Xu Zhun slammed his glass heavily onto the table and let out an exaggerated, long sigh. “That Chen Ke—says he’s still got a pile of wrap-up work on hand. Tsk tsk, serves him right for missing this feast!”
“That’s enough out of you. If Chen Ke were here, the first thing he’d do is tape your mouth shut.”
Lu Xiao pushed the empty bottles in front of her aside. “I’ve been helping you all wrap things up for so long! I count as an unofficial member by now, right?!”
“Absolutely! By my authority, I hereby appoint you Standing Committee Member!”
Xu Qingyao chimed in carelessly, already deftly grabbing two bottles of hard liquor and popping the caps off with a bottle opener—pop, pop.
Her gaze swept around the table and finally locked precisely onto Yu Huaiting, who was heads-down pouring juice into his cup. The corner of her mouth curved into a sly smile.
“Hey, hey, hey, Yu the God, what are you doing?”
Xu Qingyao pressed down on Yu Huaiting’s juice cup. “This is a celebration banquet—a drinking party! You’re pouring a big glass of orange juice—planning to do some health regimen here?”
Yu Huaiting’s movements paused. He lifted his head, perfectly justified.
“My lover won’t let me drink.”
“That won’t do!”
Xu Qingyao was relentless, pushing an empty glass directly in front of Yu Huaiting. “Normally, fine—but what day is today? If you don’t drink, you’re not giving me face!”
She was drunk too—otherwise she wouldn’t dare say these things to Yu Huaiting.
Fu Songcheng sat to the side, originally quietly listening to their laughter and banter. Seeing Xu Qingyao looked dead set on drinking Yu Huaiting under the table, he frowned slightly and reached out to pull the empty glass over in front of himself.
“His alcohol tolerance is terrible. Don’t push him.”
Fu Songcheng’s voice was mild. He picked up the bottle and filled the glass. “I’ll drink for him.”
Yu Huaiting put on the air of the “official spouse,” looking proudly at Xu Qingyao. “Hear that? My lover’s drinking for me.”
Seeing this, Xu Qingyao rolled her eyes, her smile growing even wider.
She deliberately drew out her voice, using an extremely exaggerated tone of regret: “Aiyo, so sour, so sour~”
Bai Mu was giggling beside her, and not one to miss the fun, added, “Can’t even hold his liquor—needs Brother Fu to shield him.”
Xu Zhun seized the moment. “That’s what I’m saying! Number one on the rankings and still having Brother Fu block his drinks.”
Yu Huaiting straightened up, snatched the full glass of liquor from in front of Fu Songcheng, and while drinking, sneaked glances at Fu Songcheng—only daring to swallow after confirming he wasn’t angry. “Fine, I’ll drink.”
Fu Songcheng wasn’t unbothered—he’d simply seen that Yu Huaiting actually looked forward to playing around with Bai Mu and the others. So even though it might be a bit troublesome, he let Yu Huaiting have his way and go crazy with this group.
“Now that’s the spirit!”
Xu Zhun clapped and whistled like crazy, continuing to fan the flames.
Yu Huaiting boldly set down his glass, wiped his mouth, and looked provocatively at Xu Qingyao. “How’s that?”
“Badass!”
Xu Qingyao said, “Now drink another one for Brother Fu!”
Yet before Xu Qingyao’s praise could even land, Yu Huaiting’s expression underwent a subtle change. He tried to open his mouth to say something more, but his tongue clearly no longer obeyed. “I… let me tell you, this liquor… this liquor is a bit…”
“A bit what?”
Lu Xiao leaned in, watching him with amusement.
“A bit… dizzy…”
Before the words faded, Yu Huaiting’s body suddenly went limp as if all his bones had been drawn out, and he keeled straight over to the side.
Fu Songcheng was quick-eyed and quick-handed, catching him steadily in his arms. Yu Huaiting’s head bumped against Fu Songcheng’s shoulder, and he even rubbed against it comfortably before the sound of even breathing followed.
The table went quiet for a second, then erupted into roof-lifting laughter.
“Hahahahaha! I can’t!”
Xu Zhun laughed so hard he slapped his thigh, tears nearly coming out. “Quick, record a video!”
Xu Qingyao was also doubled over laughing, and while laughing, guiltily rubbed her nose. “Aiya, I really didn’t expect him to be this fragile. Brother Fu, I’m sorry.”
Fu Songcheng glanced down at Yu Huaiting, who was clinging dead to him and sleeping like the dead, feeling the other’s scorching body heat through his clothes, and sighed deeply in his heart.
He gently adjusted his sitting posture so Yu Huaiting could lean more comfortably, then raised his eyes, his gaze calmly sweeping over the culprits at the table, his tone faint: “Don’t film me.”
“Hahahaha okay!”
Bai Mu laughed and opened her phone to start recording, cunningly avoiding Fu Songcheng’s cool, refined face and focusing on Yu Huaiting’s.
“Absolutely incredible, truly incredible.”
Bai Mu tutted in wonder as she recorded; the usually steady, cheerful person now couldn’t hide her excitement at the spectacle. “My Yu the God actually got completely crashed by a single glass of liquor. Note this man called Little Handsome—he only had one drink and instantly passed out cold…”
Fu Songcheng didn’t even lift an eyelid. He very naturally adjusted the angle of his left arm so Yu Huaiting’s head could rest more steadily in the hollow of his neck.
Then he reached out his right hand, using his slender index and middle fingers to pick up the glass Yu Huaiting had left half-finished, and took a sip of the remaining liquor.
The proof wasn’t even high.
Over the next half hour or so, Fu Songcheng held his cup one-handed, clinking glasses with Lu Xiao across the table from time to time, and could even spare the attention to chat a few words with Bai Mu.
“Fu the God, how did you and Yu the God meet?”
Lu Xiao pushed the empty bottles in front of her completely aside, looking at Fu Songcheng’s effortless manner, and couldn’t help prying for gossip. “When you first entered the instance, you shouldn’t have known him yet, right?”
“The identity system.” Fu Songcheng lowered his eyes, his gaze pausing for a second on Yu Huaiting’s slightly furrowed brow. “It assigned us as lovers.”
The table instantly rang out with a chorus of uniform “Ewww—”
“Sour enough to kill me! How does entering the game even come with a matchmaking service!”
Xu Zhun dramatically clutched his chest. “Where’s my true love.”
“In your dreams!” Xu Qingyao smacked Xu Zhun on the back of the head.
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