Only Song Yiyuan knew the real reason why his wife could drink so much, and he did not come to Lin Qingqing's rescue.

The more people join in on such occasions, the more excited they become.

Seeing that everyone was determined not to let her go until she drank two or three kilograms of wine, Lin Qingqing took the bottle of wine from Mr. Li with a smile.

She knew that Mr. Li was trying to ease the embarrassment caused by his son.

"Well, this bottle of wine will be mine for today. Don't just stare at me. The protagonist today is the prince."

She tilted her chin to the side, pointing at Wang Xiwei.

Lin Qingqing took the next bottle of wine, and everyone's goal was achieved, so they immediately pointed the gun at Wang Xiwei.

Wang Gong slammed the table and said, "Yes, the protagonist of today is Wang Gong. We are the two of us. After you finish two rounds, we will have a couple of drinks."

"Later, let's each toast to our comrade and let him feel our enthusiasm."

Mr. Cheng said with a smile.

These people are all old foxes. Their words of persuasion to drink are completely different, and Wang Xiwei can't refuse them.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head at Lin Qingqing, who was smiling brightly, and accepted everyone's enthusiasm.

The atmosphere at the dinner table immediately became lively.

Li Yehuai's eyes swept across everyone's faces, inadvertently passing by Lin Qingqing.

Seeing her bright smile after she tricked Wang Qiwei, he tightened his hands under the table.

"Come, come, Comrade Tianchen invited us to his home. From now on, we are all family. Let us raise a toast to welcome him."

Mr. Li picked up the wine glass and, as the oldest person, started the conversation.

Everyone raised their glasses, and the family members at the table also raised their wine or water glasses under the leadership of You Manhua.

“Ding Dong…”

The wine glasses clinked together, and everyone's smiles were warm and sincere. The big leaders finally showed a bit of down-to-earthness.

After drinking, everyone picked up their chopsticks and started eating, creating a lively atmosphere.

After just over ten minutes, more than half of the wine in Lin Qingqing's bottle was gone.

After drinking more than half a pound of liquor, there was no expression on her face, just like Lin Qingqing drinking plain water, which again drew a lot of praise from the aunts.

"Marshal Lin is really good at everything he does. He can drink a lot."

"Marshal Lin's drinking capacity shows he's a high-ranking leader. He drank over half a pound of wine, yet he still sat there with his back straight and his face unfazed. He's truly suited for big occasions."

“…”

When the aunts praised her, everyone focused their attention on her again.

"Come on, Marshal Lin, let's have another drink."

"I toast you too. We haven't had a drink yet."

Lin Qingqing half declined and half agreed, drinking one glass after another, and unknowingly drank two bottles.

Song Yiyuan sat aside and watched with a smile on his face. He did not block the wine for Lin Qingqing, nor did he drink for her.

Whoever drinks with his wife will be unlucky, so why should he stop them?

But this scene looked different in Li Yehuai's eyes.

Soldiers are just rough-hearted and don't love their wives.

It's a pity that such an outstanding person like Marshal Lin married him.

In fact, he knew Song Yiyuan before he joined the collaboration.

The grandson of the founding marshal Song Yuanshuai, he started working for the country when he was a student because of his outstanding ability, and was later specially recruited by the country.

He and Song Yiyuan were high school classmates. After high school ended, no one around him heard any news about Song Yiyuan again.

However, there was one thing he didn't understand: how could someone as arrogant as Song Yiyuan be willing to be his wife's assistant and be promoted to major general based on his wife's performance?

Now people outside say that he is a gigolo.

Song Yiyuan, the gigolo, felt Li Yehuai's gaze on him, and raised his eyes indifferently to look back.

Although there was no murderous intent in his eyes, it still gave people a chilling feeling.

Li Yehuai turned his gaze to Zhang Gong, who was standing beside Song Yiyuan, and stood up with a glass of wine in hand: "Zhang Gong, you are the elder I respect the most. I offer you a toast."

Although he acted naturally, Song Yiyuan saw through his cover.

He withdrew his gaze and picked up a piece of lotus root for Lin Qingqing.