My Youth Began With Him

Zhu Lingling stared in awe at the quickly accumulating empty bottles. “Honey, thank goodness I bought a lot of alcohol today, or else we would’ve run out a long time ago…”

“Yeah, good job Honey…” Gao Ran gave his wife a thumbs up.

“Big Sister Mian, come and watch! The God of Alcohol is emerging!” Xixi waved her hand at Huo Mian, who walked over with Qin Chu to watch the grand finale.

“Last round… one representative from each side drinks ten shots. Whoever can drink it all without throwing up wins, what do you think?” Jiang Xiaowei asked Tang Chuan and Qin Ning.

“Sure, to show our respect, why don’t you guys start? If you drink all ten, we will immediately admit defeat,” Qin Ning propositioned.

“Sure, why not?” Jiang Xiaowei said as she glanced over at Huo Mian. “Mian, you be the judge, the appointment of the God of Alcohol begins now…”

“Sure, but aside from the title, what else would the God of Alcohol win?” Huo Mian asked; it seemed like the title itself carried little motivation.

“Whoever loses has to give the winner five bottles of wine, and they each have to be worth more than a million yuan,” Tang Chuan interrupted.

“Wow, you guys sure are rich, I didn’t know about the five-million-yuan wager… I approve!” Huo Mian exclaimed.

“Hey, take a look at the super rich people here… normal families like us can’t compare,” Zhu Lingling joked on purpose.

“Lingling, Captain Gao works in the police system, and we’re no more than businessmen. No matter how rich we are, we have no power… but your husband has both power and money, so you should be smiling in your sleep… Captain Gao and I should cooperate, then we’ll conquer both the political and business world!”

“Haha, in your dreams!” Zhu Lingling laughed as she dissed Tang Chuan.

“Xiaowei, let me… you’ve had too much.” Jiang Xiaowei was just about to take a shot when Wei Liao stopped her; he didn’t want her to throw up.

However, on his seventh shot, Young Master Liao vomited… hard…

“Honey, are you alright?” Jiang Xiaowei immediately handed him a glass of water.

“Our turn, Ning-Ning… we win as long as we drink eight shots,” Tang Chuan said with confidence.

“Let me.” Qin Ning knew how much Tang Chuan drank, so she refused to let him touch the glass.

“No, wait, you’ve had six shots already. You shouldn’t have anymore.” Tang Chuan tried to pry the shot glass out of Qin Ning’s hand.

“Do you want us to date or not?” Qin Ning threatened.

“What does that have to do with this?” Tang Chuan asked, confused.

“If you want us to date, move out of the way,” Qin Ning ordered, and after a slight moment of hesitation, Tang Chuan moved himself away from the pile of shot glasses.

“Is she going to be alright?” Huo Mian quietly asked Qin Chu, since she was worried about her sister-in-law.

“She’ll be fine, I’m sure she can drink all ten,” Qin Chu said with confidence.

Pudding, Little Bean, Wei Yunchu, and Gao Boyuan all stopped playing amongst themselves and ran up to the group to watch the show.

“Your auntie looks like she can drink a lot,” Gao Boyuan said.

“Of course she can, our family has strong alcohol tolerance,” Little Bean said proudly.

“Ning-Ning, don’t overdo yourself, okay? If you can’t finish, don’t make yourself finish, I’m okay admitting defeat. I can give them fifty bottles if they want… I don’t want you to pass out,” Tang Chuan muttered, his words slurred as he did.

Then, everyone’s gaze landed on Qin Ning…

“Mr. Qin’s cousin looks like she can drink a lot, do you think she’ll win, Honey?” Xixi whispered as her hand intertwined with Rick’s.