Chapter 62 Consider It a Pigsty

Zhao Hui pondered for a long time before finally deciding to ask his younger sister to help recommend him for a job.

Having been pampered and spoiled since childhood, he grew up to get married and have a family, with his parents and sister taking care of household matters, while his wife was quite virtuous and dutiful. Consequently, he spent his days idling away outside, frequently gambling and drinking heavily. It was not that he had never thought about turning over a new leaf and doing something constructive, but having never done any proper work in his life, he simply had no idea where or how to begin.

When he interacted with Wang Hao’s family, he knew they were using him to get close to his sister, and he could deeply feel the contempt they harbored for him beneath the surface. However, blinded by greed at the time and fixated solely on the betrothal gifts from the other family, he put on a facade of utmost flattery to the Wang family while cursing their ancestors down to the eighth generation behind their backs.

Many people who lack drive do not lack it because they *want* to be lazy; rather, it is because they have no doors leading to success!

Surely very few people willingly plunge into depravity; self-abandonment is almost always the result of a prolonged lack of opportunity, eventually hardening into a state of utter hopelessness.

Previously, he had viewed Wang Hao as the pinnacle of achievement. Now, having witnessed Chen晓’s financial capability—where someone starting merely as a sales representative could build such a vast fortune purely through his own intelligence and external investments—the object of his admiration shifted entirely!

His previous idol was Wang Hao, whose success stemmed from having a powerful father. Since Zhao Hui lacked those conditions and could not imitate him, he had simply given up in despair.

Now, he began to look up to his yet-unseen brother-in-law, Chen晓. He felt that Chen晓’s path to wealth was something he could actually emulate. Above all, he knew his sister’s character: as long as he was genuinely trying to make an honest living, she would never abandon him. In the past, his sister lacked the capability to help, but things were completely different now!

"Xiangjun, please help me find a job. I am not afraid of hardship, and I want to prove myself too!" Zhao Hui said earnestly.

Although she found it hard to believe that a person could achieve instant enlightenment overnight, Zhao Xiangjun was more than willing to witness her brother's transformation. She also noticed the uncontrollable joy blooming on her parents' faces upon hearing Zhao Hui's words.

They did not stay overnight, as there were two young children at home. By nine o'clock in the evening, they prepared to head back.

Zhao Xiangjun offered to drive them, but her parents worried that it was unsafe for a young woman to drive at night and refused, insisting on taking a taxi instead.

Zhao Xiangjun did not press the matter. Although her vehicle possessed autonomous driving capabilities, she still felt uneasy about handling any unforeseen emergencies late at night.

She asked her parents to wait a moment, mentioning that she was going to get two cases of liquor for them to take along.

The remark left everyone baffled. Where on earth would she buy liquor at this time of night? Her parents tried to stop her from going.

With a helpless smile, she explained that it was right across the hall and just needed to be moved over, then called Zhao Hui to give her a hand.

Looking completely bewildered, Zhao Hui followed Zhao Xiangjun as she opened the door to the opposite apartment. She pointed to a storeroom filled from floor to ceiling with bottles of Moutai and said, "Brother, take two cases. Can you carry them?"

Of course he could carry them. In a daze, he hoisted two cases of liquor and followed Zhao Xiangjun back to her apartment.

Her parents were equally dumbfounded. What was going on here? How was she able to open the neighbor's door?

Eventually, her mother asked for an explanation.

She explained, "It belongs to Chen晓. He bought both apartments on this entire floor—he lives in one, and I live in the other!"

Zhao Hui’s hand trembled so violently that the cases of liquor almost slipped from his grip!

After a whole evening of thinking that Chen晓 was already exceptionally wealthy just for owning this single residence, it turned out the man had bought the entire floor.

He was so eager to meet Chen晓 right then and there to see if the man had three heads and six arms. How could young people nowadays be so ridiculously formidable?

It was only then that the elderly couple noticed the Moutai cases Zhao Hui was carrying.

Having never tasted Moutai in their entire lives, and given the rather plain and simple cardboard packaging of the liquor, neither of them had paid it any mind earlier, assuming it was just ordinary white spirit.

Her father chimed in, "Xiangjun, since he isn't even here, isn't it inappropriate to just take his liquor?"

"It's fine. He actually sent a message telling us to take it. He's entertaining guests outside tonight and said he'll come with me to visit you all in a few days!"

It was clear that Chen晓 truly cared deeply for their daughter.

They understood in their hearts that treating their family so well was primarily a matter of loving the person by extension, which proved that Zhao Xiangjun held a very secure and favored position in his life.

Out of concern for his son, fearing that carrying two heavy cases of liquor would strain him, her father stepped forward to take one case off his hands.

As he drew closer, his eyes caught the lettering printed on the packaging tape: *"Moutai?"*

This liquor was extremely expensive, with an official retail price of 1,499 yuan, though in reality, adding a thousand yuan to the market price was still not enough to secure a bottle, and the market was notorious for counterfeits.

The liquor Chen晓 bought came from a state-owned supermarket, where each bottle of Moutai had to be purchased alongside a bottle of red wine. While the Moutai appeared to be priced at 1,499 yuan, the bundled red wine actually cost less than 50 yuan to produce.

Her father let out a gasp of astonishment, and Zhao Hui finally realized that the boxes he was lugging around were genuine Moutai. Good grief, these two cases alone were worth tens of thousands of yuan—when had he ever enjoyed such treatment?

He was simply basking in the reflected glory of his sister. On the way home, he and his parents praised the yet-unseen Chen晓 to the high heavens. As for the Wang family? He dismissed them entirely from his mind.

Chen晓 returned rather late. Having had an engaging discussion about business matters with Cha Lan and Li Guoqiang, the men had clinked glasses enthusiastically, and before he knew it, he had consumed a bit too much.

Knowing that Zhao Xiangjun detested the smell of alcohol and usually went to bed quite early, he decided against going to her apartment tonight. Instead, he planned to call a designated driver and head back to his own place to rest.

Midway through, Zhao Xiangjun sent a few messages asking when he would be back, primarily because it was getting late and she was worried he might have drunk too much.

Chen晓 told her to rest first, knowing she invariably went to sleep before ten o'clock.

At eleven in the night, Chen晓 arrived home, opened the door with a slightly dizzy head, and was startled to find the lights on and someone lying asleep on the sofa!

Taking a closer look, he realized it was Zhao Xiangjun, which allowed him to let out a breath of relief. He muttered to himself that with the exceptional security of this residential complex, a thief breaking in was out of the question—let alone a thief bold enough to fall asleep on someone else's sofa!

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Zhao Xiangjun hurriedly got up and walked over to support him, asking, "How much did you drink? The smell of alcohol is so strong!"

"No need, I can manage myself. You hate the smell of alcohol, don't let it suffocate you."

Zhao Xiangjun retorted, "I've already been suffocated. Can you stop being so overly squeamish?"

She helped him change into his slippers, supported him as he sat on the sofa, and went to prepare a sobering hangover soup.

Chen晓 lay back and let her wait on him. After drinking the soup and eating some fruit, she fetched a warm, damp towel to press against his forehead.

Watching her bustling back and forth, he felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction—this must be what home truly felt like.

Having drunk too much, he wanted to take a bath, but she firmly put her foot down, arguing that bathing after heavy drinking was bad for his health. She only permitted him a quick, simple rinse before half-carrying him to the bed.

He initially wanted to send her back to her own room to sleep, worrying that the lingering stench of alcohol would keep her awake.

Zhao Xiangjun replied, "It's fine. I'll just pretend there's a pig sleeping next to me—I'm used to sleeping in the pigsty! When I helped my grandmother watch the pigs as a child, the stench was pretty much identical to yours."

...... He knew she was just venting her frustration because he had drunk so much with total disregard for his health, hence the harsh words spoken in anger.

He was utterly captivated by her, and since she had willingly offered to stay the night with him, how could Chen晓 possibly refuse?