Chapter 101 (Accompanying Drinkers)

As evening fell and the sun set, Lu Ming sat in his car in front of the Wen family's house for the entire day.

He was unlucky today; Wen Chu didn't come out often, and he only caught a glimpse of her.

He planned to stay in the other person's room until the lights went out before leaving, as usual, but then he saw Wen Chu suddenly come out of the house.

Lu Ming's eyelids twitched. He glanced at the time; it was already 7 p.m. Where was the other person planning to go at this hour?

He didn't drive his usual signature cars, but rather the most unremarkable Mercedes-Benz GLC, and changed the license plate to a very ordinary one. Wen Chu didn't notice his presence and drove away directly.

Despite knowing that following the other party was wrong, he couldn't resist. Before he could even finish his internal struggle, he had already turned the steering wheel and followed them.

The woman's driving skills were as fierce as ever, with a kind of beauty that disregarded the lives of others. She looked aggressive, as if she was going to run someone over.

Seeing this scene, Lu Ming's worries, which had been weighing on his chest, dissipated somewhat.

Even without her memories, she is still herself.

Lu Ming followed at a certain distance, wondering who the other person was going to meet, but he didn't expect that the other person would eventually turn into a shopping mall.

Even after the woman walked inside right before his eyes, Lu Ming still looked at the extravagantly named "Heaven on Earth" in disbelief.

Wen Chu has been in a pretty good mood for the past few days. She has blocked all of Lu Ming's contact methods and asked her family to throw back any gifts he sends her on the spot. She has also kept to herself and the family has no chance of hearing from him again.

But when I have some free time, those unpleasant images still pop into my mind at inopportune moments, and just thinking about them makes my chest feel tight.

As if sensing her current situation, her app started frequently pushing "how to quickly forget your crush" to her. She clicked on one, and then countless others followed.

Finally, one netizen offered a sharp comment: "There's no such thing as an unforgettable ex; it's just that you haven't met a new love that's good enough. Try going to a shopping mall and having 18 male models fawn over you, and see if you still have time to think about your stupid ex."

Wen Chu pondered for a few seconds after seeing the comment, thinking it was worth a try. She reflected on her past life and realized that Lu Ming was the only man she had ever been with. She thought her social circle was too small and she lacked experience, which was why she was so fixated on this one man.

In a moment of impulsiveness, she was already sitting in the luxury private room.

She was decked out in designer brands and looked like a wealthy woman. The manager was incredibly enthusiastic towards her and didn't dare to neglect her at all.

Wen Chu first pretended to be serious and asked the manager to bring her two bottles of low-alcohol wine.

Then, feeling a little timid inside, he said with practiced ease, "Call over the most handsome guy here."

The manager said with great enthusiasm, "No problem, I guarantee your satisfaction!"

Before long, the manager called over a row of men, each over 185 cm tall, with broad shoulders and long legs, and each with a distinct style.

Wen Chu thought to herself, "Whoa!" and calmly chose the three that caught her eye the most.

One was wearing a white shirt, the hem neatly tucked under black suit trousers, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, revealing strong forearms; another looked like a recent college graduate, wearing a long black hoodie, loose dark blue jeans, with only a silver chain around his neck as decoration, clean and refreshing, exuding youthful energy; the last one was wearing a black suit uniform, tie, with a cool expression, high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and glasses, giving off an ascetic vibe.

The manager's smile widened, signaling to the three who remained to be more perceptive.

After the manager left, Wen Chu and the three men were left looking at each other in bewilderment.

The three men exchanged glances, and for once, they looked a little embarrassed.

A handsome, slightly rebellious male college student, dressed in a black hoodie, stepped forward first and promptly took the glass from her hand, asking with concern, "It's just the beginning, drink less. What do you want to play?"

His voice is deep and pleasant; he seems to know how to charm women.

"Um, how about you guys... dance for me first?" That was the only thing Wen Chu could think of for the moment.

The man raised an eyebrow slightly: "Okay."

The intro to a currently popular hit song started playing, and as she watched three men swaying their bodies not far from her, Wen Chu experienced the charm of the phrase "overwhelmed" for the first time, and applauded the emotional value of it.

As the atmosphere warmed up, she gradually relaxed.

After the dance, the three sat down around her and taught her how to play the dice. Wen Chu was shaking the dice enthusiastically when she shouted, "Open!"

Just then, the door to the private room was indeed pushed open from the outside.

A tall figure stood at the doorway, the flickering lights in the private room casting dappled shadows on his face, making his complexion appear and disappear.

The other person was wearing a black shirt and trousers, with a well-built figure and deep-set features. Standing there, his aura and appearance were on a completely different level from the three people present.

Wen Chu looked up, her hand stopped, and her smile vanished instantly.

The entertainment in the private room came to an abrupt end.

"Handsome, you've come to the wrong private room," the man in the white shirt said, straightening up.

Lu Ming looked at the woman sitting on the sofa, grinning broadly, having a great time, with two bottles of wine in front of her, looking like she was about to have a wild night of revelry. His face darkened to the point of being black with rage.

Lu Ming ignored the man in the white shirt's words, strode over, and stood in front of Wen Chu, so angry that he couldn't speak for a moment.

The three men sitting around Wen Chu stood up, exchanged glances, and became wary again. They asked Wen Chu, "Sister, do you know this gentleman?"

younger sister?

Lu Ming gasped, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, and it took a lot of willpower to suppress the urge to punch someone.

The person in question seemed quite pleased with the title, pouring himself a glass of wine without even looking up, and said casually, "I don't know you, I've never seen you before. I thought you were one of your colleagues."

Lu Ming tilted his head, his eyes widening slightly, unable to believe that the woman would compare him to them.

Upon hearing this, the uniformed man said sternly, "Sir, this is a private room. If this lady did not invite you, you are not qualified to enter. Please leave, otherwise we will have to notify security."

Lu Ming's gaze remained fixed on the person sitting in the middle. He finally spoke, his voice trembling slightly: "Come back with me..."

"Do I know you? Why would I go back with you?" Wen Chu calmly took a sip of her drink, looking at the big screen without glancing at him.

Lu Ming walked straight up, bent down, snatched the wine glass from her hand, and threw it heavily against the wall next to her.

A crisp cracking sound rang out, and the wine splashed everywhere, startling everyone.

Before she could speak, Lu Ming had already grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the three men to his side.

"What are you doing? Let go!" Wen Chu's face was ashen, but she continued to say provocative things. "If you want to stay and play together, that's fine. There's no need for this!"

"Wen Chu!" Lu Ming clenched his teeth, provoked by her flippant words.

“Let go!”

The man in the black uniform gripped Lu Ming's hand tightly and said sternly, "Sir, please let go! She doesn't want to go with you. If you keep this up, we'll really call security!"

Lu Ming looked at him as if he were a dead object: "I'm her fiancé, what are you guys?"

All three people present were slightly taken aback.

Wen Chu's eyes widened, and she tilted her head in surprise: "Can't you have any shame?"

Lu Ming's temples throbbed, and he said in an unusually somber and oppressive voice, "If you don't leave, I'll make sure none of them can survive here."

Wen Chu curled her lips and sneered, "Threatening me? Who do you think you are? You can target them, and I can protect them. Or let's see whose money is more valuable?" After she finished speaking, she forcefully shook off the person's hand.

Lu Ming stared at his hand, which had been flung away, trembling slightly. He had hidden it in his pocket. He looked at her incredulously for a long time before finally managing to ask with difficulty, "These people are worth protecting?"

“Sir, we also have legitimate jobs, please don’t discriminate against us,” the man in the shirt couldn’t help but say.

"He's just a habitual jerk, just ignore him."

Wen Chu looked at Lu Ming impatiently: "It's my money, I can spend it however I want. Can you just leave? I finally got to have some fun, are you going to ruin that? Do you just hate to see me happy?"

Lu Ming remained standing there, watching her, his chest heaving violently, his breathing rapid, without making any movement.

He was being stared at and provoked by three men who should never have had the chance to see him in their entire lives.

You could also read a sense of superiority and a keen interest in Wen Chu in their eyes.

Lu Ming's anger was about to engulf him.

The thought that these people might have touched Wen Chu with their filthy hands during the time before he arrived made him want to chop their hands and eyes to pieces.

"What exactly are you doing standing here? Or do you want to stay?" The anger in her heart drove Wen Chu to say hurtful words. "Oh, how about this, I just want someone to drink with me anyway. If you can outdrink all three of them, I'll allow you to drink with me?"

Lu Ming was clearly not expected her to say such a thing. He looked at her, his Adam's apple bobbing, a hint of surprise and hurt flashing in his eyes, as if trying to figure out if she was serious.

As the CEO of the prestigious Baiyue Group and the current head of the Lu family, he should be a figure of great importance, highly sought after. It would be a disgrace for him to be reduced to drinking contests with a few insignificant service industry workers in a mediocre business establishment.

Wen Chu felt that someone as noble and proud as Lu Ming would never agree to such an embarrassing request.

But who told this person to have the audacity to interfere with her?

Is it that no matter how she tries to distance herself, the other person doesn't take it seriously, thinking she's joking, convinced she hasn't completely let go, and convinced she'll back down for him?

Thinking about this, Wen Chu felt extremely angry.

She had to make it clear to everyone that what she said before was serious, not a fit of pique, nor a disguised form of flirting.

So she coldly met his gaze.

After realizing the woman was truly serious, Lu Ming lowered his eyes, his gaze darkening. After a moment of silence, he finally said, "Okay."

“But if I win the drink, you have to come back with me.”

Wen Chu was startled and frowned: "Lu Ming, are you sick in the head?"

She was actually annoyed by his self-deprecating remarks.

Lu Ming turned his head expressionlessly and glanced at the wine on the table.

After gradually understanding the relationship between the two, the man in the white shirt advised, "Brother, why bother? We can hold our liquor very well. It's almost impossible for you to drink all three of us by yourself. If we throw up here, we'll have to pay a cleaning fee."

Lu Ming's expression was hidden in the darkness, and his voice was very low: "This prescription is too low, change it."

The man in the white shirt initially wanted to dissuade them, but the two men behind him pulled him back, saying that it would be foolish not to make money. So they kept quiet, and soon enough, four rows of strong liquor had already been poured.

Lu Ming lowered his eyelids, pulled up his suit pants, and sat down. His figure was completely out of place here, let alone having to sit on the same sofa with the other three people. If Zhou Jiayang and the others knew that he had agreed to this kind of thing here, they would be dumbfounded.

The man in the shirt tentatively suggested, "Shall we go one at a time?"

"Together."

The three were shocked, "This..."

Lu Ming clearly didn't want to listen to their nonsense, and had already picked up a glass and drunk it all in one gulp.

Their group-based drinking style seemed like a very unfair victory, but judging from Lu Ming's attitude, they ultimately didn't say anything.

They then picked up a glass, and the wine was very spicy and bitter, making them involuntarily frown.

But Lu Ming had already picked up the second cup and drunk it all in one gulp, then the third, the fourth... without stopping, drinking like he was risking his life.

One empty glass after another was placed on the table. The clinking of the glasses against the table was enough to deter anyone from approaching.

Seeing him like this, the three of them couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him. They couldn't help but glance at Wen Chu and imagine the story between them.

Wen Chu sat not far away, watching Lu Ming. Her eyes flickered, and the words of dissuasion lingered on her lips, but she ultimately didn't say them.

Seeing that Wen Chu did not stop them, the three of them also became focused. At first, they relied on their numbers and momentum, and in addition, they could not lose face in front of Wen Chu, so they held back their energy and drank very hard. However, they soon began to run out of energy.

The person opposite him had an insatiable capacity for alcohol; it was terrifying. He drank such a high concentration of liquor without even changing his expression.

After several rounds of drinks, the other person's drinking speed didn't seem to slow down much, like an emotionless machine. They weren't given any time to catch their breath either. They could only clutch their burning stomachs, suppress the urge to vomit, and shake their heads to try and hold on.

Only Wen Chu noticed that Lu Ming's expressionless face revealed a few moments of suppressed distress, which he quickly suppressed.

Wen Chu suddenly remembered that this person had just suffered from a stomach ailment a few days ago, and drinking so recklessly now might really cause a problem.

In fact, Lu Ming's back was already soaked with cold sweat, but in the dim light and wearing a black shirt, he was not easily noticed. His hands, resting on his knees, were slightly clenched, his knuckles icy cold, and his face was drained of color from the intermittent sharp pains in his stomach.

The doctor had already explicitly forbidden him from drinking alcohol during this period and had explained the seriousness of the consequences to him.

Seeing that the four rows of wine were almost empty, two of the three men from Shang K had already collapsed, and the remaining one was swaying and looking miserable. Wen Chu finally got up, not wanting to continue this farce any longer.

She walked over, took the wine glass from Lu Ming's hand, and said irritably, "Don't drink anymore."

Lu Ming looked up at her, his eyes dark: "Did I win?"

Wen Chu didn't answer, and walked towards the door with a cold face: "I'm going back."

Lu Ming tried to stand up, but the pain in his stomach made him fall back down. He clutched his stomach, took a deep breath, composed himself, stood up again, and quickly caught up with Wen Chu, grabbing her wrist.

Wen Chu tried to break free, but the other person held her tightly, giving her almost no chance to escape.

"It's a deal. If I win, you'll come back with me." A stubborn light gleamed in Lu Ming's eyes.

Wen Chu deflated, letting the person hold her hand, and went to the front desk to pay the bill.