Chapter 49: 049 Getting Wanwan Drunk? Making a Wedding Dress for Fifth Master (3 more chapters) Chapter 49: 049 Getting Wanwan Drunk? Making a Wedding Dress for Fifth Master (3 more chapters) On the way to the hotel, Qi Zeyan was still planning how to get close to Tang Wan.
“What do you want to do?” Jiang Jinsang was scrolling through WeChat on his phone.
“Just eat and drink, once soone drinks too much, isn’t it like I can do whatever I want?”
Jiang Jinsang turned his head to look at him, “Bullying people?”
“Am I that kind of person?”
Jiang Jinsang nodded earnestly.
“I just feel like she’s too polite with , too distant. A few drinks could bridge that gap. You’re so dirty-minded, do you really see as such a shaless person in your heart?”
“Because you just sounded quite sleazy when you said it,” said Jiang Jinsang with conviction.
Qi Zeyan was at a loss for words.
At that mont, Jiang Jinsang opened a voice ssage on WeChat, and a childish, nasally voice ca through, “Uncle, when are you coming back? I miss you.”
“Can I co and see you? Having classes every day is so tough.”
…
Qi Zeyan chuckled lightly, seeing Jiang Jinsang sending another ssage, he couldn’t help but ask, “You actually believe what this kid says? He’s probably just looking for an excuse to co out and play, acting pathetic.”
“Today’s the weekend, at this ti he should be ho studying.” Jiang Jinsang stated bluntly, “I’ll ntion it to my brother, he’s sneakily using his phone again.”
Qi Zeyan was at a loss for words, “Is this really your nephew?”
“Exactly because he’s my nephew, I have to be strict with him. I hope he grows up to be a useful person.”
The statent was correct, but it still felt pretty shaless to hear.
Qi Zeyan coughed twice, a crummy dad, and now a crummy uncle too. The poor nephew had no one to pamper him. How tough for the little guy.
A certain little fellow was indeed sneakily playing on his phone while the tutor was away. The phone lit up twice, and he thought it was his Uncle replying to his ssage.
But it was from his own father:
[Bring your phone, and co to my room within five minutes, or I will co and fetch you myself.]
The boy’s little face turned pale with fright, his hand trembled, and the phone dropped to the floor!
His crummy dad must have installed surveillance in his room! Don’t little kids deserve so privacy?
Muttering to himself, he resignedly picked up his phone and headed out of his room. The tutor had just returned from the restroom to see him walking out as if going to his execution, a picture of tragic determination…
He planned to save money and run away from ho, to seek refuge with his Uncle!
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anwhile, Jiang Jinsang and the group had arrived at the hotel. They were there for business cooperation, so socializing with drinks was quite normal.
“Teacher Tang, won’t you have a drink?” Qi Zeyan raised his eyebrow.
“I…” Tang Wan was hesitant. She could use the excuse of having to drive ho yesterday, but today it wouldn’t be good to refuse.
Qi Zeyan kept winking at Jiang Jinsang, signaling for him to help speak up for him.
Alcohol is the best social lubricant, it easily closes the distance between people.
“After all, I’m here, you can drink less,” Jiang Jinsang said gently, always able to give people the utmost sense of security.
Tang Wan had been dealing with Tang Mo’s matters with him before, and after many days of interaction, she trusted Jiang Jinsang sowhat, “Alright, I’ll join you for a few drinks, but I’m not good with alcohol. I’m afraid of making a fool of myself.”
“That’s alright, I’m not great with alcohol either,” Qi Zeyan said with a smile, throwing another glance at Jiang Jinsang.
I didn’t make friends with you in vain, you really co through when it matters.
Manager Chen’s tolerance seed average, after a few shots of white liquor, his face had gone so red it was outrageous. But Tang Wan, after several drinks, seed without a trace of difference.
Qi Zeyan’s tolerance was not bad, after all, he had been doing business for years and even a poor drinker would have built up so tolerance.
He just hadn’t expected that Tang Wan’s tolerance would be strong. He was feeling a bit dizzy, and there was Tang Wan, smiling at him, “President Qi, are you still drinking?”
“Drink!” Qi Zeyan didn’t want to lose face in front of her, so he downed every drink Tang Wan handed to him.
Jiang Jinsang sat on the side, claiming his health was poor, so he didn’t touch a drop of alcohol and leisurely munched on a plate of sugar-frosted peanuts in front of him.
After all, whether Tang Wan got drunk tonight or not, it was he who would take her ho, so it seed to create the perfect opportunity for him—therefore, Jiang Jinsang was in no rush at all.
Qi Zeyan initially just wanted to drink a little to liven things up and bridge the gap between them, but he hadn’t anticipated that Tang Wan could hold her liquor so well; he was really afraid he’d be outdrunk by her.
The assistant stood by, sowhat dumbfounded.
Wasn’t it supposed to be just a few drinks and so casual conversation? How did it turn into a drinking competition with her in the end?
Boss, do you still rember why you ca here?
The outco… was predictable, to say the least.
Qi Zeyan was carried out.
“Master Jiang, our boss has had too much to drink, so we’ll head back to the hotel first,” the assistant said while supporting Qi Zeyan, his head throbbing with headache.
“Get him so hangover dicine, get him to his room, and send a ssage,” Jiang Jinsang instructed, showing concern since, after all, Qi Zeyan was a friend.
“Mm, and about Teacher Tang…”
“I’ll go back with her; you don’t have to worry about it.”
…
After Qi Zeyan left, Jiang Jinsang asked for Manager Chen’s ho address, which was on the way to the Tang Family’s old house, so he offered him a ride.
Manager Chen got into the passenger seat, buckled up, and sized up the driver. Jiang Jinsang wore sunglasses—even during the day it was one thing, but now at night?
“What’s the exact address?” Jiang Jiu suddenly turned to look at him.
“Oh, it’s at…” Manager Chen gave him the address, and only then did Jiang Jiu begin navigating.
Jiang Jinsang and Tang Wan sat in the backseat. Tang Wan indeed had a high tolerance for alcohol, but she’d had far too much that night; though not drunk, there was no way she wasn’t feeling any effects. She leaned back in her seat, the back of her hand on her forehead, her eyes closed resting.
“Feeling unwell from too much drink?” Jiang Jinsang turned to look at her.
“I’m okay, but it seems like President Qi got drunk,” Tang Wan said, giggling lightly.
With her eyes closed, she naturally didn’t know that Jiang Jinsang was blatantly watching her at this mont, an occurrence Manager Chen didn’t miss a thing of.
He hadn’t drunk much himself, being out on business, he was also concerned about the possibility of saying the wrong thing while inebriated and fouling things up. Claiming he was drunk had a bit of playacting to it.
Since Manager Chen could catch Tang Wan’s eye and have her partner with him in setting up a studio, he certainly wasn’t dumb. Married before, he could always catch a hint through the eyes of Jiang Jinsang.
Could it be that Master Jiang…
Wasn’t here to call off a marriage?
Considering everything that had happened today, he pondered carefully and felt that perhaps they had all been manipulated.
Including Qi Zeyan.
Manager Chen discreetly observed the situation in the back seats. When they arrived at his community’s entrance, Jiang Jinsang simply said, “Jiang Jiu, see Manager Chen out.”
“Master Jiang, there’s no need; I’m ho now, thank you.”
“You’ve had quite a bit to drink today, and the road is rather slippery; I’m worried you might not gauge things correctly and accidentally offend soone or hurt yourself—it’s easy to get into trouble.”
Jiang Jinsang said this with a smile, his implication very clear:
Be careful what you say and do; it’s easy to cause problems.
By this point, Tang Wan had already dozed off, oblivious to the intense dynamics simring between the two n.
After Jiang Jiu escorted Manager Chen out, Jiang Jinsang turned his head to look at the person beside him; finally, it was just the two of them…
anwhile, Qi Zeyan was lying on the hotel bed, utterly passed out!
He had absolutely no idea that his “sacrifice” had been in vain, serving only to dress up soone else’s wedding.
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