Chapter 319: The Beginning Of A Catfight
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Jiang Zhuoheng sneered coldly, “I just didn’t want to be as pretentious and overbearing as you.”
Was this the beginning of a catfight between these two men?
Ming Ansheng was worried that they might come to blows after they finished competing with each other. He quickly settled himself between them and smiled to ease the tension. “It’s my birthday today, why are the two of you holding the wine bottles and drinking everything?”
As he spoke, he gave Lu Yinan a meaningful glance; he wanted him to help distract one of them.
Lu Yinan understood his intention and sat down immediately. He wrapped an arm around Jiang Zhuoheng’s neck. “I heard that you have a younger cousin who just came back from overseas. I hear she’s really pretty, so you should bring her along to meet us next time.”
Jiang Zhuoheng rolled his eyes at him. “You really live up to your reputation of being ‘refined scum’.”
He came here on an empty stomach and drank six glasses in one go. And then he chugged down an entire bottle as well. Without warning, he was suddenly hit by the effects of the alcohol.
His head felt like it was about to explode, and he slumped dazedly against the couch. He raised his head towards the ceiling as he massaged his temples. His throat and stomach seemed to be on fire, and it was evaporating every drop of moisture in his body.
Yan Rusheng drank slightly less than he did, plus he had a higher tolerance for alcohol compared to Jiang Zhuoheng. But his condition wasn’t any better; his world seemed to be spinning too.
But he remembered that he had to head back to the office to pick up Wen Xuxu.
And besides, I can’t lose to Jiang Zhuoheng in front of everyone.
With this thought and determination, he pressed against the table and got up slowly. He staggered to his feet and after a while, managed to straighten his back and regain his footing.
Then he glanced arrogantly at Jiang Zhuoheng.
“My wife is waiting for me at the office. I need to leave now.” He waved his hand as he informed them.
Ignoring everyone else, he lifted his feet and walked clumsily towards the door.
Everyone was worried about him leaving alone since he’d drunk so much.
“Third Yan, ask your chauffeur to pick you up instead,” Ming Ansheng suggested as he stood up.
Yan Rusheng waved his hand at him. “It’s alright.”
He was really fine, just that his head was spinning right now…
He stretched out his hand to open the door, but the second he walked out of the room, he had to hold the wall for support. The other hand was pressed against his forehead—he couldn’t walk any further.
Oh no… I feel really tipsy.
“Ah Heng was right. You’re so pretentious.” Ming Ansheng had followed him closely from behind and saw that he could hardly support himself. He sighed heavily, “I’ll help you get a taxi.”
He held Yan Rusheng’s elbow and supported him as they walked.
In the main hall, there was a tall lady singing on stage. She had short cropped hair and wore a casual outfit.
Yan Rusheng stopped in his tracks as he gazed at the singer. Xuxu had also performed a song on this stage. He closed his eyes to remember the song that she sang at the time.
She sang that song with so much emotion!
Her voice was so naturally lovely, and it left everyone intoxicated.
Damn it, why did she let so many people hear her voice?
Ming Ansheng saw how drunk he was and took the opportunity to tease him, “What happened? Do you like that girl singing on stage now?”
“Get lost!” Yan Rusheng opened his eyes and glared fiercely at Ming Ansheng. He strode toward the main entrance.
He swayed dangerously to and fro and couldn’t seem to stop wobbling.
He refused to let Ming Ansheng touch him. Ming Ansheng walked behind him anxiously, afraid that he might slip and fall.
Third Young Master drank too much and fell down in a bar.
If this piece of news were to come out tomorrow, how would the cold, arrogant, and prideful Third Young Master be able to raise his head up high? How would he be able to face people?