DF Chapter 104

Chapter 104 Do you really think people can’t tell you’re drinking heavily because you can’t sleep?

Chapter 104 Do you really think people can’t tell you’re drinking heavily because you can’t sleep?

Song Ji’an woke up the next day at one in the afternoon.

She didn’t have much of a hangover headache, but her brain was still a little groggy. Her memories of last night were a blur, with only occasional fragments flashing.

The cruise ship was still at sea. They had approached Honningsvåg, the northernmost city in Europe. In that vast, lonely sea, icebergs appeared one after another, floating on the surface, making those who passed through feel as if they had entered another magical world.

Song Ji’an turned her head to look out the window. Her curtains had been carefully drawn, leaving only a slight gap. There was little light in the suite, which made the small patch of uncovered window appear even brighter.

She squinted and scanned past those icebergs, her mind blank again. Perhaps people were simply unable to think about anything in such beautiful scenery, wanting only to capture it all with their eyes.

The ringing of the telephone in the room broke the silence. Song Ji’an rolled over in bed and picked up the receiver of the landline on the bedside table.

“Song Ji’an, are you still alive?” Sheng Jia’s hazy voice came from the other end of the receiver, without much emotion and with a hint of sarcasm.

Song Ji’an was puzzled, unsure where this nameless fire came from, and lazily retorted, “Do you think I’m still alive?”

The sound that came out of her mouth startled her, so hoarse it was as if wood were rubbing against rough stone.

“Doesn’t sound like you’re living very well,” Sheng Jia laughed on the other end of the line, her tone a bit cold. “Do you remember what you did yesterday?”

“Did what?” Song Ji’an asked subconsciously.

“Check your phone.” Sheng Jia left these words and hung up.

Song Ji’an lay in bed looking at the ceiling, a bad feeling welling up in her heart.

But no matter how hard she tried to think, she couldn’t remember what she had done. Her memory only went as far as when she exposed Ellie and then took the elevator back to her room.

The phone became the thing she least wanted to touch but had to touch at that moment, and after struggling in her heart, she finally picked it up from the bedside table.

Before boarding the ship, she and Sheng Jia had finally added each other on WeChat for easy contact, but because the two of them had hardly been apart, even if there was something to discuss, they would just call each other. The chat interface was unusually clean.

But now, the other side had sent over a 300-megabyte audio file, named with a string of garbled characters. Song Ji’an silently clicked play.

The audio contained the sound of water, followed by the sound of something falling on the carpet.

“Ouch, Sheng Jia, can you even help someone up?”

This voice was too familiar. Song Ji’an heard it every day, but she swore she had never accused Sheng Jia so viciously, not even when they argued in the villa.

“You were the one who said two minutes ago that you wanted to walk by yourself and didn’t want me to help you,” Sheng Jia’s voice was unusually tired, and she wasn’t even angry at her rudeness.

“Really? When did I say that? How come I don’t remember?”

What a shameless three-pronged question and buck-passing!

Song Ji’an’s face flushed as she listened, her fingertips trembling on the screen, ready to press pause at any moment.

But what she found even more unbelievable was yet to come.

“Huh? Sheng Jia, your face changed again. Didn’t you just smile at me and wish me a good dream? Now your face is a little dark.”

“You really are a master of face-changing,” the Song Ji’an in the recording teased. “How come I never noticed that your expressions are actually so rich?”

“Really?” Sheng Jia asked coldly, “Then what am I usually like?”

“Hehehe,” Song Ji’an only laughed and didn’t speak, but this conveyed the meaning even more than speaking.

Of course, the drunken Song Ji’an not only wanted to laugh, she also wanted to add fuel to the fire, “I still won’t say it, because you’ll definitely be unhappy if I do.”

Sheng Jia: “…”

There was a twenty-second silence in the recording. The Song Ji’an outside the recording, lying on the bed, rarely covered her ears with a pillow and also fell silent.

“Song Ji’an, do you know you almost threw up on me just now?” Sheng Jia asked slowly.

“Did I? Let me see?” The sound of the bed creaking came from the recording.

“Song Ji’an!” Immediately following was Sheng Jia’s angry voice, “Did I allow you to touch me randomly? You don’t let me touch you, but you can touch me randomly?”

“Didn’t you ask me to see what kind of mess I made?” Song Ji’an’s voice was even louder than hers, “I looked, but you were unhappy again. Why are you so hard to please?”

“I’m hard to please?” Sheng Jia sneered, “Who was it who poured hangover soup down your throat after you got drunk at the bar? Who was it who closed the door for you when you staggered back to your own room from my room, completely deranged? Who was it who took you to the bathroom when you kept yelling that you wanted to throw up and almost got puked on? I almost poured mouthwash down your throat for you. Who’s taking care of whom?”

It was the first time Song Ji’an had seen Sheng Jia so angry. The girl, who had been scolding herself repeatedly in her heart, nodded fiercely and agreed with Sheng Jia’s point of view, feeling that she in the recording was indeed very unreasonable. She also understood where the tiredness in Sheng Jia’s tone came from. She pinched her already red earlobes a little embarrassedly, and then realized that this wasn’t even the most unreasonable part.

“Oh, I’m so sleepy,” the Song Ji’an in the recording immediately took the means of changing the subject when she couldn’t win the argument. The sound of the bedsprings rang out, obviously she had thrown herself hard into the soft bed. “Sheng Jia, is there anything else? I want to sleep. I think I’m already asleep. I’m entering a dream… Wow, it’s so beautiful around here, who are you? Are you the Ice Queen? Why are you standing by my bed?”

Sheng Jia: “…”

Sheng Jia’s patience had reached its limit. She took a deep breath and threw the goose down quilt hard on Song Ji’an.

“Thank you for covering me with the quilt, Ice Queen, you’re so nice.”

Song Ji’an accepted it well and covered herself tightly with the quilt.

The sound of Sheng Jia’s footsteps seemed to come from the room, followed by the sound of the door opening. Then Song Ji’an heard Sheng Jia say meaningfully and coldly, “You just sleep then, you better dare to come see me tomorrow.”

Song Ji’an, who didn’t know what she would be facing tomorrow: “Okay, Ice Queen, have a good dream.”

The recording ended here.

Song Ji’an’s heart was as cold as the iceberg outside the window.

She threw her phone aside and lay on the bed, her heart ashen and peaceful.

Maybe she shouldn’t see her after all, she might as well just jump off the deck.

Over the years, Song Ji’an had not been defeated by difficulties, had not been defeated by tribulations, had not been defeated by work, but now she had been defeated by this little audio clip.

She had never been drunk in front of others, so she didn’t know that she was so… indescribable after getting drunk.

But no matter how embarrassed and ashamed, the person she should meet, she still had to meet.

The cruise ship would dock in Kirkenes tomorrow, and after getting off the ship, they would go to the island. Hilda would definitely give them an answer today.

And this answer came very quickly. Hilda invited the two to dinner at the restaurant at four o’clock in the afternoon, saying that she had caught king crab while sea fishing yesterday, and invited Sheng Jia and Song Ji’an to eat together, but everyone knew that a day was enough for Hilda to make a decision, and this was not a simple dinner.

Song Ji’an glanced at the watch, struggled to get up to take a shower and change clothes, and then arrived at the sky restaurant on the thirteenth floor on time at three thirty.

Hilda wasn’t there. The waiter led her forward, and Sheng Jia was already sitting by the window.

A beam of sunlight happened to fall on her shoulders outside the window, making the shirt she was wearing emit a fine shimmer.

Today, she had rarely devoted herself to work, but instead ordered a coffee and dessert, and was leisurely looking at the scenery outside the window.

Song Ji’an observed her for a while behind her, unable to tell if she was angry. The waiter behind her saw that she was standing still and didn’t urge her, but took a few steps back.

“What are you doing standing here? Not going to sit down?”

Before Song Ji’an could sit down, Sheng Jia turned her head sensitively.

There was no expression on her face, but there was no pressure in her eyes either, and there was no difference from usual.

But after meeting her gaze, Song Ji’an breathed a sigh of relief, and the embarrassment that had been weighing on her heart disappeared.

Because she could see that Sheng Jia didn’t take last night seriously at all, and was probably just a little annoyed by her unreasonable behavior and came to take revenge a little.

“Sheng Jia, good afternoon.”

So Song Ji’an sat down opposite her and greeted her with a smile.

“I’m not Sheng Jia,” Sheng Jia said, holding her coffee, responding in a strange tone, “I’m Sheng ‘Master of Face-Changing, Ice Queen’ Jia, right? The name you gave me yesterday, why aren’t you calling me that today?”

“Really?” Song Ji’an looked at her with clear eyes, “But these two names suit you so well, they make you look particularly powerful.”

“Oh? Particularly powerful? How so?” Sheng Jia raised her eyelids and glanced at her, her face full of “let’s see how you make this up” expression.

“Yes, Master of Face-Changing means you’re quick and agile, and you have a masterful control over your facial expressions. Ice Queen means I think you’re strong, as solid as ice and snow, and the entire sea is your kingdom, and you must have a broad mind.” Song Ji’an blurted out.

“Stop,” Sheng Jia stopped her flattery, “Don’t try to butter me up, your skin is a little thicker than I thought, you’re not as dejected as you were when you first came out.”

Song Ji’an smiled, returned to normal, and looked down at the menu in her hand, checking off a few seafood dishes on the tablet. She answered frankly, “Before I came, I thought you specifically asked me to recall what I did last night, and you’d definitely laugh at me all the way here. But then I realized that you didn’t really care much, you just deliberately wanted to make me nervous all the way.”

“If you’re not angry, what’s there for me to be embarrassed about?”

She looked up at Sheng Jia as she said this.

Speaking of it, she and Sheng Jia had long witnessed each other’s most embarrassing moments. The two had even once had such an ugly falling out. After reuniting, they had ruthlessly exposed each other’s most secret and guilty past. Having experienced even more embarrassing things, what was this little embarrassment?

To a large extent, they had no greater face to lose to each other, so they were unconcerned.

Song Ji’an guessed that this was also why she would turn into that appearance in front of Sheng Jia after getting drunk.

Except for Sheng Jia, no one else could make her feel safe enough to have a drunken tantrum.

This was perhaps also a kind of tacit understanding.

“But Sheng Jia,” Song Ji’an put the tablet face down, her eyes falling on the ray of sunlight on her shoulder, she said softly, “Thank you for taking care of me last night.”

Sheng Jia chuckled and bluntly exposed her, “You should think clearly about how to sleep without relying on alcohol in the future.”

“Do you really think people can’t tell you’re drinking heavily because you can’t sleep?”