Rejected Beauty Practices the Villain Play-Chapter 900 - 875: Drunkard

How can one not feel distressed about having a blank memory? He has wandered, feared, and felt heartbroken. Everyone has a past, everyone has memories. He seems like the one misfit among the masses. He doesn’t know where he came from or where he’s going. Everything familiar has to be told by others. He doesn’t know if he’s loved anyone, if he’s ever had regrets, or if there’s anything he’s been hung up on. He doesn’t even know if there’s someone important waiting for him to regain his memory. Everything is blank for him, and he is skeptical about everything. He only trusts himself.

Someone claims to be his father. There is a resemblance between their eyes and eyebrows. His father shows a tinge of love despite his sternness, but he mostly has expectations of him. It feels as if he is afraid of him remembering something, persistently asking if he recalls anything. There is warmth, though not much. He believes the man is his father, but he does not trust the man.

Someone else claims to be his mother, crying with teary eyes. He can see the care in his mother’s eyes, but like his father, she seems afraid of him remembering something, wanting the status quo to remain. In this world, he doesn’t know whom he can trust and can only rely on his instincts to judge right from wrong. He even rejects forming any emotional bonds with anyone because he’s afraid that in that blank memory, he might have lost someone or something more important than life.

He feels very sad!

But he is powerless.

He secretly sought out a doctor, who said he had suffered a severe impact and had blood clots in his head that were hard to dissolve. His memory was damaged, and it could only heal with time, without being rushed.

He relaxed, traveled around without a care, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t retrieve his memory. How could he not feel sad? The beauty before him was the first to care about his feelings.

"It’s not sad!" Fang Chuning was not used to opening up to strangers, "The past is the past; start anew. There’s nothing to be sad about; life has to go on."

"That’s quite carefree." Xie Jue took a sip of wine, "I also wish I could forget the past; if I could forget, it would be nice to be a clueless fool."

Fang Chuning frowned, not knowing why he found Xie Jue’s words a bit sorrowful.

"You’re a strange one, aren’t you? Everyone else would want to hold onto their memories tightly, yet you want to discard them. Did the past embarrass you so much that you want to abandon it?"

"Yes!" Xie Jue said, "A broken home, a lost love—what’s there to linger over?"

Fang Chuning thought to himself, is it really so tragic?

No wonder he’s so erratic; he’s been through too much sorrow. With this in mind, Fang Chuning didn’t know what to say. Xie Jue kept him company, drinking wine together, unknowingly having two bowls.

After two bowls of Nu’er Hong, he slammed his head onto the table and fell into a deep sleep.

Fang Chuning incredulously prodded his shoulder, "Xie Tingfeng? Are you alright? Hey, if you’re going to sleep here, I won’t be responsible for you. Stop pretending."

Xie Jue couldn’t hold his liquor; when drunk, he sleeps and usually can’t be awakened unless he wakes up on his own. Fang Chuning laughed in exasperation, "Is this even possible?"

He called over the shopkeeper, "This guy’s drunk, I don’t know him, just leave him here, but I’m taking the Nu’er Hong with me."

"Wait!" The shopkeeper was alarmed, grabbing Fang Chuning as if he were an irresponsible man abandoning someone, "I don’t know him either. If something happens while he’s here, I can’t bear the responsibility. You brought him here; you take him away!"

"But I don’t know him~!"

"I don’t know him either!" The shopkeeper argued, looking down on Fang Chuning. "You’ve been trying to get Nu’er Hong here for months without success, and now, when someone’s gotten it for you, you’re abandoning them. I’ve never seen someone so heartless. Do you think my barrel of Nu’er Hong is so easy to take?"

Fang Chuning was utterly confused, "What does this have to do with me? It’s not like I forced him to beg for it. I really don’t know him."

"What’s his name?" The shopkeeper pointed at Xie Jue.

"Xie Tingfeng!"

The shopkeeper clapped his hands, "Alright then, I don’t even know his name. You take him away, don’t leave him here to mess up my business, or you’ll never drink any more of my family’s Nu’er Hong again."

The shopkeeper flounced away. Fang Chuning, being naturally rebellious, was more inclined to do what he wasn’t supposed to, but the shopkeeper’s last words stopped him. He still wanted to drink Luoying Inn’s Nu’er Hong, and it would be a loss if he couldn’t drink it anymore.

"Fine, for the sake of Nu’er Hong, I’ll reluctantly take care of you."

After drinking wine, Fang Chuning supported Xie Jue, who seemed very delicate but wasn’t light at all. He was also trained in martial arts. Holding him down the stairs wasn’t difficult, but it felt awkward for some reason. Xie Jue was drunk and unconscious, leaning quietly on his shoulder. Fang Chuning only had to turn his head to see Xie Jue’s face, and inadvertently, Xie Jue’s lips brushed against his hair, causing Fang Chuning to tremble all over and feel very uncomfortable.

Knowing that Xie Jue had a tangled relationship with the infamous Fang Chuning, he felt even more embarrassed, as if he were holding a hot potato. Such intimacy was inappropriate.

Having finally managed to get him onto the carriage, Fang Chuning breathed a sigh of relief. No sooner had he sat down than Xie Jue rolled over, sleeping on his lap. Fang Chuning froze, wide-eyed, almost kicking Xie Jue out.

Never mind, what’s the point in arguing with a drunkard?

The carriage smoothly left Yangzhou City, heading towards Lu Liu Villa. Fang Chuning focused on enjoying the scenery, but such peace couldn’t last long. Xie Jue didn’t sleep well, perhaps feeling sick from the alcohol. The jostling of the carriage made it worse, so he turned over and hugged Fang Chuning’s waist.

Fang Chuning, "..."