It seemed like a rhetorical question, but it was directed at the person with the least power present. Yang Qingheng had no right to refuse; this was clearly an insult to her.
Unfortunately, there were two people she couldn't afford to offend at the scene, so Yang Qingheng could only swallow her pride and force a smile: "How could I mind? Miss Qiao is joking."
"It's fate that we can all get together. Let me drink to that first." Qiao Xihe said generously, raising the wine glass next to her and pouring herself a glass of red wine.
After finishing his drink, he handed a cup to Yang Qingheng: "I've always been straightforward, so if Miss Yang minds, you don't have to drink it."
The two elders next to her had already drunk some alcohol, and her cousin had already seen her drink. At this point, it was obvious to anyone with eyes that she was lying about being allergic to alcohol.
Yang Qingheng had no choice but to drink a cup. She watched as the refreshing wine started to burn as soon as it went down her throat and into her stomach, a wave of heat shooting straight to the top of her head.
It's strong!
Yang Qingheng's expression changed slightly.
Looking at the smiling woman across from him, he felt annoyed but patiently said, "I heard that Miss Qiao is from Jiang Province. I wonder what kind of delicious food Jiang Province has? I told Bai Nian that we were going to Jiang Province for our honeymoon, but we haven't had time to go yet."
"Mrs. Tang just went there, why are you asking me again?" Qiao Xihe raised an eyebrow, a hint of provocation flashing in her eyes.
It's her!
Yang Qingheng's eyes narrowed. She hadn't expected this woman to be so brazen. Did she think she had no evidence against her? How arrogant!
Unfortunately, she really can't do anything about her right now!
Yang Qingheng gritted her teeth, a surge of anger rising within her. She picked up the wine beside her, the icy liquid flowing down her throat, barely managing to suppress her volatile mood.
He lost all desire to stay, took a deep look at Qiao Xihe, said goodbye to the two elders, and walked outside.
How dare a powerless peasant like him fight her? He should take a look in the mirror and see how much he really is.
Qiao Xihe sneered, then turned to the two elders with a completely different, gentle expression.
As Yang Qingheng stepped out the door, her head felt dizzy and hot, and she took a deep breath. She searched the banquet hall but didn't see Song Hengjue, and felt a moment of disappointment.
He walked outside, intending to ask Cheng Shu for a hangover cure.
She had barely stepped into the courtyard when a hot body pulled her forcefully into its embrace.
Song Hengjue's cold breath filled her nostrils, and he kissed her until she was breathless before reluctantly releasing her lips.
"If you won't let me drink, how did you become an alcoholic?" Song Hengjue said helplessly, his breath close to Yang Qingheng's lips.
It made her heart itch, so she grabbed his stubble, pressed the back of his head, and pressed her lips and tongue against his.
Song Hengjue was panting and dazed from the kiss. In the darkness, he finally heard a woman's voice: "Song Hengjue, let's go home."
Yang Qingheng used both her hands and feet to jump onto his back and hugged his neck tightly.
The woman's soft cheek pressed against the man's strong back. Song Hengjue's ears turned slightly red, but he accurately caught the woman's unusual emotions. He carefully nuzzled the head in the crook of her neck with his cheek and asked, "What's wrong?"
After a long silence from Yang Qingheng behind him, Song Hengjue's heart leaped into his throat, his chest sinking. Just as he was about to put her down and ask her what was going on, the woman behind him forcefully bit his ear and commanded, "If you want to sleep with me, do it now!"
Song Hengjue was startled. He glanced around and only breathed a sigh of relief when he found no one. His blood rushed to his head: "This place... isn't good."
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