Lu Qingxu retorted with his own words.
"Say that in front of me and it's fine. Dare to let him hear it, and I'll rip your tongue out, believe it or not?"
The two bottles of wine remained untouched.
As the four were seated, Jiang Sicheng, playing the host, immediately poured a glass for each of them.
Before anyone could raise their glasses for pleasantries, Zhan Beijue got straight to the point.
"Jiang Sicheng."
"Mr. Zhan, you know my name? You know me?"
"Not only do I know you, but I also know your ex-wife."
"??"
Zhan Beijue smiled faintly, "I'm good friends with her brother."
Jiang Sicheng was startled by his smile.
Zhou Jinbei had never mentioned having a friend like Zhan Beijue to him.
Did she tell him about the divorce?
Wasn't it supposed to be kept private?
So what did he want by stopping him now?
"Mr. Zhan, what do you mean by telling me this?"
"Nothing really," Zhan Beijue's smile vanished.
"I just want to tell you that I don't like you very much."
Everyone: "..."
"Looking at how you're dressed, are you a man or a woman?"
"Society is so open now, there's nothing wrong with being honest, but deceiving someone into marriage is not decent."
"You are very indecent."
So he was here to settle the score for Zhou Jinbei.
Even though he had done wrong, it had nothing to do with Zhan Beijue, right?
Moreover, their family business had no overlap with Zhan Beijue.
Even if he had immense power, he shouldn't be afraid of him.
"Mr. Zhan, what you're saying seems a bit inappropriate. We're not very familiar with each other. Without knowing the whole story, it's not good to comment. Aren't you overstepping your bounds?"
Zhan Beijue ignored him.
He snapped his fingers at a waiter.
The waiter immediately approached.
"Bring ten cases of beer, the cheapest kind. Quickly."
He was feeling depressed lately and had nowhere to vent his anger.
Encountering someone who didn't know their place was just to amuse himself.
Everyone looked at him, utterly confused.
Zhan Beijue said expressionlessly,
"I'm good friends with her brother. No matter what, she calls me 'Ge.' If she's bullied like that in such an important matter as marriage, can't I say a word?"
Jiang Nanfang thought to himself:
Why haven't I ever seen you so caring before?
You can be so ruthless with Zhou Jinxiu, but you protect your cousin and god-sister so fiercely.
Jiang Sicheng was rendered speechless by his words.
After a two-second pause, "It was consensual. I didn't hide anything from your sister."
"I told her everything before we got married, and I didn't mistreat her. Ask her how much betrothal gift I gave her."
"So you're still a good person? Then let me toast you with a couple of drinks."
Ten waiters, each carrying a case of beer, piled up like two small mountains on their table.
Zhan Beijue directly grabbed a case and threw it at Jiang Sicheng.
"I heard your greatest hobby is drinking. Let's drink this wedding celebration and farewell toast together. Here, I'll toast you."
This wasn't a toast; bringing so much, and the cheapest kind at that, was clearly a punishment.
He felt insulted, and his anger began to surge uncontrollably.
But Jiang Sicheng didn't dare to confront him.
"Mr. Zhan is too kind. If I had known you were her brother, we would have invited you to the wedding. However..."
"You don't give me face?"
In the past, Jiang Sicheng himself loved to say this at drinking tables.
As long as someone refused to drink, this phrase would be thrown out, and it never failed.
He never expected it to be thrown back at him exactly the same way.
If he had to blame anyone, it was himself for not being capable enough.
Living in this society where the strong prey on the weak, he truly didn't dare to go head-to-head with Zhan Beijue.
"Not at all. Mr. Zhan is toasting me personally, how could I dare not drink?"
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he opened the beer and downed two bottles Gulp Gulp.
"I really can't drink anymore. Considering my amicable breakup with your sister, please be magnanimous today..."
Zhan Beijue was relentless.
"My sister, Zhan Beijue's sister, was bullied. If it's resolved with just two bottles of beer, won't people laugh us to scorn?"
His expression was chillingly cold.
"I haven't said stop, so don't stop. Don't push your luck."
He had suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck marrying that woman, Zhou Jinbei.
Not only did he lose ten million in betrothal gifts, but she also didn't give birth to a child.
Now, to be humiliated in public, Jiang Sicheng became more and more indignant the more he thought about it.
However, he didn't dare to stop.
One bottle after another, he kept drinking until the entire case was finished, so full he felt like crying.
"Mr. Zhan..."
"Didn't I say stop yet?"
He had no choice. He continued to drink.
Seeing half of it spill out, he was so full he was in extreme pain.
Zhou Yu'an and Jiang Nanfang, not wanting to get involved in their mess, exchanged a subtle glance and prepared to leave.
Zhou Yu'an stood up first.
"Mr. Zhan, since you have personal matters to attend to, I won't disturb you further. I have work tomorrow, so let's schedule another time."
Zhan Beijue didn't respond to him. Instead, he looked with disgust at the disheveled Jiang Sicheng.
"See, your performance isn't exciting at all. The audience is losing interest."
"Alright, stop drinking. Behave yourself from now on, and don't go around deceiving decent girls."
"If I hear about it again, I'll pour all of this down your throat."
As if granted a great pardon, Jiang Sicheng heard his words and scrambled to leave.
Seeing that Mr. Zhan had also arrived at their table at some point, Zhang Gong gave a signal, and everyone squeezed out of the dance floor.
Steaming hot, they sat on the sofa.
"Mr. Zhan, long time no see. Why are you here? Did President Jiang invite you?"
"I knew it! It's rare for our team to have a gathering, how could Mr. Zhan be absent?"
"You ordered so much alcohol? Why isn't anyone drinking?"
"For our new colleagues, and for the smooth progress of our future work, I propose we all have a drink!"
With no other choice, Zhou Yu'an had to sit back down and clink glasses with them.
After finishing the glass, Zhang Gong wanted to find another excuse to continue drinking.
Zhan Beijue interrupted him.
"You don't need to mind me. Go and have fun. I have something to discuss with President Jiang."
Oh, so he came to see President Jiang alone.
Since Zhan Beijue had announced his intention to pursue Jiang Nanfang in front of them before, everyone was sensible.
They got up one after another to say goodbye and went back to dancing.
Zhou Yu'an stood up again.
Zhan Beijue waved his hand, "Go. You don't need to tell me. If you want to leave, then leave."
Just as well, the show was over, and it wasn't very interesting. Jiang Nanfang also wanted to leave.
As a result, Zhan Beijue stopped her again, "Where are you going?"
"Do you really have something to say to me?"
"It's too late, and you can't drive after drinking. I'll take you home."
"So you asked me to stay just to tell me this?"
"What else? Let Zhou Yu'an take you home?"
Zhan Beijue stood up and tidied her clothes.
"A man and a woman alone, after drinking so much. Don't you know what you like to do when you're drunk?"