She covered her mouth as she chuckled, like a concubine in vain, “Special Assistant Lu is not only a good drinker, she’s beautiful too! She’ll be perfect for the night with fellow gentlemen here. I heard that President Xiang and President Wen had upcoming projects together. If that’s the case, you must have your glass filled, Special Assistant Lu!” What an act from Mo Shan. She blatantly used relationship between the two companies to threaten Lu Zhaoyang into drinking.
I can’t wait to see her being choked by alcohol! This is exciting!
You obviously understood what I meant, right? Zhaoyang.
“Sorry, I…”
“What do you mean by sorry?”
“Yeah, you should be drinking, girl.”
“Come, waiter, fill for her.”
Before she managed to finish her words, the crowd started condemning as being successfully brainwashed by Princess Morebeers.
“Yeah, we’ve always been drinking. Who never had a little stomach pain before?”
“Why would there be privileges for a mere PA?” The CEOs talked further. Zhaoyang was stressed out, given that she rejected the invitation, it would be a red flag for their relationships.
She watched the waiter filling up her glass again and glanced at Mo Shan.
“Oh, you’re so humble. Do you think nobody knows how much of a good drinker you are? You faked it just now, didn’t you, the choking and stuff? It’s okay, girl, I can join you for the next toast!” Said Mo Shan, as if they were good buddies.
Of course I know you have stomach issues, but who cares? I just want to see you suffer. I might be a pathetic hostess now, but making you look like a hostess here sure gives me joy.
The moment Mo Shan the hostess acted so intimately with Lu Zhaoyang, their perception over this Special Assistant Lu turned murky, as their eyes wandered upon her suggestively, the demand for her to drink grew harsher.
Lu Zhaoyang decided to ignore her little “friend” who constantly nagged at her nearby. She did not appear to be very close to her. She glanced at the filled glass before her, imagining how in the world she should explain herself if she walked into Huo Yunting’s house, all drunk and dreamy later that night.
Zhaoyang then passed a look at Xiang Jinxi who were nonchalantly viewing the entire scenario as if an outsider. He clearly did not want to get into the fiasco.
It was not much of a big deal for Lu Zhaoyang to handle these alcohol hardsellings. She had been dealing with it since she worked in Thunderbolt Corp., when probably Mo Shan was still polishing her nails while listening to the professor’s lec halfheartedly.
Lu Zhaoyang lifted her glass, “Well, I can’t reject such grand invitation, can I? It’ll be rude of me if I still keep my glass full.” She started off with a sip, then she poured the remaining portion down her throat.
The big shots enjoyed her reaction as they smiled happily.
That was when she held her stomach and dropped the entire glass over the carpet.
“My—my stomach…”
“Hey girl, what’s wrong? You were fine just now,” teased Mo Shan upon seeing Lu Zhaoyang with a twitched expression, she laughed, “That’s your little act, isn’t it? I don’t buy it, girl, stop pretending!” She continued ignoring Mo Shan and demonstrated Mo Shan what true actress was like, as she began hissing dramatically, her eyes squinting in agony.
She had a weak stomach, to begin with. And now she was fed with strong Whiskey. It was no joke that she could not take it. She could already feel the rumbling pain inside her.
“Hsshhh… I think I drank too much at once. To be frank with all of you, I really have some issues with my stomach…” The crowd froze as Mo Shan opened her mouth wide in major skepticism, was about to “bust” her again but Xiang Jinxi immediately got off the sofa, fetched her bag and dragged her to the carpark.
“I’ll get her to the hospital, enjoy the rest of the night. The bill’s on me.”
And they left hurriedly.
She covered her mouth as she chuckled, like a concubine in vain, “Special Assistant Lu is not only a good drinker, she’s beautiful too! She’ll be perfect for the night with fellow gentlemen here. I heard that President Xiang and President Wen had upcoming projects together. If that’s the case, you must have your glass filled, Special Assistant Lu!” What an act from Mo Shan. She blatantly used relationship between the two companies to threaten Lu Zhaoyang into drinking.
I can’t wait to see her being choked by alcohol! This is exciting!
You obviously understood what I meant, right? Zhaoyang.
“Sorry, I…”
“What do you mean by sorry?”
“Yeah, you should be drinking, girl.”
“Come, waiter, fill for her.”
Before she managed to finish her words, the crowd started condemning as being successfully brainwashed by Princess Morebeers.
“Yeah, we’ve always been drinking. Who never had a little stomach pain before?”
“Why would there be privileges for a mere PA?” The CEOs talked further. Zhaoyang was stressed out, given that she rejected the invitation, it would be a red flag for their relationships.
She watched the waiter filling up her glass again and glanced at Mo Shan.
“Oh, you’re so humble. Do you think nobody knows how much of a good drinker you are? You faked it just now, didn’t you, the choking and stuff? It’s okay, girl, I can join you for the next toast!” Said Mo Shan, as if they were good buddies.
Of course I know you have stomach issues, but who cares? I just want to see you suffer. I might be a pathetic hostess now, but making you look like a hostess here sure gives me joy.
The moment Mo Shan the hostess acted so intimately with Lu Zhaoyang, their perception over this Special Assistant Lu turned murky, as their eyes wandered upon her suggestively, the demand for her to drink grew harsher.
Lu Zhaoyang decided to ignore her little “friend” who constantly nagged at her nearby. She did not appear to be very close to her. She glanced at the filled glass before her, imagining how in the world she should explain herself if she walked into Huo Yunting’s house, all drunk and dreamy later that night.
Zhaoyang then passed a look at Xiang Jinxi who were nonchalantly viewing the entire scenario as if an outsider. He clearly did not want to get into the fiasco.
It was not much of a big deal for Lu Zhaoyang to handle these alcohol hardsellings. She had been dealing with it since she worked in Thunderbolt Corp., when probably Mo Shan was still polishing her nails while listening to the professor’s lec halfheartedly.
Lu Zhaoyang lifted her glass, “Well, I can’t reject such grand invitation, can I? It’ll be rude of me if I still keep my glass full.” She started off with a sip, then she poured the remaining portion down her throat.
The big shots enjoyed her reaction as they smiled happily.
That was when she held her stomach and dropped the entire glass over the carpet.
“My—my stomach…”
“Hey girl, what’s wrong? You were fine just now,” teased Mo Shan upon seeing Lu Zhaoyang with a twitched expression, she laughed, “That’s your little act, isn’t it? I don’t buy it, girl, stop pretending!” She continued ignoring Mo Shan and demonstrated Mo Shan what true actress was like, as she began hissing dramatically, her eyes squinting in agony.
She had a weak stomach, to begin with. And now she was fed with strong Whiskey. It was no joke that she could not take it. She could already feel the rumbling pain inside her.
“Hsshhh… I think I drank too much at once. To be frank with all of you, I really have some issues with my stomach…” The crowd froze as Mo Shan opened her mouth wide in major skepticism, was about to “bust” her again but Xiang Jinxi immediately got off the sofa, fetched her bag and dragged her to the carpark.
“I’ll get her to the hospital, enjoy the rest of the night. The bill’s on me.”
And they left hurriedly.
