"He Ming really had it rough today, originally wanted to show this young man who's boss, but it was he who ended up looking foolish in the end."
"A bottle of wine for a hundred thousand, twenty bottles would be two million..."
The onlookers around them were pointing and discussing.
Before the drunken He Ming could speak, Wang Lulu was already panicked.
She could bear He Ming's embarrassment, but the thought of having to pay for two million worth of alcohol was just too painful.
"Who says my husband lost?"
"He can still drink."
As she spoke, Wang Lulu handed a bottle of wine to He Ming.
"Husband, drink up quickly, or else I'll never let you live it down."
The crowd clicked their tongues in shock.
Wang Lulu was being a bit too ruthless, not even caring about her husband's life or death.
Su Fan smiled and remained silent.
The already drunk He Ming barely had any self-awareness left, mechanically taking the bottle of liquor from Wang Lulu's hand and guzzling it down.
After drinking just a third.
He suddenly squatted on the ground, vomiting frantically.
He couldn't hold it together any longer.
"You waste of space, drink up fast."
Wang Lulu tried to pull He Ming up.
"You damned bitch, get lost."
He Ming suddenly slapped Wang Lulu across the face, sending her sitting on the ground with a thump.
"You, you dare to swear at me, and hit me?"
Wang Lulu sat on the ground, covering her face, looking at He Ming with immense shame and anger.
"I hit you because you're a damned bitch."
The drunk He Ming started to act crazy.
"Hahaha, you all don't know yet, but my wife's breasts are so small, they're practically nonexistent, not satisfying at all. If I weren't worried about her taking half of my fortune, I'd have divorced her a long time ago."
"I mess around outside, hehe, I go find hookers every other day, now that's what I call a good time."
"What, you, you've been seeing hookers behind my back? I knew there was a reason I've been inflamed down there recently, you must've brought back those dirty diseases."
"I'm going to fight you to the end."
Wang Lulu, like a madwoman, stood up and began to scuffle with He Ming.
Watching their ridiculous struggle, a wave of laughter erupted from the surrounding crowd.
"To air such shameless affairs out in public."
"I think Wang Lulu's breasts aren't that small either, probably all padded though."
The two of them instantly became the butt of the joke.
"Su Fan, did you deliberately get He Ming drunk? You're so wicked."
Su Ya smiled at Su Fan coyly, full of allure.
Su Fan smiled and said nothing.
He picked up a melon seed from the table and flicked it.
No one noticed as the melon seed hit a certain pressure point on the back of He Ming's head.
The next moment, He Ming snapped back to clarity.
"Wife, have you lost your mind? Why are you hitting me?"
"You've been sneaking off with other women and now you hit me? I'm going to fight you to the end."
Wang Lulu was relentless.
He Ming's head was spinning, as he slowly recalled his recent actions.
Did he really make such a fool of himself just now?
Hearing the laughter of the people around him, He Ming wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
"Stop hitting me, wife, please stop."
He Ming said in a low voice, embracing Wang Lulu.
"Are you stupid? You're only making me look more foolish by causing such a scene, have you no shame at all?"
"Even if you're shameless, you should still care about the money, right?"
"Think about it, that's two million we're talking about."
True to form, the miser Wang Lulu immediately deflated upon hearing about the money and let go of He Ming.
"If we really have to fork out that two million, I will fight you to the end."
"What's this? Are you two implying that you're going to walk out on the bill?"
Su Fan looked at them with a smirk that wasn't quite a smile.