My Super Beautiful Lady Boss
Chapter 511 - 511 510 He Xia's Past

511: Chapter 510: He Xia’s Past 511: Chapter 510: He Xia’s Past The dim lighting in the couples’ room softly illuminated their faces, while He Xia’s mood seemed rather low, drinking one glass after another.

In the blink of an eye, a bottle was empty.

“Get another bottle.”

“You shouldn’t drink anymore.

If you get home late, Big Master will have something to say,”

Su Xuan advised.

“Don’t defend him in front of me!”

Suddenly, He Xia’s voice rose sharply.

He Xia took Su Xuan’s phone that was on the table, dialed a number.

“Hello, Zhentian, it’s my best friend’s birthday tonight, I’ll be out late, will come back tomorrow morning.

You go to sleep early.”

After ending the call, He Xia threw the phone onto Su Xuan’s face, muttering, “There’s not a single good man!”

Normally gentle and demure at home, He Xia now showed another side in front of Su Xuan.

“Yes, yes, men are no good.”

To prevent He Xia from causing trouble while drunk, he could only nod repeatedly.

Gulp!

Another drink was swallowed down, to Su Xuan’s concern: such behavior couldn’t be good for her body.

He Xia suddenly lifted her head, her face flushed from the alcohol, and asked, “What do you think about Wei Zhentian?”

Su Xuan didn’t understand her meaning, blinked, and remained silent.

“I’m asking you, I want to hear the truth!”

Possibly because of the alcohol, He Xia’s emotions fluctuated wildly, making it difficult for Su Xuan to respond.

“Big Master is a good man, honorable, just.”

Su Xuan gestured with a thumbs up.

“Hehe, do you know what he means in his own eyes?”

He Xia picked up a wine glass intending to drink more; Su Xuan quickly took it away.

“Give it to me!”

Unable to argue with her, Su Xuan had to let go.

He Xia stared at Su Xuan, saying, “You say he’s honorable because men stick together like stink.”

Having shouted spiritedly earlier, He Xia now seemed tired as she said, “I’m from a rural family.

I went to work in the city at twenty, hoping to give my parents a better life.

But one night as I was coming home from work, some thugs cornered me in an alley wanting to, and then Wei Zhentian happened to pass by and rescued me.”

“Hmm.”

Su Xuan nodded in agreement, having heard the story before.

“My family might be rural, but my brother got into the bad habit of gambling, running up a debt of 800,000.

Even if they killed our entire family, we couldn’t gather that much money.

In the end, it was Wei Zhentian who helped us pay, and I remember all the good he did for me.”

“Another drink.”

He Xia, holding an empty cup, said to Su Xuan, who hurried to pour for her.

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face, as if she truly returned to that unbearable time.

“It’s okay, it’s all in the past.”

Su Xuan stood up, walked over, and gently stroked her head.

Hehehe, over?

Can it really be over?

Back then, Wei Zhentian was just a minor gang leader.

Because he offended someone, my parents, my brother, were all killed overnight, and I nearly cried my eyes out,”

He Xia said, crying into Su Xuan’s chest.

Su Xuan didn’t know what to say, unaware her past had been so tragic.

“It will get better.”

Su Xuan sighed, thinking about how she had also nearly faced trouble this afternoon.

It seemed being beautiful was indeed a burden.

“All these years, I’ve been living so tiredly.

To outsiders, I’m a pampered noble’s wife, but no one knows my suffering,”

He Xia sobbed, drawing compassion.

“Pour the drink!”

He Xia wanted to drink more, and this time Su Xuan didn’t dare stop her, fearing she might lose control.

“Sometimes, I feel that my life is ridiculous.

What’s the meaning of living?”

He Xia tilted her head, looking at Su Xuan.

“Being happy while alive is enough.”

Su Xuan simply answered, now understanding why Wei Zhentian and He Xia did not have children.

Wei Zhentian was physically incapable, and these years without a man’s comfort had been tough for He Xia.

At home, He Xia also had to guard against Wei Zhentian’s son, Wei Sijia’s harassment; even in her own home she couldn’t dress too revealing, and she had to lock the bathroom door tightly whenever she showered.

Su Xuan knew why He Xia was acting this way tonight because too many repressed feelings had built up inside her.

Outsiders only saw her polished exterior, not understanding her inner loneliness and solitude.

Not until this afternoon when Su Xuan rescued her from the bathtub, helping her dress and removing her last shred of modesty, did her pent-up emotions finally erupt completely.

Speaking about some things can make one feel a lot better.