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The celebration was no different.
While the assistants and media mingled enthusiastically, the three of us were forgotten in a corner.
The alcohol I had consumed the night before still coursed through my veins, making me feel a wave of heat, with beads of sweat forming on my skin and forehead.
I felt inexplicably anxious, a sense of foreboding lingering in my heart.
Preparations had long been completed, yet I still feared something would go wrong because my sixth sense hinted that trouble was imminent.
To be honest, I had developed an increasingly serious habit—whenever my emotions fluctuated, I would unconsciously reach for a small bottle hidden in my handbag.
The bottle was made of silvery metal tin, palm-sized and as cold as snow when held in my hand. It was a birthday gift I had bought for myself during a particularly painful breakup.
Inside, I had filled it with 52-degree Erguotou.
That's right, liquor.
Erguotou not only packs a punch but is also inexpensive. Most of my salary went towards alcohol, and it was common for me to get drunk at bars.
I know, I know—I have a drinking problem.
But under such heavy pressure, life felt truly suffocating for a girl like me, who was neither particularly attractive nor had any connections.
At first, I only wanted to use wine to drown my sorrows and relieve my fatigue, but as time went on, I found myself truly unable to live without that divine elixir.
With a single sip, it felt as if all my worries and troubles could vanish into thin air.
Indeed, wine had become my confidant in the mortal world, my companion in life.
That day, in the grand hall, people seemed to bustle about busily, but if one looked closely, it was evident that they were merely putting on a show.
In such an environment, no one wanted to be seen as idle. Pretending to be busy at this moment was far more effective than being genuinely dedicated.
This was the hypocrisy of the corporate world.
Perhaps all large companies were the same; if every company operated this way, there would be no escape for me no matter where I went. Unless I renounced the world and became a nun.
But the monastic life comes with its own set of rules that I could never adhere to.
In this world, it seemed I truly had nowhere to flee.
As this thought crossed my mind, I couldn't help but feel a strong desire for another drink.
I quietly slipped behind a large flower arrangement, pretending to examine something behind it, then swiftly pulled out a wine bottle and took a quick sip. The strong liquor burned down my throat like a furry fireball, yet it also helped to stabilize my mind once more.
After finishing the drink, I quickly retrieved a throat spray, gently opened my mouth, and carefully sprayed it inside.
In an instant, my demeanor transformed, becoming as fragrant as orchids.
I am just that kind of person who gets overlooked, the object of ridicule, an unremarkable girl lacking in beauty and confidence.
Alcohol is my only solace. I am skilled at disguising my true self, and at that time, no one in the company knew this secret.
As I stepped out from behind the large floral arrangement, I bumped into another girl, Li Yiyi.
She was a petite girl with a narrow face dotted with freckles. Whenever she tilted her head to look at me, I felt as if she were a little sparrow, ready to hop over and peck at me.
With a curious expression, she asked what I was hiding behind there for, her look reminiscent of a sparrow tilting its head to inspect a bamboo bird trap set with bait.
Feeling somewhat guilty, I replied that it was nothing and hurriedly walked away.
Li Yiyi clearly didn’t believe me. She quickly walked around to the back of the floral arrangement, poked her head in to check, and then shrugged helplessly, saying, “The time is almost up, but the boss still hasn’t arrived.”
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