Chapter 340 - Are you with me solely because of him? (1/2)

Suyin's gaze slide at the man standing outside Wang Shi's office. Feng Jin. Her steps hastened only to be stopped at the door. ”Jin,”

”I got orders from the president's son, sister. Can't go back on my duty.” His lips pursed, ”Please.”

She glanced at the door. Another closed door she had to face today. ”Do you remember your promise?”

”I do.” He said. Guilty of his rudeness towards Suyin when they first met, he had promised to go above his duty and everything in the world to side Suyin once. It was also his way to express gratitude for mending things between him and Wang Shi when the latter got angry for his behavior.

He stepped aside. The promise made by a military officer had to be fulfilled.

Suyin's nose scrunched at the stench of alcohol once she stepped inside. On the couch, Wang Shi was sprawled with one leg dangling, two empty bottles, and a glass lying on the floor.

”Oh Shishi,” she ran to lift his leg up before he could fall. She slides her hand under his neck as gently as ever, sliding a cushion. He half-opened his eyes, grunting, and pushed her. Oh, wish he had slapped her instead. ”What have you done, silly? Just lie down, please.”

He swayed upon trying to stand. She held him by the shoulder. ”Don't move. I'll get you water--” she stood only to be yanked down by him on his l.a.p.

With trembling hands he ran a knuckle down her cheek, eyes speaking emotions that only she understands well.”I love your beautiful eyes. So deep. Grey. Mesmerizing.” He slurred, his alcohol breath lingered on her face.

She s.u.c.k.e.d in a breath when he blew a stray strand out of her eyes. He kissed her eyelids. Slow. Sensual. ”You know they shine when they see me. Why? Your lips can lie, but your eyes can't. So what possible reason could you have to condemn me to reproach? Look-- I drank two bottles thinking about it. They say when you drink your subconscious mind answers questions that your conscious mind can not. But I'm still answered. Perhaps I should go for the third, fourth, fifth bottle--”

She silenced him with her hands on his lips. ”No more drinks. Please. Don't do this to yourself. It hurts.”

”Yes. It hurts. And the worse, I don't have any medicine to stop it.” he jutted her lips out like a child in pain. ”Do you have any?”

She raised her fingers to his cheeks, pushing down the pain erupting in our own hearts. ”I don't. It hurts me too because I could not witness the misery I'm causing you, Honey, and myself.”

”Then end it, my love. Why aren't you telling me?”

Her throat went tight the way he used the endearment. ”To keep myself from saying the wrong things.” He blinked away the sleep threatening to come over.

She stood from his l.a.p against his wishes, rounding the corner to fetch a jug of water. He looked at her outstretched hand, the jug full to the brim, and then at her.

”Not this. I want to hear about those wrong things. Tell me. I deserve to know. Is it still about your son's heart?” She settles herself back on his l.a.p, letting him hug her waist, bringing the jug to his mouth.

”Water will flush out the alcohol from your system through urine. Drink it all. ”

”If I do, will you--”