Even though I knew it was hopeless, I kept encouraging myself.

This is the twelfth bottle. Li Changfeng is about to collapse. If we persevere a little longer, we can definitely make him look foolish.

Last time at Qipanshan, I lost the fight and the car race, and even knelt down and called him "father." This time, I can't beat him in my strong suit. What face will I have left?

Damn it, we can't lose.

As Yu Wencheng was thinking this, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and squatted down, clutching his stomach.

"Ah..." Yu Wencheng's face was contorted with rage as he shouted, his forehead covered in a fine layer of sweat, and his veins bulging.

At the same time, a pungent smell spread.

My pants were half wet and smelled terrible.

Li Changfeng immediately recognized what had happened: Yu Wencheng's bladder had ruptured.

He brought it all on himself.

In an attempt to show off, he held it in and didn't go to the toilet. Not only did he not relieve himself in time, he also kept drinking alcohol, consuming twelve jin (approximately 6 catties) of liquor in total. No wonder he couldn't handle it.

"Young Master Yu, what's wrong?" A servant from the Yu family noticed the situation and immediately came over.

"Quick, take me to the hospital..." After saying this, Yu Wencheng's vision went black and he fainted.

"What's wrong with my grandson? What happened?" The old man came over and asked with concern.

What a wonderful birthday banquet! The atmosphere inside and out was joyous, with everyone toasting and having a great time.

As a result, everything was messed up.

Yu Wencheng had tolerated being called "son" by Li Changfeng before, just so as not to disrupt his grandfather's big day. However, he still ruined the wedding banquet with his own hands.

This is a classic case of "lifting a stone only to drop it on one's own foot."