Chapter 321: Shen Chi, Deeply in Love with Xu Chaomu

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The snow in Paris had begun to melt, and the sun lazily shone on the ground, casting a lustrous sheen on the white snow.

The biting wind was still blowing, cutting across faces like a knife.

The number of pedestrians on the streets was gradually increasing, but most were hurrying on their way.

Shen Chi arrived in Paris, and after preliminarily concluding the project negotiations, it was already the evening of the second day.

The other party had booked a banquet and insisted on drinking and chatting with Shen Chi at the dinner table.

“President Shen, we are the hosts today, so let me toast you first,” said the man in a suit as he came over, insisting on filling Shen Chi’s glass to the brim.

“If President Pei toasts me, of course I can’t refuse. Allow me to drink first as a sign of respect,” Shen Chi replied.

After speaking, Shen Chi tilted his head back and downed the glass of wine in one go.

“Oh, is this the President Shen of Shen Group? Fame really does fall short of meeting such a man in person.”

A woman in a red low-cut evening gown approached and sidled up to Shen Chi.

The woman, in her twenties, had her hair coiled into a bun, looking capable and shrewd, yet seductively charming.

“Hello, Miss Jiang.” Shen Chi slightly hooked his lips with a faint smile.

“I’ve long heard of your reputation, and I must toast you first. Seeing you today, President Shen truly lives up to being the prince in countless young girls’ hearts; even I find myself quite smitten after meeting you,” she said.

The woman had a good tolerance for alcohol as she unhesitatingly gulped down her drink.

“Miss Jiang is joking,” Shen Chi said.

Then Shen Chi downed another strong drink.

A little while later, several people from the cooperating party came over to toast Shen Chi.

Shen Chi’s assistant hurriedly interjected, “President Shen, if you’re not feeling well, please go and rest in the suite. Just a few days ago, back home, you ended up in the hospital after drinking, and this is no joke. The doctor said you can’t drink anymore.”

“Not drink? Then why don’t you tell me whether we still need this project or not?” Shen Chi said, his face as cold as frost.

“President Shen, but how can your body take this? Besides, if we can’t reach an agreement on the project, then let’s not talk about it.

Shen Chi retorted sharply, “Is that something you should be saying? The things I, Shen Chi, have lost, I will take back one by one!”

“President Shen…”

“Enough!”

Shen Chi no longer paid him any heed. He needed a large sum of money. Only with sufficient funding could he stand against Shen Shihan.

Otherwise, for such a project, there would be no need for Shen Chi to personally conduct the negotiations!

After about an hour of drinking, Shen Chi’s head began to throb with pain, a persistent issue recently.

Several vice presidents came over to relentlessly coax Shen Chi into drinking more: “President Shen, come on, do us the honor, one more drink!”

Honor had to be given, and so Shen Chi drank it all down in one gulp.

After a while, some people brought over a few voluptuous women.

The women sprawled beside the men, their seductive hands holding wine glasses as they joined the drinking.

Suddenly, the banquet descended into chaos.

Shen Chi’s head was splitting with pain, and just as he finally decided to leave, a sharp pain twisted in his stomach.

“President Shen, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell again? Is it serious?” the assistant rushed over to ask.

“It’s nothing, just an old issue,” Shen Chi replied.

“How can you call it an old issue? You didn’t have this problem six months ago.”

“If I say it’s nothing, then it’s nothing! What’s with all the nonsense!” Shen Chi snapped, irate.

The assistant’s face fell, and he fell silent, not daring to speak further.

He was only looking out for Shen Chi’s well-being. In the past six months, Shen Chi had either been hospitalized for gastric bleeding or suffered from severe headaches that kept him awake all night.

He had lost weight, and naturally, his temper had become increasingly irritable.

Enduring the pain, Shen Chi once again joined the partners for drinks.

Thus, forcing himself to persevere until midnight, the assistant finally dragged the heavily drunken Shen Chi back to the hotel.

“I have never seen someone drink like this, as if they have a death wish,” the assistant muttered softly.

He helped Shen Chi into the suite, and as soon as they were inside, Shen Chi made his way to the bathroom to throw up non-stop.

“Chaomu… Mumu…”

“President Shen, what did you say?” the assistant asked, not catching the words clearly.

After vomiting for a while, Shen Chi turned the faucet on full blast and held onto the sink, his face twisted in agony.

The sharp suit he wore was crumpled as he propped himself up on the sink’s edge, heavily intoxicated.

“Mumu, Mumu…”

“President Shen, I’ll get you a glass of water.”

“Why did you leave me without saying a word, Mumu…”

Shen Chi was overcome with grief. Six months had passed, and the anguish hadn’t lessened at all; it had only intensified with time.

In the still of the night, her voice would always echo in his ears.

She called him “Fourth Brother,” her laughter carefree and hearty…

Yet now, she had vanished forever from his world…

For the rest of his life, he would never see her again.

Never again would there be someone following behind him, teasingly saying, “Fourth Brother, play with me for a while…”

“Fourth Brother, I can’t figure out this problem again…”

“Fourth Brother, let’s take Dabai out for a walk…”

“Fourth Brother, why are you so annoying…” n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

A knife-like pain gripped his chest. Clutching his chest, his other hand tightly gripped the edge of the sink.

It wasn’t just his chest; his stomach was churning with unbearable pain.

His knuckles turned white as he grasped the sink, and his face was devoid of color!

“Mumu…”

His brow furrowed deeply, and with one vomit, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood!

When the assistant arrived, he was so shocked his eyes bulged, and the glass he was holding fell to the floor. He immediately rushed to dial emergency number 120.

Shen Chi’s face was extremely pale; by the time the doctor arrived, he had no strength left.

“Doctor, what’s wrong with our president?”

“To drink to this state, I preliminarily suspect gastric bleeding,” said the doctor.

“Alas, he just got out of the hospital a few days ago. This…”

“He just got out of the hospital and started drinking again? He really doesn’t care about his life. Let me tell you, unless he rests properly in the hospital this time, I can’t guarantee he’ll survive,” the doctor warned.

The assistant was almost in tears; Shen Chi was stubborn and listened to no one.

After Shen Chi was taken to the hospital, the assistant made a call to Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo was his mentor who had always been with him during his time at Shen’s.

“Master, how have you been over there?” the assistant asked.

“Fine, fine, why the sudden phone call? It’s late at night there, isn’t it?” Xiao Mo replied.

“Yeah. You see, didn’t I just tell you a few days ago about President Shen being in the hospital? Well, today he drank too much again, and now he’s in the hospital. Master, what should we do?”

“President Shen didn’t say anything?”

“He just said the project was important, and that a little drinking is nothing.”

“What else?”

“That’s… all. Oh, it seems that every time President Shen gets drunk, he calls out a name.”

“What name?”

“Chaomu.”

On the other end of the line, Xiao Mo went silent for a moment, holding the phone without speaking.

Shen Chi truly loved Xu Chaomu to death.

“Master, who exactly is Chaomu? I’ve never heard of her before.”

“President Shen’s most beloved woman.”

“What? President Shen’s most beloved woman? I’ve never heard of her, so where is she now?”

“You think I came to Sumatra Island for what?”