Everyone had almost finished eating, so the chef withdrew.

Jiang Wanning hadn't been drinking, but Fu Chenyuan, for reasons unknown, ended up giving her a bottle of fruit wine to tempt her.

He poured Jiang Wanning several glasses, and Jiang Wanning unknowingly finished the whole bottle.

The band was still singing, their voices growing deeper and deeper. The gentle love song carried far by the wind, yet it was still hard to hear clearly.

Jiang Wanning stopped talking and just sat there, staring intently at the band's lead singer.

When others ask her questions, she obediently answers them all, with a charming smile on her face.

Seeing her daughter like this, Xia Rushan touched her forehead and found it wasn't hot.

"Is Xiao Ning drunk?"

Jiang Wanning shook her head upon hearing this: "Mom, I'm not drunk. Mom, I'm not drunk."

He even claimed he wasn't drunk, called out "Mom," and clung to Xia Rushan's arm affectionately.

"Mom, you will love me, right? Mom, I finally have my own mom."

Jiang Wanning rubbed her face against Xia Rushan's arm, her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed, and even the area around her eyes was red.

Ye Shuxiang rolled her eyes at Fu Chenyuan.

She had seen it before; Fu Chenyuan had been coaxing Jiang Wanning back then.

Jiang Wanning was probably a little drunk at that time, so she puffed out her cheeks, kept her mouth tightly closed, and shook her head to indicate that she would not drink anymore.

Then Fu Chenyuan, that big bad wolf, brought the wine to Jiang Wanning's lips: "There's not much left, Wanwan, have some more."

Well, now Fu Chenyuan has gotten his own wife drunk. What are his intentions?