The Crippled Boss Loves Me - Chapter 919

919 Don’t Doubt Your Feelings
“Miss Wei must be joking.” Shen Hanxing leaned on the bar counter with one hand and smiled. “Miss Wei must be used to such treatment. Why are you sighing now?”

Wei Xi’er looked enlightened. Indeed, as the eldest Miss of the Wei Corporation, she had outstanding looks and abilities. Wherever she went, she was always praised and admired by others. However… she pursed her lips bitterly, remaining silent, and finished the wine in her glass. Not satisfied, she poured herself another glass from the bar and drank it in one gulp.

“Miss Wei really treats me as a drinking buddy?” Shen Hanxing’s slightly cold palm pressed down on the back of Wei Xi’er’s hand, stopping her from another drink. She was a bit confused as she pressed down on Wei Xi’er’s wrist. “Even if you see me as a drinking buddy, you can’t just drink without saying a word, right?”

“I didn’t mean it that way.” Wei Xi’er clenched her fist, her fingers on the back of her hand turning pale. Her red lips slightly parted as she struggled to speak, “I’m just not feeling well.” And then, she couldn’t resist the urge to drink.
Seeing Wei Xi’er’s troubled and confused expression, Shen Hanxing couldn’t help but sigh. She actually admired career-oriented women like Wei Xi’er. Unlike other socialites, who focused solely on dressing up and their vanity, and only wanted to marry into a good family to maintain a worry-free life.

Wei Xi’er was clear-headed and rational. She founded her own entertainment company and didn’t immerse herself in the glory of Wei Corporation. Instead, she fearlessly worked hard in the entertainment industry, and she had the ability to succeed. Within just six months, her entertainment company had made a name for itself in the industry with a promising future. Furthermore, Shen Hanxing always remembered that Wei Xi’er was the first one to extend a helping hand and pull her onto the deck when they were at sea.

“Drinking won’t improve your mood much.” Shen Hanxing sighed helplessly as she looked at Wei Xi’er, then spoke, “Tell me about it.”

Wei Xi’er opened her mouth but couldn’t speak for a moment. Where should she start? From the realization that her infatuation with Zhuang Li had become unusual? That she was no longer herself? Or from the gradual fading of the sweetness in their relationship, and her realization that the person she liked had many flaws like any ordinary person? Or was it because Zhuang Li had undergone significant changes, and they had been arguing frequently over power struggles recently? Her life seemed like a tangled mess, and she didn’t know where to begin.

Wei Xi’er let out a long sigh and crossed her arms on the bar counter. “I always feel like sometimes I’m not myself,” she said, her brow furrowing in confusion. She troubledly continued, “I often feel as if I’m someone else’s puppet, with consciousness that doesn’t belong to me. Otherwise, how can I explain that I lose my rationality every time I encounter Zhuang Li? I become less and less like myself, and I’ve done so many things that go against my own principles. Clearly, I’m not someone who puts love above everything, but in front of Zhuang Li, I become more and more submissive, without any bottom line.”

Shen Hanxing’s gaze flickered. What did Wei Xi’er realize? Could it be that there was only one fate in this world? It let Wei Xi’er and the others, who were supporting characters, follow the plot? But how could that explain her and Ji Yan, who had escaped the plot? If this world was really a book, the plot was clearly in a mess, but it still wanted to return to the main storyline?

“Maybe I drank too much and started talking nonsense.” Wei Xi’er laughed at herself and straightened her body. The look in her eyes was sad, but she forced a smile. “Lately, I tend to overthink things. Please don’t take my words seriously. Just consider it rambling.” Sometimes she found herself ridiculous. Perhaps being in love really made people less intelligent. That was why she had these absurd thoughts. She must have gone mad. Maybe she should see a therapist.

“Miss Wei.” At that moment, Shen Hanxing’s voice rang out, carrying a comforting tone.

Shen Hanxing’s black pupils quietly looked at Wei Xi’er, carefully choosing her words, and spoke warmly, “In this world, there is no such thing as experiencing exactly what others feel. Only you can understand your own feelings. I may not be able to help you much, but I believe that you should never doubt yourself. If something doesn’t feel right, then there must be something unreasonable. Since you sense that something is amiss, trust your feelings, investigate, discover, and validate your own perceptions.”