Chapter 513 - Chu Luis Soap-Opera-Like Life (1/2)

”That's enough. Stop smoking.” Du Jingtang walked over. He reached out his hands and picked up the ashtray on the table before smashing it into the bin with a loud bang.

Chu Lui nipped his cigarette, dumping it into the bin.

”What's your business here?” A chilling voice came without any emotion. His expression was flat, not a hint of happiness or sorrow could be seen. Du Jingtang really felt like Chu Lui had become a spirit. He was so numb to everything he seemed like a spirit dressed in the form of a man.

”Nothing, just came to see you. Right, Brother, what are you planning to do?”

He lay prone on the desk, anxious—so anxious that he was about to die. That Xia Ruoxin suddenly had a child from who-knows-where, and on top of this, it was his cousin's child. They had practically no hope before, but now, they did. This life was so much like a soap opera.

Now, he really believed that there were miracles in this world. There were miracles everywhere.

Chu Lui habitually pulled open his drawer, taking half a packet of cigarettes. He took one out, and just as he was about to light it, he realized that the ashtray on his table was gone.

A man always had to smoke a few sticks, that feeling was called taste, maturity… habit.

But the him now, that was as good as waiting for death.

He threw the cigarettes back into the drawer, feeling extremely uneasy and worked up.

”Brother, I realized that when you met her, you always had this expression. In this world, I have only met one woman who could bring such a big reaction out of you.”

Du Jingtang fanned the air in front of him again, the smoke was killing him.

After hearing his words, Chu Lui's heart that had been beating wildly slowly began to calm down, beat by beat. Also, it became colder.

He spat out a lung-full of turbid smoke and started coughing vehemently.

Du Jingtang did not pity him because he felt that it was well-deserved. It was only when the coughing died down that Du Jingtang brought over a cup of water and placed it on the table.

”Brother, I think you should drink some water.”

”Thanks.” Chu Lui received the cup and drank it. There was an ashen look to his side profile. Even though it was unnoticeable, the darkness had masked away all his inner thoughts.

He put down the glass and leaned back, a layer of snow seemingly coated his head.

He was only thirty years old. How could he already have so many white hairs?

”Brother… you okay?” Du Jingtang felt that something was amiss. What could possibly be tormenting his brother till he became like this? It was the equivalent of changing a young, spirited male into an old man.

Actually, he did not believe that his cousin could have such a heavy heart. For a woman, he could give up so much… if it wasn't love, what was it?

What he had been doing for the past few years… was it really tormenting others or was it really tormenting himself? No one could tell. However, until now—for some things, there was already no turning back.

”Jingtang, tell me, what should I do?” Chu Lui suddenly opened his eyes. In his eyes was a sense of dignity that had never existed before.