Chapter 127 Drink Enough
Chen Congyu was particularly perceptive tonight. Ever since she realized that Jiang Xilin brought her here tonight just to help him drink, she had no intention of not drinking at all tonight.
Since he wanted to, she did it.
Mr. Yang was very satisfied with Chen Congyu's sensible behavior.
“I didn’t expect Miss Shen to play the piano so well and drink so readily. It’s really impressive.”
His eyes were on Shen Congyu's face most of the time. He smiled and said a few polite words, and he never missed a single time to pour wine into Shen Congyu's cup.
After a few glasses of wine, Chen Congyu felt her throat beginning to reject the alcohol. She forced herself to remain calm, put down the glass as if nothing had happened, and picked up the glass of juice next to her.
Without looking carefully, he grabbed the back of Jiang Xilin's hand.
Chen Congyu paused, glanced sideways, and quickly said "sorry".
It was just a brief glance, and Chen Congyu turned his head and savored it in his heart.
Why is there still such an expressionless face?
She didn't even say a word of unwillingness, so isn't he satisfied with that?
While Shen Congyu was wondering what else she should do, Mr. Yang raised his wine glass again. She had a smile on her face but was cursing in her heart.
In the eyes of Jiang Xilin beside her, Shen Congyu was very proactive. He glanced at her and sat slightly, "Boss Yang..."
Just as he opened his mouth, the door of the box was pushed open from the outside and the waiter came in to look for Jiang Xilin.
"Boss Jiang, something happened upstairs at Mr. Yan's place. Would you like to go over and take a look?"
When Shen Congyu heard the content, he turned towards Jiang Xilin.
Jiang Xilin obviously knew that Yan Zhao would be here tonight, and he had a rough idea of what kind of surprise would happen. Without hesitation, he said, "I'll go over later."
He asked Mr. Yang to wait for a moment. Mr. Yang expressed his understanding and offered to continue after he came back.
Before Jiang Xilin left, he lowered his eyes to look at Chen Congyu, who was wondering what she was thinking. He did not let her go and left the room alone.
He went upstairs, and before he reached the room where Yan Zhao was, he heard a commotion. He entered and saw that the room was in a mess, with Yan Zhao's group and the group on the opposite side clearly in opposition.
Yan Zhao stood there, wearing a single layer of clothing with his sleeves rolled up. The veins on his drooping forearms and the backs of his hands were bulging and stained with blood.
It seemed that the person opposite said something before Jiang Xilin came. Yan Zhao exuded a murderous aura. He grabbed the man's hair with his bloody hand and slammed his head onto the table beside him.
The skull hit the solid table top again and again, making a dull sound. It was soon stained with blood and became sticky.
After a few hits, blood began to seep out of the man's forehead.
Yan Zhao's expression was cold, completely inconsistent with the rough movements of his hands. He pulled the man's hair up and said, "Are you still talking? Huh?"
The opponent had injuries on his body just now. After those few collisions, he wanted to resist at first, but after a few hits, he had no strength left.
Yan Zhao asked him a question, but he couldn't say anything for a long time. His legs went limp and his body seemed to collapse as if he had lost strength.
But for Yan Zhao, if he didn't answer, it meant that the fight was not enough and he had to continue.
Seeing Yan Zhao being so cruel, no one dared to step forward to stop him.
Seeing that his men were about to die, Jiang Xilin stepped forward and supported Yan Zhao's arm.
"Okay, don't make anyone die."
He stopped Yan Zhao's movements.
Yan Zhao let go, and the man fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.
Jiang Xilin looked at it indifferently.
Yan Zhao said to the others, "If I hear similar remarks again, I will come after you one by one."
He turned around to get his coat and walked out. Jiang Xilin said something to his friends, asked them to clean up the mess, and followed Yan Zhao.
Yan Zhao stopped by the window at the end of the corridor to smoke. The combined effects of the cool breeze and nicotine gradually calmed his boiling blood.
Jiang Xilin asked him, "If I'm not mistaken, that man was Li Zi's old friend?"
"What friend? He's just a bootlicker," Yan Zhao commented rudely. He took a drag on his cigarette and added, "This kind of man will only spread rumors out of anger. If this wasn't the right occasion, I'd tear his mouth apart."
"They probably won't dare to do that again in the future."
Yan Zhao flicked off his cigarette ash as he thought of something, then said with a self-deprecating smile, "I haven't done anything like this since Li Zi passed away three years ago."
Jiang Xilin: "She seemed to hate you hitting people in the past."
"Yes, this time is an exception. I hope she won't hate me."
When he said the last half of the sentence, Yan Zhao's voice almost blended into the night outside.
He quickly adjusted his mood and looked at Jiang Xilin, "Don't you have something else to do? Go and do your thing. I'll be back after I finish my cigarette."
Jiang Xilin nodded and looked at the blood on his hands that had dried when he stopped Yan Zhao. He frowned in disgust and said, "Then I'll go down first. You should go back early."
"Um."
Jiang Xilin went to the bathroom first, washed his hands, and rubbed them twice with hand soap before rinsing them clean.
With water still dripping from his hands, he returned to his room. As soon as he entered, Mr. Yang was sitting facing the door, while Shen Congyu had her back to it. She held her cheek with one hand and did not move when he opened the door.
Mr. Yang, on the other hand, was quite happy and said to Jiang Xilin, "Miss Shen is so generous and has an extraordinary alcohol tolerance. Boss Jiang, you are so lucky to have such a beautiful and capable person by your side."
It can be seen that his satisfaction with Shen Congyu has now reached its peak.
Jiang Xilin didn't respond. He walked to the table and took two pieces of paper to wipe his hands. His eyes slowly moved to Chen Congyu's face.
Her eyelids were half drooping, her cheeks were red, even her eyelids were stained, and it seemed that she had drunk some wine after he left and was already drunk.
Jiang Xilin threw the tissue in his hand into the trash can and asked Mr. Yang, "Didn't you say you would wait until I come back before continuing?"
Mr. Yang smiled and said, "I saw that Miss Shen was so cheerful and we got along so well, so I couldn't help but have a few more drinks with her. Boss Jiang, you're back just in time. I've had a good time drinking tonight too. Let's talk about cooperation."
"It turns out that Mr. Yang knew that we were here to discuss cooperation tonight, and not just treat this as a bar."
Jiang Xilin was still standing there, with a slender figure and no trace of softness on his face. Combined with his attitude when he spoke, it was very oppressive.
It’s just that Mr. Yang was also drunk, his reaction was slow, and he was still immersed in drinking with the beautiful woman.
He said nonchalantly, "Wine is for liveliness, just like Miss Shen, it makes us feel better, and then things will naturally become easier to talk about."
Jiang Xilin said nothing, grabbed Shen Congyu's arm and pulled her up.
Chen Congyu couldn't stand the sudden shake, her head felt dizzy, and she subconsciously leaned into his arms.
Mr. Yang asked, "What's wrong? What does this mean?"
"Since Mr. Yang likes drinking so much, then stay here and drink. I'll find someone who can drink well and will definitely accompany you."
At this point, Mr. Yang reacted and saw that Jiang Xilin was going to take Shen Congyu away.
He stood up and said, "We still have business to discuss..."
"Business?" Jiang Xilin said these two words with a strong sense of sarcasm. "I don't think it's necessary. I'll pay for tonight's consumption. Mr. Yang must drink to his heart's content."
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