Turning around, I was pulled into a warm embrace.
In the darkness stood a person, their body and appearance indistinct, only their eyes hazy, tinged with a misty pink and a drunken state.
It traced her face, little by little, her eyebrows, eyes, nose, cheeks, its soft fingertips smelling of alcohol, yet icy cold.
Ah Heng shivered and tried to break free, but it held her even tighter.
She could barely breathe; all she could hear was his heartbeat, slow and strong.
He spoke, his voice flat yet sharp—"Who are you?"
Ah Heng remained silent, knowing that the man was drunk and had lost his rationality.
It touched her long hair, its fingertips gently brushing against hers—"A woman."
Ah Heng was both amused and exasperated.
Then, he buried his face in her hair, took a deep breath, and murmured, "Why does she smell just like Ah Heng?"
Ah Heng is having convulsions. I want to say to Yan hope, stop fooling around. You're drunk, so be a good boy and don't act up. Be a good girl, okay?
Before she could speak, in the darkness, the man gripped the back of her neck, forcing her to raise her head. Then, he lowered his head and kissed her passionately.
She was stunned, not yet able to react, when the man continued to lick her lips with his tongue, tempting her with a soft, warm scent of wine.
Ah Heng was embarrassed and angry, unable to speak, afraid that shouting would ruin Yan hope's reputation, so she just pushed him with all her might.
The man licked it with the tip of his tongue, then smiled, squinted his eyes, lowered his head, and began to suck hard.
Ah Heng was sweating profusely with anxiety. The man's fingers were on her waist, but he gripped them tighter and tighter, stubbornly and proudly refusing to let go.
A burning desire surged within him, an unquenchable urge to pry open her teeth, and he grasped her black hair with his right hand.
Soft, like silk, yet inlaid with a blooming... butterfly.
It's cool and refreshing, like crystal.
That was because he was bound to Aheng.
In an instant, he let go, his face turning deathly pale.
Chapter 56
Chapter 56
Ah Heng knew that Yan hope was awake, and remembering his usual childlike nature, she knew he would be agonizing over this endlessly. Her eyes darkened, and she grabbed the cuff of his shirt as he retreated in panic, stood on tiptoe, and pressed her lips to his again.
Yan hope froze. He opened his beautiful eyes wide and looked at her, wanting to speak, but A Heng made up her mind. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him even deeper with her cool lips.
With no way out, they exchanged toasts and drinks, their intoxication deepening.
The boy's pupils contracted, his eyes filled with her image.
Ah Heng's eyes were clear and bright, and she slightly covered her eyes and brows. With lightning speed, she pushed him away forcefully. In the darkness, she staggered to the sink, made a very obvious retching sound, quickly wiped her throat with her hand, felt nauseous, and vomited up the wine she had just drunk.
The boy turned on the light and saw that Ah Heng had vomited violently, her face flushed red, and the smell of alcohol in the bathroom suddenly became very strong.
He stepped forward and patted Aheng on the back, but Aheng choked on the remaining liquid in her mouth and coughed violently.
Yan hope helped her up, but Aheng slumped softly in his arms, her eyes half-open, her face flushed, seemingly too drunk to know anything.
The boy turned on the tap, scooped up some water with his hand, and sighed softly, "Aheng, open your mouth."
Ah Heng mumbled something in her sleep, then obediently opened her mouth and drank the water from his hand.
"Be good, rinse your mouth and spit it out." Yan hope gently patted her and coaxed her to spit out the water. He then took a clean tissue and wiped her mouth.
A glint of light flashed in Ah Heng's eyes, then he lowered his head and mumbled drunken ramblings.
Yan hope felt a mix of emotions.
He knew that Ah Heng was indeed drunk; otherwise, someone who was usually so calm would not have taken the initiative to kiss him.
However, I also feel that even when I was drunk, I cannot forgive myself for what I did to Aheng.
This is Aheng, not someone else. It cannot be fully summarized by the phrase "drunken promiscuity," nor can it be openly kissed just because it's a romantic relationship.
If Ah Heng hadn't been drunk at the time and had known that he had forcibly kissed her, given her personality, she would have maintained a rift with him for life. Perhaps, given the chance to be cold towards him, she would have never spoken to him again.
So, she felt a sense of relief that she was drunk.
He was filled with anxiety, thinking only that he had taken advantage of Aheng. After going around in circles, he never expected that he had also been taken advantage of by Aheng.
"Yanxi, are you alright? Did you throw up?" Siwan's clear voice came from outside the restroom.
"I'm fine, Aheng is drunk." Yan hope helped Aheng out, and Siwan's eyes widened in surprise.
"How did you get so drunk? Isn't Ah Heng supposed to be a good drinker?"
Yan hope shook his head – “I don’t know, he probably drank too much. I’ll take Aheng home first, you can tell Auntie and Grandpa.”
Siwan looked out the window—"It's snowing. She's so drunk, she'll easily catch a cold. Let's help Aheng back home first, let her rest for a while, and then we'll leave once she's sober. Uh, didn't she just throw up? Once the alcohol has dissipated, she'll sober up soon."
Outside the window, goose-feather-like snowflakes were already falling from the sky, but in just a short time, something seemed to have changed.
Yan hope was annoyed, but remained expressionless, nodded calmly, and helped Aheng back.
Siwan wanted to help, but Yanxi frowned imperceptibly, put his arm around Aheng, and walked even faster.
Si Wan smiled, his eyes and brows revealing his usual warm and gentlemanly demeanor, as if the person who had been at odds with Yan hope not long ago had never existed.
Ah Heng closed his eyes, somewhat troubled, wondering when would be the right time to wake up.
Yan hope is so thin, she was worried that her gravity would be too strong and she might accidentally push him back to the ground.
She returned to the noisy crowd, the atmosphere of the banquet still lively and harmonious, and she could still see clearly without opening her eyes.
Yan hope handed her over to her mother. Her mother held her hand; her palm was very warm.
She grumbled, "How did Ah Heng get so drunk? I should have known better than to let her drink. But Si Wan, you're only focused on drinking with Old Man Meng and don't even know how to help your sister."
Siwan was both amused and exasperated—Mom, you're the one who made me drink with Old Meng, so why is it all my fault that my sister got drunk?
Wen's mother was also annoyed—how could I have given birth to two such stubborn people? I asked you to accompany people for drinks and you actually did it from beginning to end. Ah Heng is the same, drinking one cup after another, no matter who asks you to drink, you just go and drink with a silly face.
As Aheng listened, she smiled. In a playful gesture, she wrapped her arms around her mother's neck, resting her head against her neck—"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy..."
Mother Wen felt sorry for her child—look what he'd drunk. "Aheng, does your stomach hurt? Tell Mommy, and Mommy will rub it for you."
Ah Heng smiled, tears welling up in her eyes—Mom, I feel so bad, so bad. If you hug me, I won't feel bad anymore.
Wen's mother was stunned, and her chest ached terribly.
It's as if someone ripped her heart out and then gave it back, but the wound can never truly heal.
She smiled, a smile so gentle and beautiful—"Okay, Mommy will hug you, Mommy will hug my little Aheng."
In an instant, her daughter seemed to shrink to a tiny, frail state, as if she couldn't survive without her care.
For the first time, I felt so cruel.
Aunt Sun, who was sitting at the same table, was envious—"Yunyi, you are so lucky to have a daughter in your family."
Wen's mother's eyes reddened, and her voice was tinged with sadness—"My Aheng is very good, but I haven't been good enough to her."
Aunt Sun was stunned for a moment before she smiled and said, "What are you saying? There's no such thing as who treats whom well or badly in a family. As a mother, you just need to make up your mind and treat the children impartially."
After thinking about it, Wen's mother felt even more ashamed. Looking at her daughter, her eyes showed even more pity.
The waiter brought over a cup of hangover tea, which Wen's mother fed to her daughter. Aheng rode the donkey downhill, where the hangover tea worked wonders, and she was "sobered up."
Aunt Sun, who always had a smile on her face, looked at Yan Xi, who was playing around with her son not far away and who was keeping a perfect balance at the banquet. She looked at Aheng with an ambiguous expression and said, "Yunyi, what are you still worried about? Your son is so good and your son-in-law is so outstanding. Just wait to enjoy your life."
Aheng blushed, remembering Yan hope's absurd behavior just now, and her lips went numb.
At the same table was a lady who was on good terms with the Meng family. She shook her head and said smugly, "Yunyi, I think you should let Aheng have less contact with Yanxi. The Meng family's daughter has taken a liking to him. Old Master Meng has always been very doting on his granddaughter, so he will definitely agree. Your family should not make a fool of itself later."
Both Wen's mother and Sun's mother looked displeased.
Listen to these words, it's as if everyone is afraid of the Meng family.
The Wen and Sun families were neighbors in the same garden and had always had a good relationship. However, Sun's mother disapproved of their fawning over the Meng family and scoffed, "That's not nice to hear. There's always a proper order to things, isn't there? Xiao Xi and A Heng have been engaged since childhood, so when did Miss Meng appear? Besides, what is the relationship between Elder Yan and Elder Wen, and what is their relationship with Elder Meng? It's hard to say who's closer and who's more distant."
Yan Lao and Wen Lao were lifelong, inseparable brothers, while Meng Lao came from a civilian background and had a sour temper, which the two generals looked down on.
The lady knew that what Sun's mother said was true, and feeling embarrassed, she changed the subject.
As the saying goes, three women make a drama, and many women make a TV series. Especially when this group of women are all knowledgeable and insightful, the drama becomes even more profound and extensive.
Ah Heng listened with great interest, recalling the times her father took her to teahouses, where some men from the neighboring town performed clapper talk and crosstalk.
The banquet, which was originally quite harmonious with everyone openly and subtly criticizing each other's husbands' political enemies and their families for murder without shedding blood, using elegant language and full of twists and turns, was suddenly disrupted by a discordant element.
This is Meng Limou, also known as Miss Meng.
Ah Heng was puzzled. This girl seemed to float out of nowhere, like a ghost.
She pointed at Aheng, her emotions running high, and angrily demanded, "Wen Heng, what exactly is your relationship with Yan hope? Why does everyone say you two are having an affair?"
Ah Heng is speechless. Girl, is that how you use the word "affair"?
Of course, the so-called "big shots" refers to the countless young masters, led by Sun Peng, who were always eager to stir up trouble and had suffered at the hands of Yan hope.
When Sun Shao saw Miss Li acting like a shrew, he smiled and pulled Yan Shao, who was struggling with the complex ethical dilemma of whether kissing his own daughter constituted incest or not. He said, "Yan Xi, your mistress is challenging the authority of your first wife. Are you going to uphold the dignity of the first wife or firmly abandon your old love and only love your new one?"
Yan Xiwang looked towards the distance, immediately vomited blood, and kicked out – Sun Da Niao, you just keep looking for trouble, I'll kill you sooner or later.
Sun Peng sighed helplessly ╮(╯_╰)╭——I don't know why, but whenever I see you smile, I feel uncomfortable all over.
Yan hope was annoyed—when did I ever laugh?
Sun Peng pinched his cheeks with both hands, continuing to smile—"You were blushing and grinning like an idiot for ages, do you think I'm blind?"
Yan hope spat and slapped his hand away—Damn it, why are your hands still as mischievous as they were when we were kids!
He loved pinching my face when I was little, what a jerk!
He rolled his eyes, turned around, and strode towards the table where Aheng was.
Now, Comrade Tanuki was looking heartbroken—"Wen Heng, wake up! You are not good enough for Yan Xi. Although Si Wan and Yan Xi are good friends, you can't use that to seduce Yan Xi. Listen to me, happiness gained through seduction is not true happiness."
Ah Heng pursed her lips, smiled, and spoke to the raccoon girl, "Miss Meng, are you thirsty? You've been asking for so long."
He slowly handed me a glass of water.