Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 532 - 533: Men Competing in a Drinking Contest

Chapter 532: Chapter 533: Men Competing in a Drinking Contest

The cars on the road at night in winter were not many, and the contests between men always started unexpectedly. Just one second ago, Ji Liangchuan had overtaken He Xing, but in the next second, He Xing fiercely pressed the accelerator and chased after him like lightning.

The final result was that they arrived in less than twenty minutes on a journey that would normally take half an hour.

Now was the busiest time for the bars, with Peach Blossom Bar bustling with people, men and women energetically moving their bodies on the dance floor. Despite the winter season, they were dressed as coolly as in summer.

The blinding lights flashed wildly, making the exaggerated expressions of the men and women look like demons and monsters, making one feel as if this was a gathering place for evil spirits.

Upon entering, He Xing frowned, disliking the place. However, it seemed that aside from such places, there was nowhere else to have a drinking competition.

As soon as Ji Liangchuan walked in, he was surrounded by a crowd, mainly scantily clad beauties. These beauties swarmed him like bees to a flower, almost tearing him apart in their eagerness.

The title of "Nightclub Prince" was well-deserved as Ji Liangchuan’s arrival almost stole the attention of half the crowd, many of whom didn’t hesitate to shove drinks into his hands.

Although He Xing also attracted a lot of attention when entering, he exuded a standoffishness that kept people at bay, and his face carried an ascetic quality that even if one fostered inappropriate thoughts, they wouldn’t dare actually approach him.

He Xing, with the crowd’s gaze upon him, walked to the table closest to the bar, and a staff member immediately came over to clear the empty bottles and such from the table.

He leaned against the sofa, watching in Ji Liangchuan’s direction. In this short time, Ji Liangchuan had already consumed five beers, yet appeared unfazed.

However, no matter how much beer one drinks, it’s not easy to get drunk. He Xing knew this too, so seeing Ji Liangchuan steadily drinking beer, he didn’t feel at an advantage. Had Ji Liangchuan been drinking Vodka, perhaps He Xing would have felt the competition was uneven.

Ten minutes passed and Ji Liangchuan finally came to sit opposite He Xing. He clapped his hands and a staff member approached. Soon, two cases of Vodka were delivered to them, one case at each person’s feet.

Ji Liangchuan swiftly grabbed a bottle from his case, opened it without a word, and began drinking heavily. In the blink of an eye, almost half the bottle of Vodka was gone.

He Xing was somewhat surprised; he faintly felt that Ji Liangchuan might have deliberately concealed his alcohol tolerance before.

With most of the Vodka bottle now on the table, Ji Liangchuan looked at He Xing with significant meaning and raised his eyebrows, "What’s the matter, you don’t like Vodka?"

"I haven’t eaten dinner, I don’t like drinking on an empty stomach," He Xing replied indifferently. He curled a finger and tapped the table, saying coldly, "Aren’t you going to order some appetizers? Or do you plan on us both ending up with our guts rotted from drinking?"

"Always such a fuss," Ji Liangchuan grumbled, but still instructed the staff to prepare some dishes.

He Xing’s hands, distinct in bone structure, looked exceptionally attractive under the flickering lights. He took a Vodka bottle in one hand and an opener in the other, and with a crisp sound, the bottle cap traced a beautiful arc through the air and flew off into the distance.

He spun the jug in front of him, first filling up the small liquor jug and then pouring a cup into the little glass.

Vodka had a high proof and was easy to get drunk on, especially when drunk fervently. Not only did it easily intoxicate, but it was also harsh on the stomach.

He brought the small glass to his nose and sniffed, then tilted his head back slightly and downed it in one go, feeling a spicy sensation flooding his lips, sliding down his throat, reaching his stomach in the end.

With just that one sip, He Xing acutely felt that his alcohol tolerance was off that day, and to beat Ji Liangchuan, he should drink even more carefully.

Meanwhile, Ji Liangchuan drank like it was water. After another swig, half a bottle of Vodka was gone in the blink of an eye.

He drank without using a small jug or a glass, simply blowing into the bottle. Watching him, one might truly think his drink was non-alcoholic.

Proudly waving the half-empty bottle, Ji Liangchuan taunted He Xing, "You drink like a woman doing embroidery—so slow. Are you planning to drink all night long?"

At that moment, a staff member arrived with plates of snacks, filling the table with an array of foods: peanuts for drinkers, broad beans, lemon chicken feet, duck necks and collarbones, and even a variety of grilled items.

He Xing said thank you and began to pick at the food leisurely with chopsticks, his movements as elegant as if he were dining on the rarest delicacies.

It seemed he possessed a kind of magic that made even the most ordinary things extraordinary once associated with him.

At the moment, although He Xing was sitting in a noisy bar, one would feel as if he were seated in a high-end club.

He had an innate nobility radiating from within, powerful enough to influence his surroundings.

Ji Liangchuan’s aura was entirely different from He Xing’s. He possessed an equally powerful trait: no matter the environment, he could always blend in perfectly.

If he were in a high-end club, he would become Upper-Class Society’s young master; if he were in a nightclub, he would be the Prince of the Night.

Both of them had their own impact—one affecting the environment and the other welcomed by the environment. It was hard to say who was more charismatic.

He Xing ate and drank in tandem. Now that he had some late-night snacks as a base, he no longer found Vodka hard to swallow. On the contrary, he drank more and more, gradually surpassing Ji Liangchuan.

Though Ji Liangchuan started off drinking fiercely, after an entire bottle of Vodka on an empty stomach, he didn’t show any outward signs of discomfort, just his complexion was a bit paler than before.

But after all, it was Ji Liangchuan, who had drunk more liquor than water in the first half of his life; how could this amount of alcohol faze him?

After resting for just a few minutes, he could once again guzzle down half a bottle in gulps. Having finished the last sip from the bottle, he already had three empty bottles by his side.

He Xing smoothly opened his fourth bottle. He quickly grabbed three skewers of beef and began eating, some residue smudging the corners of his mouth from eating too quickly, yet this only added to his untamed, aristocratic charm.

"Is the food from my bar this delicious?" Ji Liangchuan said as he also took a Lamb Skewer and started eating. After one skewer, he felt the tumultuous feeling in his stomach subside considerably, and he eagerly took another to continue eating.