novelraw Chapter 454 - 371 What’s the Point of Me Being Alive
Chapter 454 - 371 What’s the Point of Me Being Alive
Chapter 454: Chapter 371 What’s the Point of Me Being Alive
Zhang Yao ran out of the private room in tears, thinking about how Leng Mochen could treat her like that, her heart feeling unbearably heavy.
Even if she had some feelings for him, was that enough reason for him to tell her to get lost?
Especially the way his friends looked at her—what kind of gaze was that? Did they really think she was that cheap?
She came here today full of confidence, believing that no matter what he was usually like outside, in a setting like this bar, he would definitely let loose a bit.
Seizing the opportunity, maybe it wouldn’t take long before he’d be deeply captivated by her. At that point, with some clever tricks, he could only belong to her, Zhang Yao!
Thinking of Zhang Shan’s smug face, Zhang Yao clenched her teeth and swore to herself. She refused to believe that aside from Qiao An, she couldn’t find a man better and more outstanding than Leng Mochen.
Why did Zhang Shan always talk with such confidence nowadays? Wasn’t it all because of money?
She had figured it out—these days, as long as you have money, whatever you do becomes easier.
Money is confidence. Money is everything!
But reality slapped her hard in the face, leaving her utterly humiliated.
Thinking about it, when had Zhang Yao ever suffered such indignity in her life?
She was deeply unwilling to accept this!
She had put in so much effort to dress up for tonight, and even though her crying had left her makeup a bit smudged, her figure wrapped in a tight little black dress that barely reached her thighs still attracted some glances from men in the bar.
Zhang Yao, dejected, walked to the bar counter and sat down randomly on an empty high stool. All she wanted to do was drink. Perhaps getting drunk was the only way to numb her deeply wounded pride temporarily.
The handsome bartender, probably used to seeing women like her, quietly brought her the drinks she ordered at first.
Later, noticing she had consumed quite a bit of strong liquor and was starting to lose her senses, he kindly advised her, "Miss, you’ve had too much. It’s really late now—you should go home early and come back another time."
Zhang Yao, caught up in the soaring, numbing sensation of the alcohol, angrily pointed at the bartender and cursed, "Who do you think you are to manage me? Even my parents don’t meddle in my business! Who are you? Hurry up and bring me more drinks! What? Are you afraid I won’t pay?"
She then pulled out a wad of cash and threw it on the bar. "See this? I have plenty of money!"
The bartender looked at Zhang Yao speechlessly, feeling like his good intentions had been utterly wasted.
If she hadn’t looked like she wasn’t the type to frequent bars like this, he wouldn’t have bothered to remind her.
Fine! If she wanted to drink, he’d keep serving her. After all, the more she drank, the higher his commission would be.
Why should he make things harder for himself by being overly concerned?
So when a bar regular came over to chat Zhang Yao up and flirt with her, and later escorted her out when she felt sick, the bartender didn’t interfere anymore.
Maybe this was exactly the kind of experience she was after!
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When Leng Mochen returned home, Buding was already fast asleep in a sweet dream, but Li Si was still awake, waiting for him.
As soon as he entered the room, she smelled the stench of alcohol and smoke, and couldn’t help covering her nose and mouth. "Go take a shower! How much did you drink? You stink!"
Leng Mochen found her reaction amusing—her more she said, the closer he got. He leaned in and planted a kiss on her cheek.
Li Si, annoyed, pushed at him a few times, complaining, "You big jerk! I just washed my face, and now it’s wasted! You smell like alcohol!"
Leng Mochen grabbed the fresh clothing Li Si had prepared for him and quickly grazed his fingers across her cheek. "Shower together?" he teased, giving her a playful look.
Li Si laughed as she shoved him into the bathroom. "Get out of here!"
When Leng Mochen came out after his shower, he mentioned something about Zhang Shan’s younger sister, which displeased Li Si.
What was going on? Why was she still chasing after him so persistently?
Couldn’t she figure out the situation? Did crashing into someone’s car mean you had to cling to them forever? Ridiculous.
Leng Mochen gave a helpless smile. He truly felt this was trouble that had nothing to do with him.
Li Si thought for a moment and said, "From now on, I’ll have less to do with Zhang Shan. What kind of people are these? Just thinking about them makes me angry!"
Leng Mochen laughed, then pulled Li Si into a hug. "Alright."
But before Li Si could express her views to Zhang Shan, Zhang Shan called her the very next day!
Li Si, wearing an impatient expression, answered the phone, and Zhang Shan’s anxious voice came across the line. "Sisi! I’m sorry to bother you, but I have a favor to ask!"
"What is it?" Li Si’s reply was cold. After finding out about Zhang Yao’s behavior, Li Si had completely lost the desire to maintain any contact with Zhang Shan.
She had originally looked forward to being neighbors in the same villa community, but now she regretted being so close.
"Sigh! I’m not sure if your husband has mentioned it to you, but it’s about my uncle’s daughter." Zhang Shan’s tone sounded hesitant, but she forced herself to explain.
Because last night, when Zhang Yao had returned home, she locked herself in her room. At first, there was loud crying, then silence.
Worried, Zhang Yao’s mother couldn’t stand it anymore and knocked on the door for a long time.
When no one responded, she had no choice but to get Zhang Yao’s father, who used the spare key to open the door.
Inside, Zhang Yao was lying motionless on the bed, her face pale, while blood continuously streamed from her left wrist. The pink bed sheets were stained a startling shade of red that made everyone panic.
Zhang Yao’s parents were completely shocked. How could their daughter resort to cutting her wrists to commit suicide?
Fortunately, Zhang Yao’s father reacted quickly, immediately pressing a towel to the wound and rushing her to the nearest hospital.
By the time Zhang Shan received the news and rushed to the hospital, Zhang Yao had already been saved. The doctor said she was fortunate to have been brought in quickly and that the wound wasn’t too deep, but her emotional state would need close monitoring.
When Zhang Shan entered the hospital room and saw Zhang Yao, her face was as pale as paper, tears glimmering in her eyes as she cried out, "Sis, I don’t want to live anymore. I have no face to stay in this world! Why did they save me? Mom, Dad, let me die. What’s the point of living?"
Zhang Shan, with red-rimmed eyes, tried to comfort her. "Yaoyao! What are you doing? For what reason? Why would you want to die? If you die, what happens to your parents? Do you want them to follow you to the grave? Just tell me—what’s troubling you so badly that it’s come to this?"
Zhang Yao cried as she explained, "Sis! There are things I can’t tell you. Last night, I accidentally ran into Leng Mochen at the bar. I didn’t mean anything else—I just wanted to chat with him. But he went too far, relentlessly telling me to get lost.
Later, I was in a bad mood and drank too much at the bar. Some man took me to the restroom... I was taken advantage of!"
Hearing this, Zhang Shan felt terrible for Zhang Yao and her ordeal.
She didn’t know what to say. She had tried to persuade Zhang Yao many times that Leng Mochen was married with a child, but it fell on deaf ears.
And now, this had happened. But who could be blamed? Should they blame Li Si’s husband for ignoring her?
Having no other options, she patted Zhang Yao on the shoulder and tried to console her. "Don’t cry, don’t cry. It’s all in the past now. Yaoyao, you have to be strong!"
Zhang Yao looked at Zhang Shan with pleading eyes. "I want to see Leng Mochen—just once. Just one meeting, that’s all I ask. I feel so wronged. Why did he treat me like that? If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have gone to that bar to drink, and none of this would have happened. I need to clear things up with him, or I’ll end my life again!"
Zhang Yao’s mother, overhearing the conversation, seemed to grasp the key points. She started crying and begging Zhang Shan as well, saying that even just meeting once would be enough. She hoped Leng Mochen could talk some sense into her daughter. After all, she was so young and was risking her life for him. Wasn’t it only right for him to come and comfort her? (To be continued. If you’ve enjoyed this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast recommendation tickets and monthly tickets as your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com for reading.)