Gu Yuan raised his glass again and downed the strong liquor in one gulp in front of everyone. Fu Hange didn't know how Gu Yuan felt, but it probably wasn't much better than hers. She really couldn't understand what Tang Qiang and the others were eating to grow up like this; they liked to drink such strong liquor and even seemed to enjoy it.
They were all so engrossed in drinking that they hadn't even ordered any food. Fu Hange was both hungry and in pain, and though she wanted to eat, she was too embarrassed to ask, so she had to endure it. Her stomach was churning violently, like it was on fire, almost igniting her organs.
Gu Yuan was still drinking with them, and Fu Hange felt sorry for him. Was it really worth it for a little bit of dirty money? Noticing that her eyes were wet, Fu Hange subconsciously touched them. She realized that she had been crying without realizing it, for Gu Yuan.
She didn't know how many times she had cried because of Gu Yuan, but this time it was for him, not because of him, but because she felt sorry for him, and at the same time hated him. She hated that he didn't love his own body, nor did he love her.
The noise in the private room never stopped. Tang Qiang's gang kept urging Gu Yuan to drink. Gu Yuan had just helped her with a drink, and now everyone was trying to get him to drink. Fu Hange didn't expect Gu Yuan to be so resilient. From the beginning until now, even though he was a little dazed, he still tried his best to stay sober.
His apparent sobriety only made those people think that Gu Yuan had a high alcohol tolerance, so they kept pouring him drinks.
One cup... two cups... countless cups...
Gu Yuan maintained an unchanging smile, which made Fu Hange increasingly uneasy. As if making a decision, she suddenly snatched the cup Gu Yuan was about to drink from and smashed it hard on the ground.
The private room fell silent instantly. Everyone present looked at Fu Hange, except for Gu Yuan, who was still looking down, half-drunk and half-awake. A moment of silence fell, and the atmosphere became tense.
Fu Hange was still panting heavily, not yet recovered from the panic she had just experienced. She knew this might ruin Gu Yuan's plans, but she couldn't continue watching him being forced to drink like that. Left with no other choice, she made this decision.
Tang Qiang laughed twice, breaking the deadlock: "What are you all standing there for? Come on, waiter, bring the food."
Fu Hange breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Tang Qiang didn't say much. Although she didn't know if he harbored any resentment towards them, at least he hadn't said anything yet.
"Come, Miss Xu, I toast to your love." Tang Qiang's voice suddenly rang out.
Fu Hange blankly raised her glass, closed her eyes, and downed the potent liquor that felt like it was tearing her apart. The sensation from before surged back, and before she could even recover, this second glass brought tears to her eyes. Was Tang Qiang abandoning Gu Yuanlai and turning his attention to her instead?
Gu Yuan said in a slightly drunken tone, "She can't drink, so I'll drink for her."
Tang Qiang refused and raised his glass to Fu Hange. Fu Hange had no choice but to continue drinking. After three rounds, Fu Hange's mind began to become muddled, just like when she went to see President Liu in China last time. That time, she got very drunk on pyrimidine and Gu Yuan had to carry her back in the end.
Who knows who it will be this time? Gu Yuan is drunk tonight, and she's drunk too. It seems like they can't find anyone to take them home. Her head is getting dizzier and dizzier. Fu Hange has lost the ability to think. She lies on the table, pursing her lips, mumbling incoherently.
In her dazed state, she seemed to feel a pair of large hands moving between her legs, and she seemed to hear something being said, but Fu Hange couldn't make out the details.
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