Hate The Bright Moon Chapter 84

Chapter 88

In the bar, brilliant neon lights cut sharp beams of light in the swirling fog. The noisy voices were muffled by the music. Dancers in cool clothes on the T stage danced wildly to the rhythm. People were drunk, carousing, and living in a state of intoxication.

In a hidden booth in the corner, there were several people sitting scattered with different expressions, but they couldn’t help but look at the man wearing a mask at the back one after another.

They had all seen the man’s online pictures due to Wu Duan’s bragging.Everyone knows that online pictures are highly polished and not that trustworthy.But at this time, the other person’s lower half of his face was covered, the lighting was ambiguous, and he was sitting in a corner. It was difficult to completely match the real person with the photo. Judging from the exposed eyebrows and the overall atmosphere, he was indeed handsome.

Wu Duan intercepted the inquiring eyes of his friends and began to introduce them to Chi Huang one by one.

After introducing this side, he introduced Chi Huang: “There is no need to say more about him. I have told you before.”

Someone wanted to see his face, but they couldn’t say it clearly, so they said politely: “Take off your mask when you drink in a while. No one will see you in this corner.”

Wu Duan quickly stopped him: “If you are seen, can you take responsibility?” In order to prevent them from saying anything to make Chi Huang unhappy, Wu Duan quickly advised his friends, “Call the bar, I’ll treat you tonight, and we can have fun.”

The waiter came over and everyone ordered some drinks and food. Someone came over and asked Chi Huang what he wanted to drink.

He said: “I don’t drink, don’t worry about me.”

“You don’t drink? This is a bar, why don’t you drink?”

Before Chi Huang could speak, Wu Duan defended himself: “If he doesn’t drink, just drink more.”

After ordering drinks and snacks, some people took out their mobile phones to take pictures, but Wu Duan stopped them: “We have agreed in advance that we cannot take pictures.”

“I take pictures of the fruit plate…”

“No. I’ll say it again, you’re not allowed to take out your cell phone tonight.”

This person was very dissatisfied: “What do you mean, Wu Duan, we have known each other for such a long time, do you still doubt that we will take secret photos?”

“It’s not doubtful. I said it in advance. This is a game where you don’t touch your mobile phone.” Wu Duan insisted on Chi Huang’s principle.

Someone quickly tried to smooth things over: “Forget it, it’s rare for Wu Duan to be generous, so we won’t kill him severely.”

“Now that he has the backing of a ‘financial master’, he is not afraid of being slaughtered.”

Everyone started joking and the slightest disagreement was over.Wu Duan is very happy today. He is usually lively and can create atmosphere, but the atmosphere tonight is even better.

Ichiko sat silently aside, a little out of place.If someone offered him a drink, he would politely refuse. If he tried to persuade him again, Wu Duan would come over to help him push away or block the drink.

As the protagonist today, Wu Duan was given a lot of wine.He knew that some of these “friends” were deliberately feeding him.Normally he would get angry and curse, but today not only did he not curse, but he drank whenever he was persuaded.What he felt from the not-too-excessive malice was the envy and jealousy of others. This feeling made him feel as if he was standing on a stage under the spotlight, his expression wandering.

This erraticness was also due to the fact that he was drunk.

In one game, he lost again.After drinking a few drinks, he felt a little tired, so he handed the glass to Chi Huang and said coquettishly, “I can’t drink any more. Can you help me with this glass?”

Chi Huang looked at him and said nothing.

Wu Duan waited for two seconds.Between being embarrassed in front of his friends and forcing Chi Huang, he chose to be embarrassed. Besides, he had plenty of face today and could afford to be embarrassed.

Just as he was about to withdraw the wine glass, Chi Huang suddenly took it and, under everyone’s surprised eyes, took off his mask and helped him drink it down.

Amid the enthusiastic cheers, Chi Huang touched Wu Duan’s head: “You are already drunk, drink less.”

After drinking a glass of wine, Chi Huang sat back in his corner.

He sat quietly in the shadow where the neon light did not reach, but he was still distinct and abrupt.He was clearly among the liveliest crowd, yet he was still alienated and lonely.His eyes were so hot and crowded, but there was only a little emptiness in his eyes.The void was like a black hole, with a dark storm swallowing some inside, but it was so silent that there was no sound.

Wu Duan was completely drunk. He handed over the second glass of wine, and Chi Huang drank it for him.

Seeing how close the two were, someone finally started to point out the obvious answer, confirming that their relationship was more than just friends.Wu Duan just smiled and shook his head, insisting that they were just friends.

The third glass of wine was handed to Chi Huang.Wu Duan, who had drunk too much, cuddled up to him, and his slurred speech made his words even sweeter and more ambiguous: “My dear, give me one more drink at the end, I’m really going to die soon.”

Chi Huang took the wine glass, raised it over Wu Duan’s head, and poured the entire glass of wine down.

The clear yellow wine flowed down Wu Duan’s face along his hair, condensing the smile on his lips.

There was silence in the booth, and Chi Huang stood up and left.

Wu Duan had no time to react and sobered up from drinking, so he got up and chased after him.

He jogged and followed Chi Huang’s pace, apologizing profusely.Seeing that Chi Huang ignored him and didn’t slow down, he quickly ran forward to stop him.Chi Huang grabbed one of his arms and lifted him two meters away.

When Wu Duan chased him out again, Chi Huang had already gotten into the car and left.

He also quickly stopped a car and asked the driver to follow him. He kept calling Chi Huang in the car.

When Chi Huang didn’t answer the phone, he sent voice messages until the chat box was filled with his apologies.

After arriving at Chi Huang’s house and following him upstairs, Wu Duan begged outside the door: “I’m sorry, I know I was wrong. I will never let you go to that kind of place or drink again in the future. Please forgive me this time, okay…”

Begging was useless. He started to cry and kept crying for more than ten minutes. Chi Huang opened the door.

Wu Duan finally had a glimmer of hope in his eyes and apologized to Chi Huang desperately.

But he only saw Chi Huang piling all the gifts for him at the door, looking down at him: “Take your things and get out of here, don’t let me see you again.”

Wu Duan’s mouth was half open. He didn’t expect Chi Huang’s face to change so quickly.But now this face was so expressionless and cold that it made his hair stand on end. He had never seen it before, and he had never even thought about it.

Then he felt a deeply insulted anger: “Do you think I’m with you for this?” He pointed at the pile of luxury goods that were still unopened.

Chi Huang didn’t say anything, opened the package, took out the Hermès bag that Wu Duan couldn’t bear to carry, cut a big slit with scissors, and threw it outside the door.

Wu Duan’s eyes followed the package in an arc, feeling like he had been stabbed in the heart.

Followed by wallets, necklaces, clothes… Chi Huang threw the torn, torn, torn pieces out the door one by one.

Wu Duan stared and shouted: “Madman, you madman, you are crazy!”

“Get out! Get the hell out of here!” Chi Huang threw all the things on Wu Duan, pushed him to stagger, and slammed the door hard.

He wiped a handful of hair back on his head and struggled in the room like a trapped animal, roaring: “You ugly things, cowardly bastards, hypocritical and selfish, I hate you, I hate all of you, get out of here…”

He overturned the sofa, kicked down the coffee table, lifted the TV and smashed it into pieces. He dropped it all the way to the fish tank and found that the ornamental fish that had been swimming around in the morning had turned over and were dead.

Chi Huang stared at the dead fish for a long time, wondering why he couldn’t feed it?He bought them the best tanks, the best temperature controllers, the best spotlights, and the best food, but they still died one after another. What number was this?He could no longer remember the number.Staring until his eyes were sore and painful, he picked up the fish from the water, threw it to the ground, and stomped it to pieces.

After venting to exhaustion, he leaned behind the door, slid down slowly, sat on the ground, folded his arms, and buried his face deeply in his arms, still murmuring and repeating: “…I hate you, I hate you…I hate you…”