Chapter 165 Drunken Young Master Ting Scolds His Father-in-Law and Brother-in-Law
Yan Su put down his chopsticks and glanced at Murong Ting: "Brother Lin, are you raising fish? I've already finished, what are you still standing there with your bowl? I'm waiting to fill your second bowl for you."
If Murong Ting was forced to drink just now, he is now truly drowning his sorrows in alcohol.
After finishing one bowl, another was served.
Before long, after several rounds of drinks, the group had drunk quite a bit.
Seeing that Murong Ting reeked of alcohol and had his head resting on the table, Lin Cheng said in a low voice, "Young Master Ting, are you a little drunk? Why don't we ask Mr. Yan for a room to rest for a while?"
Murong Ting suddenly raised his head, slurring his words, "Rest? No, I'm not resting... I'm not drunk, I haven't had enough to drink yet!"
As he spoke, he poured himself another bowl and staggered over to Yan Heli: "Here, Shi Hu, this bowl, this bowl is for you!"
Lin Cheng hurriedly chased after him: "Brother Ting, wait, wait a minute, hey, don't go, ancestor!"
Ignoring the objections, Murong Ting leaned close to Yan Heli and said, "Shihu, let's drink!"
Yan Heli sighed, "Lin Ting, I'm not drinking with you anymore. You young man, your alcohol tolerance is too low."
"No? Yes, no, none of you can do it!" He said, shoving a plate of food on the table into Yan Heli's hands: "Shi Hu, you drink it, and I'll tell you a secret."
"Oh? What secret?" Yan Heli narrowed his eyes: "Gently picking at a bite of food."
Murong Ting, assuming he had been drinking, chuckled contentedly, "I'll tell you a secret, I'm actually not Lin Ting, I'm..."
"Tingdi!" Lin Cheng covered his mouth upon seeing this. "Mr. Yan, my brother has drunk too much. Let me take him aside to sober up first."
Murong Ting frowned and kicked him away: "Why can't I speak? How can you be so cowardly? Let me tell you, don't be afraid, a real man has nothing to fear, I'm going to speak!"
After saying that, he staggered and grabbed Yan Heli's shoulder: "Shihu, my secret is that I'm not actually Lin Ting, I'm Murong Ting! Surprised? Unexpected?!"
Yan Heli squinted and didn't say anything, but at this moment Lin Cheng felt that this was simply a huge social death scene.
Young Master Ting, you must be crazy!
"Are you Murong Ting?" Yan Heli looked at him indifferently.
Murong Ting nodded: "You deliberately messed with me today for the sake of five sixes, making me do so much work. How about it? Now that you know my identity, are you scared?"
"Kid, don't talk nonsense. What work did I ask you to do?" Yan Heli glanced at Kong Wange guiltily.
Murong Ting complained, "You made me move things, they're so heavy, my back is so sore I can't even straighten up. Tell me, if my back breaks, wouldn't it be Wanwan who suffers the most?"
Kong Wange, standing to the side: "?"
Yan Heli waved his hand: "Little Ge'er, don't listen to his nonsense!"
"Who's talking nonsense? You even want me to go and carry manure!"
Murong Ting staggered over to Kong Wange, his face contorted with grievance as he brought it close: "Wanwan, that bucket of manure was huge! I carried it around the garden, and you can smell how stinky I am!"
Kong Wange poked his face with her hand: "...Get off me."
"Wanwan, how could you make me get away? Don't you really like me?" Murong Ting asked, looking distressed.
Kong Wange: "..."
Lin Cheng was on the verge of tears and quickly went forward to pull Murong Ting away.
Is today the end of the world?
Why did he feel suffocated even though he hadn't done anything?
"Young Master Ting, Young Master Ting, the young mistress doesn't mind you, please come inside with me quickly."
Murong Ting shook off Lin Cheng: "Why would I go inside with you, a grown man? Don't bother me, I haven't finished speaking yet!"
Turning his head, he pointed at Yan Heli and said, "You even made me catch a chicken, and you named it 'Little Tingzi,' which is a dig at me. Little Tingzi, you're the one who should be called Little Tingzi, you little Lizi!"
Lin Cheng broke down: "Young Master Ting, you have no sense of propriety when it comes to your words! That's the young mistress's teacher! You've really gone mad!"
Murong Ting shoved him away: "Are you kidding me? Am I crazy?"
He turned his head and grabbed Yan Su's head, saying, "Tell me, am I crazy?"
Yan Su was terrified: "...You didn't."
Murong Ting nodded in satisfaction and said to Lin Cheng, "Did you hear that? Tsk, you're so arrogant because you're favored, all you do is spread rumors about me every day."
He turned his head and looked Yan Su carefully: "Just because you have five sixes doesn't mean you can settle our score just because you say a few nice words to me!"
Yan Su: "What grudge do we have against each other?"
"Don't think I don't know you deliberately got me drunk, and you're even trying to compete with me for Wanwan!" As he spoke, he cupped his face and suddenly leaned close, examining him closely for a long time before snorting, "With your ugly appearance, you think you're worthy of competing with me?"
Yan Su: "..." I was the school heartthrob back in the day, you know!
"Let me tell you, in terms of age, I'm younger and stronger than you; in terms of wealth, I could buy ten thousand of your beat-up Bentleys! In terms of seniority, you're a thing of the past. If you know what's good for you, you'd better back off!"
Lin Cheng, standing to the side, gave up completely.
Forget it, let it all be destroyed, whatever.
Even if he's a king, he can't carry a piece of scrap metal at all.
After talking to Yan Su enough, Murong Ting turned around and went to find Kong Wange.
He squatted down, rested his chin on Kong Wange's lap, his eyes red, whether from the alcohol or from genuinely about to cry, it was hard to tell.
He sniffed and said, "Yan Yan, I was wrong."
Kong Wange was stunned for a moment, then said with a complicated expression, "Murong Ting, you've had too much to drink."
Didn't this man pretend he didn't know her before?
Now they're even calling Yan Yan by a name we haven't heard in eight hundred years. They're really drunk.
Murong Ting shook his head: "I...I didn't drink too much."
He grabbed Kong Wange's hand and said, "Yan Yan, I was wrong to you back then. Please forgive me."
He blinked his wet eyes, looking pleadingly like a puppy: "Didn't you want custody? When we go back, we'll live together. I'll help you have a bunch of kids, and you can have all the custody, okay?"
Kong Wange sighed: "I want custody of Xiao Chen, but I don't want to have another child with you!"
Murong Ting frowned, and after a long while said, "So you're unwilling to forgive me?"
He thought about it for a while, then suddenly said, "Yan Yan, how about I bring you flowers? Don't you like peonies the most? I'll bring you flowers, so don't be angry."
After saying that, he released Kong Wange and staggered toward the flowerbed they had just watered that day.
Upon seeing this, Yan Heli, who was standing to the side, immediately felt a sense of foreboding.
Without thinking, he chased after him: "You little brat, what are you doing!"
Despite being drunk, Murong Ting was quite lucid at this moment. He chose whichever flower was the most beautiful and beautiful, and without saying a word, he broke off four or five peonies.
Yan Heli: "?!"
He had carefully cultivated these peonies for over a decade, treasuring them dearly. And this brat just picked them like that?!
He clutched his chest in anger: "Enough, enough! You...you still dare to break it?!"
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