319 The Beginning Of A Catfigh (1/2)

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Jiang Zhuoheng sneered coldly, ”I just didn't want to be as pretentious and overbearing as you.”

Was this the beginning of a catfight between these two men?

Ming Ansheng was worried that they might come to blows after they finished competing with each other. He quickly settled himself between them and smiled to ease the tension. ”It's my birthday today, why are the two of you holding the wine bottles and drinking everything?”

As he spoke, he gave Lu Yinan a meaningful glance; he wanted him to help distract one of them.

Lu Yinan understood his intention and sat down immediately. He wrapped an arm around Jiang Zhuoheng's neck. ”I heard that you have a younger cousin who just came back from overseas. I hear she's really pretty, so you should bring her along to meet us next time.”

Jiang Zhuoheng rolled his eyes at him. ”You really live up to your reputation of being 'refined scum'.”

He came here on an empty stomach and drank six glasses in one go. And then he chugged down an entire bottle as well. Without warning, he was suddenly hit by the effects of the alcohol.

His head felt like it was about to explode, and he slumped dazedly against the couch. He raised his head towards the ceiling as he massaged his temples. His throat and stomach seemed to be on fire, and it was evaporating every drop of moisture in his body.

Yan Rusheng drank slightly less than he did, plus he had a higher tolerance for alcohol compared to Jiang Zhuoheng. But his condition wasn't any better; his world seemed to be spinning too.

But he remembered that he had to head back to the office to pick up Wen Xuxu.

And besides, I can't lose to Jiang Zhuoheng in front of everyone.

With this thought and determination, he pressed against the table and got up slowly. He staggered to his feet and after a while, managed to straighten his back and regain his footing.

Then he glanced arrogantly at Jiang Zhuoheng.

”My wife is waiting for me at the office. I need to leave now.” He waved his hand as he informed them.

Ignoring everyone else, he lifted his feet and walked clumsily towards the door.

Everyone was worried about him leaving alone since he'd drunk so much.

”Third Yan, ask your chauffeur to pick you up instead,” Ming Ansheng suggested as he stood up.