The men drank and talked until 11 p.m., and everyone at the table was quite drunk.

Zhou Peng, a young man, could no longer withstand the torment and went outside to vomit several times.

After vomiting, he came back and insisted that he wasn't drunk, and even wanted to offer a toast.

Zhou Dawu also got carried away and grabbed his son, wanting to have a drinking contest between father and son.

Zhang Cui, who was watching from the side, couldn't hold back any longer and went up to slap Zhou Dawu a few times.

"You're out of your mind! It's one thing to drink by yourself, but you also dragged Pengzi to drink with you. My son is suffering from the effects of drinking. I'm not finished with you."

Zhou Dawu winced in pain and dodged, while the couple pulled him to the other side.

Seeing that everyone had drunk quite a bit, they decided to go home.

The only one at the table who seemed clear-headed, Zhou Dayong, began to make arrangements: "Axu, you take Uncle Zhao and Grandpa Zhao home."

Zhao Wenbing's wife, Tian Xiaoyun, and Zhao Wenxiu had already gone back, leaving only the men of the Zhao family here.

Hearing the shouts, Zhao Xinfeng rushed out of the house. "Uncle, I haven't gone back yet. I'll go back with them."

Zhao Xinfeng stayed here so that he could bring the person back.

"Hey, Lao Zhou, you're not even drunk, why do you need to take me? It's just a short walk."

Zhao Wenbing stood up, but his body was unsteady and he almost slipped down again. Song Qi'an, who was next to him, quickly supported him.

"Qi An, you little rascal." Zhao Wenbing turned to look at his nephew and muttered with dissatisfaction.

"You actually didn't help your uncle today, but turned around and helped Old Zhou instead."

"What do you mean, kid? Even if your surname isn't Zhao, it's not Zhou either."

Zhao Wenbing was full of complaints. Although Zhou Dayong didn't drink, he participated in the drinking game, and when he lost, Song Qi'an drank for him. It was Song Qi'an who suggested it.

"Hey, hey, hey." Zhou Dayong pulled Zhao Wenbing back. "Xiao Song is being considerate of me because I can't drink but still want to have fun. You can't say anything to him."

The two grown men hugged each other again, their words babbling incoherently.

Song Qi'an gave Zhao Xinfeng a wink, signaling him to quickly help the person away.

Zhao Wenbing was forcibly dragged outside, shouting that he wanted to drink again tomorrow.

Old Master Zhao walked slowly behind with his hands behind his back. He had a good tolerance for alcohol, unlike the younger ones who didn't restrain themselves. He was relatively sober and walked steadily.

Hearing that the Zhao family was leaving, Zhou Sui hurriedly ran out of the kitchen.

"Brother Qi'an, wait a minute."

Song Qi'an was looking around for Zhou Sui.

"Take this first." A warm cup was handed to Song Qi'an, and Zhou Sui ran back to the room.

When she came out again, she was holding Song Qi'an's coat.

"Put your coat on quickly, don't catch a cold." Zhou Sui shook out her coat.

Because of the heat while drinking, Song Qi'an had already taken off the clothes that made him look twenty years older.

Zhou Sui intended for Song Qi'an to take the clothes and put them on, but unexpectedly, Song Qi'an directly reached into the sleeve and put the clothes on with Zhou Sui's help.

The two were very close, and Zhou Sui could smell the alcohol on Song Qi'an.

“Oh, right.” Zhou Sui pointed to the cup in Song Qi’an’s hand.

"I've made some hangover soup. Drink it while it's hot when we get back."

A large cup, filled to the brim, including Song Qi'an's and Zhao Wenbing's portions.

But when Song Qi'an heard these words, he thought they were prepared specifically for him.

"Okay, I will definitely finish it all." Song Qi'an's voice sounded a little hoarse, perhaps because he had been drinking.

His eyes were somewhat unfocused, and Zhou Sui felt her ears burning after just one glance.

Oh no, Song Qi'an's eyes are burning from drinking so much.

"Sui Sui." Song Qi'an called softly, looking at Zhou Sui tenderly.

"Hmm?" The atmosphere was a little strange, and Zhou Sui nervously fidgeted with the hem of her clothes.

My heart was pounding loudly; I couldn't tell if it was my own or Song Qi'an's.

Song Qi'an pursed his dry lips, about to speak, when a hoarse voice came from afar.

"Brother, are you here yet? My dad is about to collapse."

Zhou Sui suddenly remembered that Zhao Xinfeng and the others were still waiting for Song Qi'an ahead.

"Brother Qi'an, you should go back and get some rest."

As Zhou Sui spoke, she took a step back and stepped into the threshold.

Song Qi'an's eyes cleared, and he tightened his grip on the cup in his hand.

"Okay, I'm going back now. You should get some sleep. I'll pick you up tomorrow at noon to go to the city."

After receiving Zhou Sui's reply, Song Qi'an stepped forward.

Zhou Sui placed her hand on her chest, and heard the pounding of her heart. Could it be that the strong heartbeat she had just heard was her own?

Also, what was Song Qi'an trying to say just now?

"Sui Sui, what are you doing at the door?" Zhou Dayong, who had just come out of the kitchen after picking up the dishes, saw his daughter standing at the door like a wooden stake and asked curiously as he walked over.

"Dad!" Zhou Sui, who was lost in her own thoughts, was startled.

Zhou Dayong peeked out from outside, looking around. "What are you looking at? Xiao Song and the others have probably gone back already."

"They've all gone back." Zhou Sui entered the courtyard and closed the door behind her.

Zhou Dayong was still marveling, "Xiao Song's alcohol tolerance is really good. He poured that liquor down his throat like nothing happened."

"Even his uncle can't outdrink him. Today, with Xiao Song helping him out, I didn't drink, but I still had a great time watching him."

After finishing her meal, Zhou Sui went back to her room. All that was known was that she had been drinking outside, but no one knew how much she had drunk.

When she looked at the wine pot that Zhou Dawu had brought over, she saw that there was only the bottom left inside.

"How could they have drunk so much?!"

Zhou Dayong said with a smile, "What they drank was nothing compared to what Xiao Song drank."

"It's all because I had bad luck today, I lost too many times."

Zhou Sui's face showed worry. "Dad, Qi'an has a bad stomach. Why did you let him drink so much?"

Sensing something was off about his daughter's tone, Zhou Dayong quickly explained, "I didn't make him drink it, he insisted on drinking it."

"If he insists on drinking, just let him drink." Zhou Dayong felt like he was drunk too, and he kept repeating himself.

"Dad, you're never allowed to let Qi'an drink for you again!" I wonder how much stomach pain Song Qi'an will feel when he wakes up tomorrow.

Seeing Zhou Sui's serious face, Zhou Dayong, a doting father, wisely kept quiet.

But in his heart he was thinking, "You can control me, but can you control Song Qi'an?"

You know what, it really works!