Nangong Mo’s rules for persuading soone to drink are well known among everyone.
It involves having one of his maids, looking pitifully, carry a glass of wine and plead incessantly in front of the guest.
If the guest insists on not drinking, it’s okay, Nangong Mo won’t make it difficult for them, he’ll simply chop off one of the maid’s arms.
Fang Yui once personally witnessed Nangong Mo persuading the head of Penguin Reading, Ma Qie, to drink, and almost hacked off a maid’s arm.
Fortunately, Ma Qie had a soft spot for the ladies and quickly drank up in the nick of ti, saving the poor little maid’s life.
Who would have thought.
That this terrifying scene would one day descend upon her like a nightmare!
Fang Yui, while brewing tea in the pantry, was shoved into a private room by Nangong Mo’s subordinates: "Fourth Master, the maid is here."
Nangong Mo glanced coldly, full of disdain: "Did you co from a pigsty? How can you be so ugly!"
At this mont, Fang Yui’s waist was bulging with three rolls of fat, her face bloated and her features distorted by excess flesh, looking much uglier than the average overweight person.
Indeed, she was indescribably unsightly.
His subordinate hastened to explain: "Fourth Master, this is Fang, the tea master and English teacher from Qingcheng, the maid who was supposed to serve tonight has diarrhea and couldn’t make it, so we had her stand in..."
Nangong Mo had just waved his hand to say "scram" but upon hearing this, his eyes suddenly darkened, and he added, "Co back."
The teacher from Qingcheng?
He squinted at Bao Gucheng and said, "I heard you took in a female student in Qingcheng called Xi-sothing? This English teacher from Qingcheng is also her teacher, so she suits you well to toast to."
Bao Gucheng coldly replied, "I don’t drink."
Fang Yui’s heart was almost jumping out of her chest.
The two male idols in front of her, masters of the empire and dominant figures, appearing together before her, how fortunate she was!
If only she still had her forr beauty and fluent foreign language skills, she might have skillfully navigated between these two n.
Unfortunately, she was pitifully ruined by the feast of Zuzi and Bai He, making her chopsticks backfire and run away, leaving her in this predicant now.
However, even without her beauty, her delicate voice was still there.
The golden oriole tone she honed over years of learning and teaching English was still there.
Fang Yui lifted the wine glass and took half a step toward Bao Gucheng.
Just as she was about to speak, she was startled back by the man’s cold gaze, almost spilling the wine on the floor.
Oh my, Mr. Bo is too harsh on girls, but he isn’t like this with Zuzi, is he?
Could it be that she, Fang Yui, in her pri maturity, was no match for a little girl not yet grown up?
Fang Yui mustered up courage again and forced herself to speak: "Mr. Bo, please drink this cup, this little woman will..."
She intended to say, "serve you well, and I’ll agree to whatever you ask."
All n can’t refuse a woman’s X offer X, right?
Bao Gucheng was a man among n, surely no exception.
Who could have known.
She didn’t even get a chance to say the second half of her sentence.
Bao Gucheng raised his hand and knocked over the wine glass: "Are you deaf? I don’t want to say it a third ti!"
He doesn’t drink.
His wife said not to drink, so don’t even think about persuading him to have a drop.
Fang Yui was splashed with wine all over her face, feeling embarrassed and wishing she could find a hole to crawl into, yet Nangong Mo’s sinister voice echoed in her ears: "Waste! If you can’t persuade him to drink, then there’s no need for your hand to exist! Unless Bao Gucheng spares you!"
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