Chapter 13
In a corner of the world, a woman's self-esteem was thoroughly shattered by a man who vomited after kissing her.
I decided from then on, I would detest him.
I heard Cheng Jiayang's low groan, but I couldn't make it out clearly, not knowing whether it was in Chinese or French. Listening carefully, I realized he was mumbling "water."
I said, "Where would that be?"
He, with his eyes closed, said, "In the car."
In his car, I found a bottle of mineral water, patted his face, pried his mouth open, and poured the water in. Cheng Jiayang choked, coughed, barely sat up, rinsed his mouth, and drank the water.
Then he looked at me, his eyes somewhat clearer.
"Recognize me?" I asked.
He nodded.
"Who am I?"
I didn't know what I was thinking, whether I hoped he recognized Qiao Fei or not.
"Pretty sister."
Well, that was a waste of effort.
"Feeling terrible inside?"
He nodded again, looking at me. He was truly handsome.
I sat down, cushioning myself with his coat, facing the sea. Under the night sky, the sea met the horizon, and the stars were paired together.
"Is it because of love?"
"I saw her fiancé."
Honest man.
Such luxury, to destroy oneself over matters of the heart.
"You're doing this to yourself, and she doesn't even know," I said.
"I don't need her to know. Her knowing is as good as her not knowing."
A logical riddle.
"You should talk to her," I suggested.
"It's not like we're in a TV drama," he replied.
So drunk yet still able to retort, truly a professional talker.
Yeah, it's not a TV show, but then his head lowered, leaning on my shoulder.
I can't drive, it seemed like I would have to wait here on the beach until he sobered up. I got cold and searched his embrace for a cigarette. What I found, I couldn't smoke, sweet-smelling marijuana. So, I was right that day. What kind of life was this favored son of heaven living?
His phone rang, and I answered it. The other person said, "Jiayang?" It was a young male voice.
"Oh," I was quite alert, "what did you say his name was?"
"...I'm looking for Jiayang."
"Is it a tall, thin white guy?"
"Who are you?"
"Miss. And who might you be?"
"Tell the gentleman next to you, I'm his brother."
Great, probably the lifesaver. I brought the phone closer to Cheng Jiayang, slapped his face, and he uttered a muffled groan.
"He's in this state," I said.
"Let it be," the other side laughed, "I won't bother you anymore."
"Wait a minute, you come pick him up. We are now at West City Beach, Highway 26 junction, south side," I accurately stated the location, "he's drunk, can't drive back."
"Okay..." Of course, it was a tricky situation, of course seeing Cheng Jiayang like this was a shock to his family, "I'll be there."
"How long will it take?"
"Half an hour."
I hung up, looked at Cheng Jiayang's face deep in sleep, and said, "Auntie will accompany you for another 20 minutes."
Ten minutes before Cheng Jiayang's brother arrived, I left him and started walking toward town. Before dawn, there were few cars on the highway, but occasionally a long-distance bus passed by, and I looked at the license plates to see if any were from my hometown.
That night, I learned a lesson: the allure of men is harmful. I flirted with him, "kissed," and my tip was lost. I could only earn a little commission from that bottle of Black Fang whiskey, hardly worth mentioning. Moreover, walking back to town in a short skirt and delicate high heels was a real struggle.
Thinking this, a white jeep stopped beside me, a face with golden glasses popped out, looking scholarly, a city slicker's guise: "Miss, how far is it to junction 26?"
(End of Chapter)
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