Li Fuqiang also stood up, holding his wine glass and stammering, "Brother, brother, I'd like to toast you... I was ignorant before..."

Du Jianshan sat down with an air of authority, picked up his chopsticks and started eating meat: "Keep acting, keep acting!"

Li Guodong's face twitched, but he managed to hold back his outburst.

Liu Xiuqin quickly tried to smooth things over: "Jianshan, your Uncle Li knows he was wrong... Fuqiang has also admitted his mistake..."

She wiped away her tears and said, "Mom has come to terms with it. I've wronged you all these years... From now on, you're in charge of this family!"

Du Jianshan downed his drink in one gulp, grinned, and said, "Alright, shall we take Li Fuqiang to the police station first?"

The room fell silent instantly.

The wine glass in Li Fuqiang's hand crashed onto the table with a "bang".

Li Guodong clenched his jaw so hard it cracked, but forced a smile: "Jianshan, let's drink first! Let's drink first, tonight we're going to drink until we're both drunk!"

"Uncle has thought it over. Uncle shouldn't have treated you like that before. It was your brother's mistake, so naturally he has to take responsibility for it himself."

Liu Xiuqin, who was standing next to her, also wiped away her tears: "You are my own son, how could I not love you? That's why your Uncle Li said that this meal is to make amends to you."

Du Jianshan knew exactly what was going on.

They're trying to get him drunk so they can put his fingerprint on the document!

An apology?

They're clearly trying to save their lives!

He pretended to reach into his pocket, but actually took out some spiritual spring water from his spatial storage and took a sip.

"Come on! Drink!" Du Jianshan poured Li Fuqiang's glass full: "Little brother, this is a toast to you!"

Li Fuqiang's face turned green: "Brother, my alcohol tolerance..."

"Not giving me face?" Du Jianshan slammed his wine glass heavily on the table. "Didn't you just say you were admitting your mistake?"

Li Guodong quickly gave him a meaningful look: "Drink! Drink with your brother!"

Li Fuqiang had no choice but to bite the bullet and force it down.

Du Jianshan refilled the glass: "This cup is to toast your audacity in peeping at the widow bathing!"

Li Fuqiang's lips twitched, and his hands trembled.

I was practically cursing under my breath. What kind of nonsense was this bastard spouting?

But Du Jianshan seemed oblivious, his mouth chattering on and on like a firecracker.

"This toast is to your despicable heart that wants your own brother to take the blame!"

"This toast is to your shamelessness in taking over my father's worker position!"

With each sentence spoken, the expressions of the three people in the room grew increasingly grim.

After three cups, Li Fuqiang's eyes were already glazed over.

Du Jianshan turned around and filled Li Guodong's cup again: "Uncle Li, it's your turn!"

"This toast is to your excellent parenting!"

"This toast is to you, the one who usurped my place!"

"This toast is to you, you toad lusting after a swan, eyeing my father's pension!"

Li Guodong's face was as black as the bottom of a pot; he was so angry that his hands trembled, and he spilled half of the wine.

Liu Xiuqin wiped away her tears, saying, "Jianshan, Mom knows you're upset..."

"Mom?" Du Jianshan sneered, "Do you deserve it? This toast is for you, come on, you number one person who sells his son for personal gain!"

Liu Xiuqin cried even harder.

Seeing Li Fuqiang about to slip under the table, Li Guodong quickly kicked him: "Fuqiang! Drink with your brother!"

Li Fuqiang was already slurring his words: "Brother...I...I really can't..."

Du Jianshan picked up the bottle and blew straight into his mouth: "Raising fish? Drink up!"

After the meal, Li Fuqiang crawled under the table.

Li Guodong was also flushed from drinking and could barely speak.

Seeing that the fire was almost done, Du Jianshan suddenly slumped onto the table, saying, "I...I can't take it anymore..."

Liu Xiuqin quickly nudged him: "See the mountain? See the mountain?"

Du Jianshan snored loudly.

Liu Xiuqin and Li Guodong looked at Du Jianshan, who was lying on the table, and smiled triumphantly.

Liu Xiuqin's eyes still held a hint of guilt, and her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her apron.

Li Guodong sneered, reached out and patted Du Jianshan's face, and said with a sneer:

"You little rascal, you've finally gotten him drunk!"

"You son of a bitch, aren't you going to run away to the countryside? You've eaten my food for so many years, and you think you can just pack up and leave? No way."

Just as Li Guodong finished cursing, the curtain to the inner room was suddenly lifted, and Liu Chunhua swayed out, her waist swaying gracefully.

The widow had dressed up specially today; the powder on her face was so thick it was practically falling off, and her lips were smeared like she'd eaten a dead child. Her slanted eyes were fixed on the drunken Du Jianshan.