A Beloved Wife in Marriage Chapter 122: Stop Pretending, I Know You Don’t Drink

Chapter 122: Stop Pretending, I Know You Don’t Drink
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Jiang Yanshen frowned and repeated in a cold tone, “I don’t drink.”
Lu Dongcheng’s handsome face was filled with impatience. “If you don’t drink, how can I send you over to Lin Qingqian’s place?”
Jiang Yanshen’s long eyelashes fluttered as he looked at him with his dark eyes, as if he had understood something amazing.
“Trust me, no woman would argue with a drunk man.” Lu Dongcheng stuffed the wine glass into his hand and patted his shoulder. He said in a rather experienced manner, “It’s best if you’re half-drunk and can still speak from the heart, understand?”
His handsome brows raised.
Although Jiang Yanshen’s EQwasn’t high enough, his IQwas very high and his learning ability was extremely strong. He could understand the essence of Lu Dongcheng’s words.
Except—
His deep eyes stared at the wine glass as if he was worried about something.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally raised his head and drank it in one gulp.
The spicy liquid flowed down his throat and into his stomach. The sharp taste made him frown in discomfort.
Lu Dongcheng poured him another cup. “Drink more. Your eyes are too clear. You won’t be able to deceive Lin Qingqian.”
Jiang Yanshen finished it in one gulp.
Lu Yuan stood at the side and watched, his eyes filled with worry. “Director Jiang really can’t drink.”
Lu Dongcheng glanced at him coldly. “Do you have the right to speak here?” Next, he poured a third glass of wine for Jiang Yanshen.
After three glasses of wine, Jiang Yanshen’s eyes had already started to turn red, and there was a strong smell of alcohol in his breath.
Without waiting for Lu Dongcheng to pour more wine, he put down the glass
and walked out.
Lu Yuan followed behind him worriedly. “Director Jiang, are you alright?”
When Lu Dongcheng was about to walk out, the bodyguard glanced at the woman lying on the ground in the private room. “Director Lu, how should we deal with her?”
The man stopped in his tracks and turned to glance at the woman coldly. He opened his thin lips slightly and said casually, “I don’t have tender, protective feelings for the fairer sex like Director Jiang. Strip her naked and throw her out.”
The bodyguard was full of questions but he still listened to orders. “Yes.”
The night was dark outside the window, and the apartment was filled with orange light. The temperature at night was low, and it was not time for warmth to return to Lan City. When Lin Qingqian came out of the bathroom, she was wearing a khaki-colored long robe.
There was a laptop on the coffee table in the living room. She poured a glass of hot water for herself before sitting next to it.
The florescent white light made her skin look even fairer and smoother, like that of a newborn baby.
As she drank water, she looked at the clothes and items on the page. They were all the main products of this winter that had been showcased in advance by various brands.
Although most celebrities had their own endorsement brands, in terms of fashion resources, there were too many boats chasing too few fish. If she could get in touch with these brands, it would be much more convenient for her to find clients.
Just as she was focused on reading, the doorbell suddenly rang. She got up and walked to the door. Through the peephole, she saw a magnified face. She frowned and hesitated for a moment before opening the door.
“Miss Lin, we meet again.” Lu Dongcheng greeted her with a smile.
Lin Qingqian was stunned because Jiang Yanshen was standing beside Lu Dongcheng.
“What are you two doing here so late at night?”
Lu Dongcheng pushed Jiang Yanshen in front of her. “Director Jiang drank too much. Please take care of him.”
Jiang Yanshen’s height of 1.89 meters was completely towering over Lin Qingqian.
She instinctively reached out to stabilize him. When she realized what was going on, Lu Dongcheng was no longer at the door.
Jiang Yanshen leaned against her, reeking of alcohol. His long eyelashes fluttered, as if he had fallen asleep.
“Jiang Yanshen, Jiang Yanshen…” Lin Qingqian tried to call him twice. “Stop pretending. I know you don’t drink..”