Chapter 2328 - 2321: At Your Disposal
So at first, Wang Dadong wanted to get her drunk, which was simply wishful thinking.
"Waiter, check please." Leng Qingqian called the waiter over.
When she saw Tai Yi Zhongzheng passed out on the table, Leng Qingqian was still sober, and the waiter widened his eyes once again.
Along with the three bottles ordered at the start, the two had ordered a total of thirteen bottles of wine, and now only three were left, which meant they drank ten bottles of wine in total!
The waiter walked towards Tai Yi Zhongzheng, intending to shake him awake.
"What are you doing?" Leng Qingqian frowned and asked.
"I, I want the gentleman to pay the bill." The waiter said, in this situation, of course the gentleman would pay.
Leng Qingqian took out a bank card and handed it over, saying coldly, "No need, I’ll pay."
"Then, miss, do you want to return the remaining three bottles of wine or pack them?" The waiter was completely bewildered. She had initially thought, how could such an old man like Tai Yi Zhongzheng find such a young and beautiful woman if not being her sugar daddy.
But unexpectedly... it was Leng Qingqian who ended up paying the bill!
Leng Qingqian casually took one bottle, then said, "The rest, you can have them."
The waiter couldn’t quite believe his ears, "R-Really giving them to me?"
Two bottles of ’82 Lafite, that’s eighty thousand, plus commission, tonight’s net income would be ninety thousand! She couldn’t earn that in a year.
"Go swipe the card quickly, I’m in a hurry to leave. When this gentleman wakes up, send him to Golden Wheat Ear Hospital." Leng Qingqian picked up the opened bottle of wine with only half left and drank directly from it.
Finally feeling a bit dizzy.
Truly, it’s not the wine that gets people drunk but their own emotions...
After swiping the card, Leng Qingqian left the restaurant, walking down the road alone with a bottle of wine in her hand, the streetlights casting her shadow long.
"Master, you were right, it seems I really can’t do it..." Leng Qingqian sighed softly.
When her master passed away, he had urged Leng Qingqian to live on and to train the Reverse Dragon Needle to the realm of The Seventh Needle.
But the last thing her master said was, "Xiao Qian, I know your character. If you truly find the Supreme Yang Bloodline, you may not be able to do it, so you must promise me, as long as you find the Supreme Yang Bloodline, you must obtain the other party’s primal energy by any means, otherwise I will die with unrest!"
To let her master depart peacefully, Leng Qingqian tearfully agreed.
But when she truly found the Supreme Yang Bloodline, she realized she really couldn’t do it.
To be with such an ugly and old man... she truly couldn’t do it.
"Master, you knew I couldn’t do it, so why did you have me promise you!" Leng Qingqian yelled loudly, throwing the wine bottle from her hand.
But the wine bottle didn’t smash to the ground, instead, it was caught by a strong hand.
"Such good wine, don’t waste it." Wang Dadong raised the bottle and drank heavily.
Upon seeing Wang Dadong, Leng Qingqian’s face didn’t show the slightest change in expression. She clutched the railing with both hands, raising her head in efforts to keep the tears from falling.
Wang Dadong walked over and stood beside Leng Qingqian.
"If you can’t do it, then don’t."
"What do you know? You don’t understand anything!" Leng Qingqian said softly, tears sliding down.
Wang Dadong said nothing, silently accompanying Leng Qingqian.
The night wind brought a chill, Wang Dadong took off his jacket and draped it over Leng Qingqian.
Leng Qingqian suddenly turned her head and said, "Drink with me, if you can get me drunk, you can do as you please."
This sentence was quite clear, if you can get her drunk, you can do whatever you want.
Leng Qingqian was ready to give up.
"Okay."
Wang Dadong didn’t say much, he stopped a cab.
They went to a bar and got a private room.
There were five cases of beer, ten bottles of wine, and five bottles of 56-degree Hongxing Erguotou on the table.
After one hour, only empty bottles were left from the five cases of beer.
After two hours, the ten bottles of wine were bottomed out.
"Cheers!"
The two each grabbed a bottle of Hongxing Erguotou and drank it heavily.
"You’re the first man to get me drunk." After finishing the last bottle of Erguotou, Leng Qingqian finally collapsed on the table.
One must say, Leng Qingqian’s alcohol tolerance was astonishing. After drinking so much, even Wang Dadong felt dizzy and swollen-headed; another bottle of Erguotou and he would probably collapse too.
Of course, that’s if he didn’t use Inner Strength to dispel the alcohol’s effect.
Wang Dadong collected his energy into Unity and began using Inner Strength to dissolve the alcohol, a mist immediately rising from his head, and after a few minutes, he was fully sober.
Wang Dadong picked up Leng Qingqian and rented a room at a nearby hotel.
Leng Qingqian didn’t vomit all over like ordinary drunkards, snoozing quietly, her face rosy and extremely beautiful.
This was undoubtedly a rare golden opportunity, that iceberg beauty driving countless men mad lay in front of him, and this ice beauty had also said that as long as someone could get her drunk, they could do as they wished.
Looking at Leng Qingqian’s proud figure, it was impossible for Wang Dadong not to be tempted.
Tonight, Leng Qingqian wasn’t in her usual white dress; the purple dress added a hint of allure to her usually aloof demeanor.
Two lines of tears trickled down Leng Qingqian’s cheeks along her perfect face.
In fact, Leng Qingqian wasn’t actually drunk.
"Oh dear, my head is dizzy, I’m drunk." Wang Dadong said, collapsing by the bed.
Leng Qingqian slowly opened her eyes, looking at the snoring Wang Dadong next to her, shaking her head helplessly.
"You really are a bastard..."
She had already said it, if you could get her drunk you could do as you wish, how could he disappoint her by getting drunk at the critical moment?
Leng Qingqian extended a delicate hand, lightly stroking Wang Dadong’s cheek.
In fact, a sleeping Wang Dadong didn’t seem so annoying.
...
The next day, Leng Qingqian opened her eyes, the aroma of something delicious wafting in.
"Good morning, this is a beauty nourishing pig’s trotters soup I cooked myself, have some." Wang Dadong held a bowl of soup, smilingly said.
Leng Qingqian took the soup bowl and drank it slowly.
One must admit, a beauty is a beauty, even when drinking soup, it was a pleasure to behold.
"Did you wait in line for a long time?" Leng Qingqian asked casually while sipping the beauty-nourishing pig’s trotter soup.