Lin Mubai didn’t speak, and An Nan didn’t mind, sitting directly in Xi Shaoqi’s previous position. As she sat down, the corners of her mouth curled into a faint smirk, rebellious and strikingly beautiful. This kind of wild beauty was something totally novel for men who were used to seeing conventional beauties.
Because of work, An Nan almost always stayed indoors, which made her skin exceptionally fair, along with her fingers, which were unusually pale and slender. At this moment, her slender fingers skillfully caressed each mahjong tile, exuding elegance with every move, giving people the impression that she wasn’t playing mahjong at all, but rather handling a priceless piece of art.
Seeing the shocked, puzzled, and confused gazes of everyone, An Nan curved the corner of her mouth with such nonchalance: "Young Master Lin, stop staring and let’s begin. I’m just waiting to see you drunk."
Yes, right now she just wanted to get this man thoroughly drunk; that feeling would certainly be amazing.
Mirroring the little woman’s actions, Lin Mubai also gently curved the corners of his mouth, responding playfully: "Want to get me drunk? We’ll see if you have the ability." Content orıginally comes from novelꜰire.net
"Oh? Then let’s watch. Today, let’s skip the fancy foreign stuff and drink China’s traditional spirit, baijiu. How about whoever loses at the end of a round drinks a glass of Maotai?" Their exchange was so captivating, the onlookers were thoroughly entertained. Those named had no choice but to accept their fate.
"Shaoqi, go get some bottles of Maotai, the older, the better."
Being able to command Third Young Master Xi so effortlessly, there probably isn’t another like An Nan in this world. Just when everyone thought Xi Shaoqi would be displeased or slightly enraged, his actions completely overturned everyone’s subconscious assumptions.
Lovingly caressing An Nan’s dark locks from behind, his tone filled with undisguised affection: "You’ve bested me, girl. Alright, I’ll go to the manager and get ten bottles of the finest Maotai, be back soon."
After Lin Mubai left, everyone’s gaze on An Nan grew more admiring, though those admiring eyes also contained traces of hatred.
Why, why, why was this?
Clearly with the same status, the same people, why did this woman attract all the goodwill and attention, even earning special regard from Third Young Master Xi? Watching all this, Gao Yuwen’s heart was filled with unwillingness, truly unwilling, yet she had no way to change it.
An Nan wasn’t unaware of the hostile vibes from this unfamiliar woman, she just wasn’t in the mood to deal with it today, choosing to ignore it entirely.
From start to finish, her provocative gaze never strayed from Lin Mubai, which was quite different from feeling embarrassed when she looked at him for too long before. It piqued Lin Mubai’s interest, so much so that after they got married, whenever Lin Mubai missed this side of An Nan, he would make her drink, and it had to be baijiu. Because he had tried whisky, wine, and such, but they had no effect on this little woman at all. When finding out the reason, it nearly sent him into a rage, as his wife explained: "Except for baijiu, no other alcohol works on me."
Upon hearing this, Lin Mubai was completely defeated.