17: Chapter 17 Eighteen Layers of Hell 17: Chapter 17 Eighteen Layers of Hell However, it was actually the first time he had seen someone like her, with her clear soup and plain noodles, her unadorned face, petite and pure like a student.
Everyone’s gaze fell on An Ruo, unable to bear their burning eyes, she could only lower her head and demurely look away.
Tang Yuchen was very familiar with this place; he could be said to be its king.
Here, he needed not deliberately greet anyone, behaving as he pleased, his every move was full of the demeanor of a ruler.
An Ruo sat with him on the leather sofa, although she appeared calm on the surface, in reality, she wasn’t very confident inside.
She knew she should not have come to this place, yet she had stubbornly followed along.
The waitress prepared two bottles of ’88 red wine for Tang Yuchen, the rose-colored liquid poured into the tall glass, emitting a splendid glow.
Tang Yuchen picked up the glass, shook it by his lips, then suddenly pressed the cold rim of the glass against An Ruo’s tender lips.
An Ruowei hesitated slightly then carefully tried to avoid it, “I don’t drink.”
The man’s dark gaze fixed on her, his lips curved in a shallow smile, yet he did not speak.
Under his scrutiny, An Ruo gave in.
She reached out to take the glass, but Tang Yuchen avoided her hand, pressing the rim back to her lips.
Her mouth slightly open, she had no choice but to drink from his hand.
Even the most mellow wine felt spicy as it poured down her throat.
Tang Yuchen deliberately antagonized her, tilting the glass and pouring large gulps of wine into An Ruo’s mouth.
Frowning tightly, she drank with a grunt, and when she finished the last sip, she jerked her head away and covered her mouth, coughing violently.
“How does it taste?” The man’s large hand fell on her back, gently stroking, as if helping her catch her breath, yet also seemed like a suggestive hint.
An Ruo shook her head, not knowing if it was from the choking or from being drunk, her fair little face turned slightly red, “I’m not used to it.”
The man smiled, pouring a glass of whiskey for himself, half a glass, not too much or too little, but the alcohol content was very high.
An Ruo quickly shook her head, “I can’t drink anymore.”
Tang Yuchen swirled the glass, a faint smile on his face, “An Ruo, don’t you want to get back the An family’s cooperation?”
If I drink anymore, I’ll get drunk.”
“What are you afraid of, I’m here, no one will dare to touch you if you get drunk.” Of course, except for him.
An Ruo’s eyes flickered slightly, somewhat tempted.
If drinking just one more glass could regain the An family’s partnership, it seemed like a good deal.
Tang Yuchen suddenly shook his head with a smile, “You took too long to decide, I’ve changed my mind.”
He clapped his hands, and instantly a waitress brought over eighteen test tube shots.
The eighteen test tube shots, each a different color, shone in the light, casting bright and tempting glimmers.
“This is a specialty of Ming Dian, though the name isn’t nice, called Eighteen Layers of Hell, but each shot is exquisite to the taste.
If you can finish these, I’ll agree to continue the partnership with the An family.”
Tang Yuchen spoke with an air of nonchalance, but An Ruo’s face turned deathly pale.
Eighteen Layers of Hell, just hearing the name made one feel chilled.
Drinking these, she was sure to end up dead.
“You have five minutes to finish them all, otherwise, you will never have another chance.” The man’s lips curled, his smile three parts devilish, three parts spiteful, and one part ill-intentioned.
An Ruoxin understood that this was indeed her last chance.
Taking a deep breath, she picked up one test tube, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one go.