Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife Chapter 318 - You're Finally Acting Like A Man

Chapter 318: You’re Finally Acting Like A Man

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“I bumped into her recently when I was having dinner a few days ago. She seemed prettier and appeared to be very graceful too.”
“After a few years overseas, indeed she became more attractive.”
“Hmph, so what if she did? That ruthless and callous woman is a curse to any man.”
When Fang Jiayin left three years ago, Yan Rusheng drowned his sorrows with alcohol every night. He also picked up the habit of smoking during that period too.
They all grew up together, and it was the first time they had seen him so dejected and depressed.
So everyone started unanimously detesting Fang Jiayin to show their friendship.
Previously, everyone regarded her as their goddess.
“Are we here to celebrate Ming Ansheng’s birthday or to gossip about women?”
The usually reticent Jiang Zhuoheng had spoken up, and he sounded rather cold and annoyed.
Everyone had some basic understanding of Yan Rusheng and Wen Xuxu’s unexpected marriage.
They all thought that Xuxu and Jiang Zhuoheng were the perfect couple. But alas, Grandmother Yan’s last wishes had split them up.
Wen Xuxu was already married to Yan Rusheng, but they kept harping on Yan Rusheng’s old flame. No wonder Ah Heng had flared up; he was usually very protective of Xuxu. He must have felt that talking about Fang Jiayin was unfair to her.
Immediately, everyone changed to another topic. “Ming Ansheng, it’s your birthday today. Shouldn’t you give a toast to each person here?”
Ming Ansheng smiled, “Naturally, I will.”
He was already prepared to get totally drunk tonight.
It was rare for everyone to meet up at a gathering. And not just him; it seemed like no one else would be spared from drinking tonight.
Ming Ansheng started toasting everyone and created a commotion as a result.
Jiang Zhuoheng sat at a corner with a glass in his hand, gazing at Yan Rusheng who was sitting a short distance away.
Yan Rusheng could sense Jiang Zhuoheng’s stare. As he turned his head, their eyes met. Both of their expressions seemed to freeze as they eyed each other coldly.
In Yan Rusheng’s heart, Jiang Zhuoheng was also one of the culprits behind Wang Daqin’s death.
If he hadn’t planned a birthday celebration for Xuxu, Grandmother wouldn’t have left the house.
Even though he knew that there was no way of escaping that accident or foreseeing it… it was either Grandmother or Xuxu…
Both of them were lost in their own thoughts, and their loud surroundings seemed to have no effect on them.
After a while, Jiang Zhuoheng curled his lips and raised his glass towards Yan Rusheng. “Third Yan, it’s been a long time since we had a drink together.”
He didn’t raise his voice, but Yan Rusheng could still hear his every word despite the chaos and noise.
He pressed the wine glass to his lips and took a sip.
The corners of Yan Rusheng’s lips curled into a cursory smile. “No matter how hard you train, you can never beat me at drinking.”
He grabbed the nearest wine bottle and began pouring the wine directly into his mouth.
His competitor was Wen Xuxu’s first love, the man who made her experience her first awakening of love. She had loved him for years, and he couldn’t rest easy at the thought of it.
I have to prove that I’m stronger and better than him!
Jiang Zhuoheng was a mild-tempered person with little desire to compete. He didn’t even raise his voice when he lost his temper.
But when he heard Yan Rusheng’s taunts, something exploded inside of him, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He started pouring alcohol down his throat too.
The strong liquor burned his throat, but his heart burned even more.
The alcohol spilled down their chins and down their chests as they competed against each other.
Everyone quickly fell silent, and all eyes were staring at them in disbelief.
These two love rivals were finally at war!
Yan Rusheng had started drinking earlier, and he finished first too. He put down the bottle and watched Jiang Zhuoheng as he finished his as well. He smirked with contempt. “Ha. Jiang Zhuoheng, you’re finally acting like a man.”