Chapter 7: Letās See How Much You Can Drink
Shen Chuyan was leaning against the man’s chest, his hands wrapped around his neck. His small nose lightly rubbed against him, his eyes filled with a flirtatious warmth, like a docile cat.
His dark eyes stared straight at Jian An over Ji Songtingās shoulder, as if triumphantly declaring his ownership.
That gaze carried possessiveness and provocation, as if telling Jian An that his marriage with Ji Songting was a mistake from the start, and the other man would never love him.
Beside him, Ji Songting affectionately flicked Shen Chuyanās nose, showing no signs of being drunk.
Such behavior was like that of a couple in the honeymoon phase. Anyone who didn’t know better would think they were the lovers.
Even though he had known long ago that he was the outsider, seeing his beloved so intimate with someone else made Jian Anās chest feel as though it were being struck by a heavy hammer. It was agonizingly painful.
Did he really rush over by taxi in the middle of the night just to see this picture of domestic bliss?
He stumbled back a step, not daring to imagine how many kisses and embraces they had shared behind his back during those long three years of days and nights.
Jian An bit his lower lip hard. His burning heart gradually cooled. Just as he was about to turn and leave silently, Ji Songtingās voice suddenly came from behind him:
“Since you’re already here, why are you leaving? Come over.”
Shen Chuyan feigned surprise as he looked at Jian An, his eyes filled with triumph. He waved and said loudly:
“Ah! Brother Xiao An, when did you get here? Come play with us~”
Jian An turned back stiffly. He forced himself to walk over to the two of them, his tone carrying a rare hint of questioning:
“Songting, aren’t you drunk?”
Hearing that he had the intention to talk back, Ji Songtingās eyes instantly turned ice-cold. His voice was low as he said:
“Do I need to report my condition to you?”
This answer caused Jian An to choke up for a moment.
Hadn’t the other man been the one to ask him to pick him up?
In his peripheral vision, Jian An noticed that Ji Songtingās phone was currently in Shen Chuyanās hand.
So, that message wasn’t sent by him…
Shen Chuyan noticed his gaze. His usually delicate lips curled into a cold smirk under the lights. He then symbolically swirled his glass before putting it down and saying:
“A-Ting, it would be a waste not to drink the whiskey on the table. Although I can’t drink it, I can let Brother Xiao An do it for me. What do you think?”
Ji Songtingās thumb gently brushed the corner of Chuyan’s mouth as he coaxed softly, “You can do whatever you want.”
With the man’s agreement, Shen Chuyan became even more brazen. He pushed the glass over and pleaded with a blink:
“Brother Xiao An, we have such a good relationship. You won’t refuse, right? Please~”
Jian An looked at the whiskey with ice cubes on the table. His stomach cramped. He refused in a low voice, “I’m sorry. I’m not feeling well. I probably can’t drink.”
The moment he said this, the smile on Shen Chuyanās face froze. His eyes became hostile, like they were wrapped in knives.
The other party had always been obedient and didn’t dare to resist just so he could stay in the Ji family forever. Did he eat a bear’s heart and a leopard’s gall tonight? He dared to disobey him?!
Shen Chuyan lowered his head in disappointment, making a move to take the glass. “Ah? That’s a pity then. I’ll drink it myself!”
Just as his hand touched the glass, Ji Songting immediately grabbed it and pushed the glass away. He stared at Jian An threateningly. “Do you look like a sick person? Drink it, or we divorce.”
Hearing this, Jian An froze for a moment. His lips turned white from being bitten. He managed to force out a sentence:
“If I drink all this, will you… not divorce me?”
“That depends on how much you can drink.”
A trace of a teasing smile appeared in Ji Songtingās eyes. He raised his hand and waved it lightly, instructing:
“Waiter, three more bottles of whiskey.”
He didn’t believe that Jian Anāa person who usually didn’t touch cigarettes or alcoholācould down five glasses of 43% proof liquor in one go.
The waiter quickly placed three large glasses of steaming whiskey on the table.
Behind the bar, Liang Qinian suddenly stopped his cocktail-shaking movements. His gaze went straight through the crowd to Jian An, who was standing by the booth. For some reason, he felt a sense of familiarity.
Because of the distance, he could only vaguely see a side profile and couldn’t make it out clearly.
He grabbed the waiter who had just delivered the drinks and jerked his chin. “Who is that person standing next to Ji Songting?”
The waiter looked over and shook his head. “Don’t know. Never seen Ji-zong bring him before. Besides, who comes to a bar in pajama pants and a cotton coat?”
Jian An stared helplessly at the ice cubes floating in the glasses. He slowly crouched by the table. His fingers shivered as they touched the cold glass.
Shen Chuyanās narrow eyes glanced over disdainfully, his face filled with the excitement of waiting to see him make a fool of himself.
In the next second, Jian An tilted his head back and took a sip. His brows suddenly knit together. As the cold liquid entered his throat, it gradually turned scalding, as if his throat were on fire. The spicy flavor instantly spread throughout his mouth.
“Cough, cough, cough…!”
He coughed violently, his eyes tearing up. His entire face turned red with pain.
Faced with such heart-wrenching coughing, Ji Songting merely lifted his eyelids indifferently. His slender fingers pressed against his forehead, looking somewhat impatient.
After one glass of strong liquor, Jian An felt his head grow heavy. His stomach began to scream in protest.
He knew clearly that he shouldn’t drink any more.
But he couldn’t guess whether the man was just playing with him or being serious. He only had one stubborn thought in his heart:
He didn’t want to divorce Ji Songting.
Second glass, third glass, fourth glass…
Jian An numbly forced the alcohol down. His body seemed to have been triggered by some hidden potential. A drunken flush climbed onto his cheeks, and a deep mist of moisture filled his wet eyes.
His stomach, which had been taking painkillers, could no longer handle the onslaught of strong liquor. It cramped and throbbed in waves, the pain so intense it was suffocating.
Jian An bit his teeth hard, desperately enduring the intense pain in his stomach as he slumped powerlessly onto the table.
Everything before him was dark. His trembling hand couldn’t reach the last glass. He knew he had reached his limit.
Even Ji Songting couldn’t help but uncross his legs. His cold eyes were filled with complex and difficult-to-explain emotions.
To not divorce him, this person was actually stubborn to this extent? Was he really that unwilling to give up his money and power?
“A-Ting, Brother Xiao An seems to be drunk.”
Shen Chuyan stood up to block the table. Looking at that pale, drunken face, a flash of spiteful malice crossed his eyes.
Suddenly, he intentionally jerked his hand. In a moment when no one was looking, he knocked over the last glass of whiskey.
In an instant, all the liquor spilled out. It splashed, without missing a drop, directly onto Jian Anās face.
Liquor trickled slowly from his soft hair, and even his coat was stained with the unpleasant smell of alcohol.
The sudden cold caused him to shiver violently, but his brain felt as though it were being held in a death grip by a lump of paste, unable to regain clarity.
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