With You For the Rest of My Life

"The Caesar bar." Jim added, "don't worry. That bar is owned by my friend. It's very safe there. You don't need to drink. You just
need to sit there and listen to my story, and then drive me home. What do you think?"
It was rare for Jim to show a childlike expression on his face.
He had never asked anyone for help in his life.
Rose nodded, turned the steering wheel and drove towards the Caesar bar.
"Mr. Qu."
As soon as Rose and Jim entered the room, a waiter nodded to greet him.
Jim seemed to be an old customer here. He ordered the waiter, "open the box on the top floor for me."
"Okay." The waiter took a look at Rose and left with a meaningful look.
It was known to all that Jim hardly let people get into the box on the top floor. There was the top security equipment and no one
would disturb him. Mr. Qu usually went to the box on the top floor when he want to drink alone.
He didn't expect Mr. Qu to bring a beautiful oriental woman with him today.
The waiter took Rose and Jim to the top floor.
Rose had been on high alert. There was a recorder pen in her bag. Rose put her hand into her bag and inadvertently pressed
the power switch.
She never forgot her purpose of approaching Jim.
For Jim, ordinary women would probably give their hearts to him because of his deep affection, gentleness and wealth.
But obviously, Rose was not an ordinary woman.
She had been with her father for many years, and then in the Gu Family. She was good at gauging people's mind.
Jim was not an ordinary man as well. He looked harmless and naive, but was indeed very sophisticated.
She had to be careful in front of him.

Furthermore, he was the son of Sun, who wanted to kill every single one from her family.
She couldn't really love Jim, neither should she.
"Take a seat. Why are you looking at me like that?" Jim sat down and said to Rose with a smile. Then he turned to the waiter and
ordered, "bring me the whiskey I have stored here and a glass of cherry juice. Remember, cherry juice is not cherry wine. Don't
add alcohol to it."
"Okay." The waiter nodded and glanced at Rose curiously.
The waiter served the wine quickly and left sensibly.
For a while, there were only Rose and Jim left in the room.
"I bought this bottle of whiskey three years ago. I took it in the year I knew you." Jim picked up the bottle, touched it with his
fingertips and said slowly, "this bottle of whisky is very precious. There is only this last bottle left in the world. Generally speaking,
even if the collector was able to buy it, he was reluctant to drink it. But I'm different. I'm Jim. It's easy to get what I want. If I don't
want anything, I'll just find another one. "
After saying that, he took the ice cubes and quilt, opened the bottle lid and poured the wine into it.
The beautiful transparent liquid in a light brown color slowly merged with the crystal clear ice blocks, as if they were born to be
together.
Shaking the glass gently, Jim looked up at the light and turned to Rose with a smile. "I like this whisky very much. It's so
beautiful."
Rose just looked at Jim with a slight smile on her face and did not speak.
She knew what he meant.
But she didn't want to respond. She was observing him quietly.
"What do you think? Would you like some? It's a pity if you don't taste it today. " He warmly invited Rose to drink with him.
"No, I'm fine with the juice. I have to drive later." Rose picked up the cherry juice on the table and raised her glass to Jim.

Jim laughed, shrugged his collar and lay on the sofa. "Rose, I thought you were on guard against me innately since I knew you
three years ago. I've been wondering if we had a grudge before. "
"Do you think so?" After a short pause, Rose stopped smiling and said, "I'm sorry to make you think so."
Rose had to admit that her feelings to Jim were very complicated.
She approached him warily, not ready to accept him and treat him as a real friend.
But sometimes, she was confused why such a man would only treat her so well.
His intention was not possible to paralyze her vigilance with all those efforts.
It was a piece of cake for him to deal with her with his power.
"Rose, am I a loser? I have so many things in my mind that I can't find anyone to talk to. Now I find that in such a big place like
Ringle Land, all I have is money and property. But I have not any friend. Sometimes I picked up my cell phone in the dead nights,
hoping to find someone to have a chat. There are a lot of phone numbers in my contact book, but I don't know who is the one
that I can trust." Looking at Rose, Jim took a sip of liquor.
Rose remained silent for a while and said softly, "just say it. I'll listen."
Jim chuckled, lay on the sofa and kept drinking. After a long time, he said, "you don't know, do you? Today we have known each
other for 3rd anniversary. I met you on the plane three years ago. And today, I met you at the airport again. Sometimes I wonder
if this is the fate arranged by God? "
If it was not fate, how could it be so coincidental.
"Jim!" Rose put down the glass and thought about how to say.
Jim interrupted her, "In fact, the day we met was the anniversary of my mother's death, and today."
His voice was very calm, but with a trace of loss and sadness.
Rose was stunned. She had been asking some people to investigate the background of Jim and she had known a few
information of him. His mother died a long time ago. Since then, the relationship between Jim and Sun had been very bad. He
even changed his surname from Zhao to Qu, following his mother's surname.

After half a year, Sun married the mother of his current wife, Mandy's mother.
At that time, Mandy was already six years old. Before she joined the Zhao Family, she lived as an illegitimate daughter of Sun.
As soon as Jim finished his words, the atmosphere in the room suddenly froze. Jim began to drink one after another.
Rose watched him drinking without saying anything.
After a long time, Jim felt as if he was drunk and the effect of alcohol began to play. He looked at Rose, as if he had seen two of
her.
"You..." Jim pointed at Rose and said with a smile, "you have become two people."
He wanted to pounce on her, but Rose pushed him away and he lay back like soft mud.
Being pushed away, he didn't get angry. He said with a smile, "if only there are two of you. One for me, one for me..."
Looking at Jim, Rose took a few deep breaths and said calmly, "you are drunk, Jim."
"I'm not drunk! I can drink more. " Jim picked up the glass and shook it. Looking at the liquid in the bottle, he suddenly lost in
thought. After thinking for a while, his face gradually became serious.