picked up the wine glass and drank it all: "Afraid? When have I ever been afraid?"

Seeing this, Song Yubai and the others showed a triumphant smile on their faces.

They exchanged glances, silently looking forward to the effect of seahorse powder.

On the other side, Shen Qianhe, Gu Wanwan and Shi Yue were sitting together and chatting happily.

Shen Qianhe's eyes swept in the direction of Xie Jincheng from time to time, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

She always felt that the behavior of Song Yubai and others was a little strange, but she couldn't tell what was strange.

Not long after Xie Jincheng finished drinking, he felt something was wrong.

His body began to heat up, as if there was a fire burning inside him, and all the blood in his body seemed to flow to a certain place below.

He frowned, feeling a little annoyed and a little strange.

I clearly didn't drink much, so why did I suddenly have this reaction?

His temples were throbbing and the heat surging in his body made his Adam's apple roll.

He unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt, a thin layer of sweat appeared under his cold white skin, and his breath was filled with hot air.

Just as he was puzzled by his body's reaction, Song Yubai's big face suddenly came over and smiled meaningfully: "Good brother, I can only help you up to this point. The rest depends on you."

Xie Jincheng frowned and looked at him coldly: "What do you mean by that?"

Song Yubai scratched his head, his tone was somewhat tentative and awkward: "Well... Actually, I heard it from Wanwan. She said... Qianhe thinks that aspect of you... um... not so good."

Xie Jincheng's eyes suddenly turned cold, and a dangerous light flashed in his eyes: "What aspect are you talking about?"

Song Yubai laughed dryly twice, his voice getting smaller and smaller: "What else...what else can I do? Just that aspect."

In front of me, Song Yubai's flattering smile was swaying.

For some reason, it reminded him of the stable manager he had seen when he was a child, who mixed aphrodisiacs into feed.

The beautiful scene of last night suddenly appeared in my mind.

She tossed and turned under him, her voice soft and her eyes blurry.

If she hadn't begged him pitifully last night, he would have continued to do it until dawn.

It was obviously she who couldn't bear it first, but she still said such words.

Could it be that she was trying to refuse but still wanted to?

Haha, she is really an unsatisfied woman.