Ranran, the Rising Sun Sister - Chapter Sixteen: Taking a Wrong Path

The two years that Chen Muyang was embraced by the setting sun were a year of great upheaval for the Chen family.
After Chen Qingnan and Xu Xiong's rubber shoe factory grew, they also got to know several important raw material suppliers. They often encouraged each other to drink and exchange pleasantries in private rooms at restaurants, a skill that every businessman must learn.
Sometimes Chen Qingnan would come home drunk, reeking of alcohol, and fall asleep immediately, snoring so loudly it almost shook the roof off.
Song Min knew he was making money, and he didn't have any feminine scent. Apart from occasionally muttering a few words in a low voice, she didn't say much and didn't ask about his business.
However, the Chen family's final tragedy stemmed from Chen Qingnan's small dose of methamphetamine and Song Min's immature mind.
A breeze begins with a ripple on the water, and a wave is formed from a gentle ripple.
In the past, life was peaceful, but who knew that the surging waters were contained beneath the surface, and with just a little wind, the sea could be whipped up into raging waves.
When Chen Qingnan later recalled that night of his first "ice skating", it was actually quite ordinary, with a cool night breeze and a bright, starry night.
Many years later, he still clearly remembers the fragrance he smelled at that time, which remains unforgettable to this day.
That day, instead of going to the restaurant to discuss business, they went to a nightclub.
Even though Chen Qingnan had worked as a nightclub security guard for a while, he knew that nightclubs were a mixed bag of people. However, he had never paid attention to the inside of the nightclub before, so the chances of him coming into contact with drugs were not high.
The lights in the private room flickered between red and green, creating an eerie atmosphere. The group, who had finished discussing business, started urging each other to drink again.
At this time, they were drinking whiskey specially supplied to the nightclub. It is said that this foreign liquor is very strong, but has a sweet and mellow taste, unlike the fiery burning of baijiu, although it has a strong aftereffect.
People back then took pride in using foreign products. They ordered many bottles of whiskey, and the bottles and caps were scattered all over the floor. Different songs were playing on the TV screen in turn, and the atmosphere was quite cheerful.
Before long, Chen Qingnan felt dizzy and slumped onto the sofa. The light in front of him was like a sharp sword, hurting his eyes. He immediately covered his eyes in exhaustion, preparing to take a nap.
"Is Boss Chen no longer capable?"
A mocking voice drifted into his ears like a ghost. Men hate it when others tell them they "can't do it." Upon hearing this, Chen Qingnan suddenly sat up straight, shaking his head. He saw Old Zhou, the boss of the glue supplier, staring at him with a mysterious smile.
"Would you like to eat something to sober up? It'll also help you stay alert," he tentatively suggested.
Chen Qingnan asked, puzzled and curious, "What?"
"For us big business people, doing this kind of thing occasionally can help us relax. When we're relaxed, we're healthier, and we'll make more money in the future."
That was the first time Chen Qingnan had ever seen methamphetamine. He forced his eyes open and carefully examined the thing on the table. He was immediately disappointed and silently cheered several times in his heart.
Methamphetamine looks very ordinary, crystal-clear, like rock candy.
Chen Qingnan pointed to the gleaming object on the table, shrugged, and gave a mocking smile: "Isn't this rock candy for a sore throat?"
Old Zhou waved his hand dismissively and lowered his voice: "Little Chen, you don't know your stuff. Rock candy is nowhere near as good as this. Eating this a few times won't do anything. Try it and see. If I'm kidding you, may I be cuckolded for life."
Chen Qingnan was both amused and exasperated by the joke. He curiously touched it and laughed, "Old Zhou, your oath is really too extreme. It seems this thing is quite magical?"
He saw Old Zhou skillfully pull out a set of tools from somewhere. A transparent plastic bottle was half-filled with water, and several colorful straws and silver foil were placed on the table.
The drunken men seemed particularly excited about this; they let go of their daytime formalities and constraints, becoming unrestrained and bold under the influence of alcohol.
Amidst the call of friends and acquaintances, Old Zhou took the first puff of the incense.
As soon as Chen Qingnan smelled the smoke emanating from the straw, he felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, and a feeling of pleasure similar to that of ejaculation during intercourse penetrated deep into his body.
"Xiao Chen, want to give it a try?"
He hesitated, wavering, while the people around him began to jeer, "Boss Chen, give us one! Boss Chen, give us one!"
The lights in the private room flickered, casting a murky glow on the transparent crystal on the table. Yet, the beams of light reflected from it were dazzling, like will-o'-the-wisps or stars.
"I'll just take one puff, it's not a big deal, is it?"
Chen Qingnan's mind wavered, but in the end, wishful thinking prevailed.
He never imagined that this tentative small bite would one day become the poison that crushed him.
After taking his first breath, Chen Qingnan let out a long sigh of relief. He suddenly felt that his breathing was very smooth, as if his pores had been opened up. Sweat kept pouring from his forehead and armpits. His head felt numb, his whole body felt light, and his mind seemed to have become much clearer. He felt completely enlightened.
This feeling of pleasure was like an invisible hand pushing against his back, prompting him to involuntarily take another drag.
Old Zhou chuckled furtively, "Little Chen, let me tell you, this stuff can also be used as Viagra, for three hundred rounds of sex in one night."
"Old Zhou, you're talking nonsense again."
"It's true, I'm not lying to you."
For some reason, Chen Qingnan suddenly felt the energy he had just lost slowly flowing back into his body.
He suddenly stood up, grabbed the microphone, and began to sing loudly. Even though he was completely off-key, he still sang one song after another, veins popping out, and occasionally babbling incoherently.
"The sun sets but will rise again tomorrow, the flowers wither but will bloom again next year. The beautiful little bird has vanished without a trace, and my youthful bird will never return..."
"Where do you come from, my friend? Like a butterfly that has flown into my window, I wonder how long you will stay..."
The crowd cheered for his singing, and Chen Qingnan laughed heartily, his laughter echoing through the entire corridor through the microphone.
He roared again, "We were all among those who got rich first!"
They echoed, "Hahaha—do big business! Make big money!"
Chen Qingnan felt he had never been so glorious before. He imagined the future to be full of hope, and he believed he was already a superior person.
However, one wrong step leads to another.
The seeds of Chen Qingnan's tragedy had already been sown here. Human destiny is complex, with one link after another. Thus, the vicious claws of the poppy flower will inevitably reach into Song Min's body in the future.

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