"You came here with Lan Song, didn’t you? Isn’t it boring to sit alone? Didn’t you hear what Lan Song said? No one leaves sober today. Come on, if you don’t drink red wine, at least have some beer!" As the man said this, he filled a glass and handed it to He Zhilan.
He Zhilan had never been in such a situation before. In her past life, she was always scraping by at the bottom of society. Even when she met Liu Jiang, he never took her out, so her life was always simple. She had absolutely no experience with social drinking.
"I’m sorry, but I don’t drink." He Zhilan rigidly refused, then got up to return her glass to the table, intending to move somewhere else.
However, Lan Song suddenly came over, laid a hand on He Zhilan’s shoulder, pressing her back into her seat. He then sat down beside her, flagged everyone over, and said to He Zhilan, "These are all my buddies. Just have one drink with each. It’s just a courtesy, right? You could at least give me that, right? If you can’t even do this, why would I, Lan Song, help you with anything? Don’t you think, He Zhilan? Everything has a give-and-take, right? I help you, you help me. We help each other out, right?"
"Lan Song, this isn’t what we agreed on." He Zhilan lowered her voice, a hint of anger on her face, "I am not your drinking companion!"
"What! What! What! Why does that sound so terrible? We’re all friends here, just having a drink together. Who said anything about drinking companions? If you won’t humor me, then leave. However, I bet, once you leave, no one will ever mention anything about Lan Lin or the Lan family to you. The Lan family is not the kind of family that anyone can just poke their noses into. Are you sure you want to leave?"
After Lan Song finished talking, he leaned back in his chair, holding his drink, and looked at He Zhilan with a smirk, "I’ve been puzzled, why is someone surnamed He so interested in our Lan family?"
"I don’t have to know!" He Zhilan stood up, "You either tell me or not!"
"Really? In that case, leave. I really want to see whether you really don’t care like you just said!" Lan Song was confident He Zhilan wouldn’t leave. If she didn’t care about those things, she wouldn’t have asked him, Lan Song.
Seeing He Zhilan standing there, her eyes red, Lan Song finally stood up, laughing, "Come on, it’s just a joke. We’re friends, and you’re also friends with Miss Gu. What could I do to you? It’s just a few mates here having a few drinks. If it’s someone else, you could ignore them. But these are my best buddies. You should at least give me that courtesy, shouldn’t you?"
He paused for a moment, then continued, "Among the daughters of the Lan family, there was indeed one who was lost twelve years ago, and her husband’s surname just happens to be Gu. He Zhilan, aren’t you curious about where they are now? They might be in A Province, or in C Province. What was their phone number again? Let me think..."
He Zhilan wasn’t stupid. Lan Song’s words were clearly a threat, telling her that he knew all the things she wanted to know from him. Whether he would tell or not depended on whether she respected his face tonight.
Indeed, as Lin Chan said, none of the people around Gu En are easy to deal with.