Chapter 8: The Story Must Go On
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“Damn it, if you’re going to do it, do it all the way! If you act like the first day of the lunar month, I’ll act like the fifteenth!”
“If I don’t hit you with some harsh medicine, you’ll never know how many legs this young master has!”
Lu Chengwen laughed and said, “You want me to calm down? Fine!”
He grabbed a bottle of foreign liquor and slammed it on the coffee table. “Drink this.”
First, Leng Qingqiu never drank alcohol—her tolerance was abysmal, and even a little would make her drunk badly.
Second, Leng Qingqiu had a strong sense of pride; in her life, she never yielded to coercion or suffered grievances, and had never been forced to drink as punishment.
Lu Chengwen didn’t believe it. He refused to believe Leng Qingqiu’s bottom line had disappeared, he didn’t believe she would indefinitely accommodate him. That wasn’t the character of the leading lady, nor should it be hers.
No way was he going to give in!
Leng Qingqiu looked at Lu Chengwen with eyes full of anger and sorrow, tears welling up.
Seeing her about to break down under his pressure, Lu Chengwen suddenly felt a pang of heartache.
Leng Qingqiu had never endured such grievances since childhood.
He had pampered her for three years, worshipped her for three years, and pursued her for three years…
During those three years, he had always been obedient, accommodating, speaking softly, and doing everything to please her.
She had always appeared aloof and lofty, but today, he was determined to make her bow in public.
Lu Chengwen internally scolded himself:
“Lu Chengwen, why are you feeling sorry for her? Don’t be fooled by that little look in her eyes. You... in short, you have to hold your ground!”
“You can’t just keep entangled with her. It’s better to offend her early and break up soon.”
“Wow, but that sorrowful look... am I really committing a sin here?”
Feigning indifference, Lu Chengwen said, “Not drinking? Not drinking means disrespecting me. If you disrespect me, then you disrespect... me! I, Lu Chengwen, am well-known in Snow City...”
Suddenly, Leng Qingqiu grabbed the bottle and tilted her head back, pouring the liquor down her throat.
Everyone watched silently.
Lu Chengwen watched this scene—the proud, dignified Leng Qingqiu spilling liquor from the corners of her mouth—and nervously clenched his fists, cheering himself on.
“Lu Chengwen, don’t feel sorry, don’t feel sorry, don’t feel sorry. Feeling sorry for her is just torturing yourself!”
“Don’t really drink, big sister! You can just scold me a few times and walk away. If it’s really bad, slap me once, that’s fine! What’s this for?”
Leng Qingqiu suddenly choked and put down the bottle, coughing violently.
Lu Chengwen breathed a sigh of relief, “Phew…”
But before he could recover, Leng Qingqiu grabbed the bottle again and kept drinking.
Unable to bear it, Lu Chengwen snatched the bottle away.
They stared at each other in the terrifying silence of the private room.
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