Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1236: The Drunkard Is Gone

Watching him grow thinner by the day, Qing Yi felt both scared and helpless.

"Xiaohan, how about I make you a bowl of noodles?"

Qing Yi crouched by the bedside, his large hand stroking the drunkard’s head, watching him, a puppet-like shell without a soul, as his heart bled.

He thought the drunkard wouldn’t respond, but unexpectedly, the drunkard slowly placed his hand over his own chest, gazing into the air, and murmuring:

"...Shh, don’t make a sound, listen."

His voice was very soft, not just because his body was weak and powerless, but as if he feared startling something.

Qing Yi was taken aback, "...What?"

"Brother, he’s calling me."

"...Who?" Qing Yi’s voice trembled, eyes filled with fear. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

The hand on the drunkard’s cold forehead stiffened.

"He’s calling me..." He continued to stare into the air, his eyes hollow.

"Xiaohan, don’t scare me. What’s wrong? What are you talking about?"

"Brother, is there roast chicken? I want to eat roast chicken," he suddenly asked.

"Yes, I’ll go buy it for you. I’ll go buy it right now." Hearing that he wanted to eat, Qing Yi joyfully agreed.

"Wait for me, I’ll go buy it right away and be back soon. Be good and take a nap first," Qing Yi said as he hurriedly stood up.

Suddenly, mentioning roast chicken brought the drunkard back to his senses, his lost eyes moving.

Just as Qing Yi was turning to leave, the drunkard suddenly grabbed his hand.

"What’s wrong?" Qing Yi turned back.

"Brother, where is Jun Moyan? And that girl with him?" The drunkard looked at him and asked.

At that moment, he appeared sober.

"Third Young Master went to find Miss Wen, in the Holy City." Qing Yi answered without much doubt.

"Holy City..." The drunkard’s eyes flickered slightly.

"Yes, you rest first, I’ll go get you roast chicken."

"Okay." The drunkard stared into the air, absentmindedly nodding.

"Do you want anything else?"

"No."

"Good, I’ll be back soon."

Qing Yi gently placed the hand grabbing him back under the blanket, tucked him in, and then touched his forehead before leaving.

Qing Yi took the keys and went out. Before leaving, he took another concerned look at the drunkard on the bed.

And the moment Qing Yi closed the door, the drunkard looked over...

An hour later, Qing Yi returned with roast chicken in the fastest time possible.

With his heart set on someone, he almost ran up the stairs.

In the corridor, his footsteps grew faster and clearer.

"Click"

It was the sound of a doorknob being turned.

"Xiaohan, I bought..."

The next moment, the joy on Qing Yi’s face suddenly froze.

He stood at the doorway, looking at the empty bed, panic filling his heart in an instant.

"...Xiaohan?"

Qing Yi called out again, stepping inside.

But the only response was the coldness of the room.

"Xiaohan?"

Qing Yi forced himself to remain calm, going to the bathroom, but still, he was nowhere to be found.

He ran to the balcony, the closet room, but all were empty.

"Xiaohan?"

He raised his voice, shouting again into the empty room.

"Xiaohan? Where are you?"

Qing Yi’s handsome face, now gaunt from worry, turned pale.

Hurriedly, he took out his phone and dialed the drunkard’s number.

The ringing filled the room, and Qing Yi was stunned.

Following the sound, his panicked gaze fell on the bed.

The phone kept ringing from inside the blankets, his fear and unease growing stronger.

He took a few steps forward and swiftly lifted the covers.

The drunkard’s phone lay conspicuously on the bed.

He didn’t take his phone...

A foreboding feeling surged into his mind.