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Chapter 236: The Dilemma at the Dinner Table

Chapter 236: Chapter 236: The Dilemma at the Dinner Table

He Lan spoke up and everyone at the table was taken aback, their eyes shifting to her before turning to Song Muyu.

Song Muyu was instantly embarrassed when He Lan called her out in front of everyone.

She smiled, "Miss He, enjoyment isn’t about how much one drinks."

"Heh!" He Lan snorted coldly, "It’s at the drinking table one can truly judge a person’s character, not even willing to drink, aren’t you happy?"

He Lan’s words were always pointed.

Song Muyu was made awkward and embarrassed by such unintended acts.

This girl had been so accurate several times that, if she didn’t appear so natural, Song Muyu would have almost thought she did it on purpose, knowing some inside information.

But it looked like she knew nothing, just happened to hit the mark.

Nothing more.

Song Xun’s gaze landed sharply on Song Muyu’s face.

She tugged at the corner of her mouth, and let out a chuckle, "Miss He is right, you can tell how happy I am, and so am I. If I don’t finish this drink, after what you’ve said, my brother and sister-in-law might misinterpret."

The moment she finished speaking, she lifted her glass, ready to down it in one gulp.

Qiao Rui immediately spoke up, "Miss Song, I haven’t had a drink either. Not everyone can handle their liquor. Since Miss He is so happy, maybe she could drink for us?"

"Heh, Qiao Rui, what’s that supposed to mean?" He Lan scoffed, "Why should I drink for you?"

Qiao Rui just stared at her intently and said in a deep voice, "Well, because you’re kind-hearted, beautiful as a flower, and have a chivalrous spirit, naturally you can hold your liquor."

He Lan was shocked, not expecting Qiao Rui to compliment her right away.

She snorted, "Don’t think that by flattering me, I’ll believe what you say."

He Zheng was fed up with his sister’s stubbornness.

He spoke up, "He Lan, stop causing a scene. Let everyone do as they please, being happy is all that matters, regardless of how much you drink."

"Brother, why are you stopping me from speaking?" He Lan said, "It’s an engagement ceremony, it ought to be lively! Miss Song, as Mr. Song’s own sister, just barely touching her drink at her own brother’s and sister-in-law’s engagement ceremony – that won’t do."

Song Muyu, holding her drink, watched everyone talking at once, and Song Xun’s piercing gaze was on her.

She smiled and said out loud, "It’s just a drink. I’ll do it."

As soon as her voice fell, she downed a large glass of liquor.

Song Xun’s eyes narrowed several times.

After finishing, Song Muyu turned to He Lan, "Miss He, are you satisfied now?"

"Good things come in pairs. Two drinks," said He Lan.

"Okay, Miss He. Your turn then!" Song Muyu looked at her.

He Lan was taken aback, "If I’m coming, then I’m coming."

"Miss Song!" Qi Yun shouted, "You can’t drink anymore!"

She was just getting back her health; drinking was very bad for her body.

Others didn’t know, but Qi Yun knew how poor Song Muyu’s health was at that moment.

She had lost so much blood; her body was in a state of deficit. Drinking more would be adding insult to injury.

Song Muyu shook her head slightly at Qi Yun, "Just two glasses."

Looking at the situation, it seemed that without those two drinks, it would be difficult to resolve the matter.

Song Xun was watching her closely, as was Shen Shuyi.

He Lan was making things hard for her.

She just wanted this torment to end quickly.

Qi Yun hesitated to speak.

Qiao Rui glanced at Jiang Jinfeng.

Jiang Jinfeng immediately said, "I’ll drink for her!"

Qiao Rui nodded subtly.

That was what she meant, having Jiang Jinfeng drink for Muyu.

At that moment, Jiang Jinfeng took the drink from Song Muyu’s hand and said, "I’ll drink for Miss Song. Mr. Song, Miss Shen, do you think that’s alright?"

Song Xun was taken aback, his handsome face carrying an air of indifference and sharpness. He locked eyes with Jiang Jinfeng, his voice cold as he said, "Mr. Jiang, I am quite aware of my sister’s tolerance for alcohol. It certainly isn’t just one drink."

Jiang Jinfeng was startled, not expecting Song Xun to make things difficult for Song Muyu.

He frowned at Song Xun and said with a smirk, "In that case, are you suggesting that I can’t drink on behalf of Miss Song?"

"Of course," Song Xun gave a definitive reply.

Jiang Jinfeng was naturally not going to be polite either: "That’s really funny. All these guests aren’t troubling your bride-to-be or you, yet we’re being troubled by you two, the soon-to-be-wedded couple—it’s a first for me, Jiang Jinfeng, I must say!"

Song Xun’s eyes tightened. "Mr. Jiang, Muyu is my sister. She doesn’t drink. Do you find that acceptable?"

Song Muyu felt somewhat helpless and managed to say, "Jinfeng, I’ll drink it myself!"

She no longer had the energy to make eye contact with Song Xun, feeling extremely tired.

Jiang Jinfeng said, "You and I should be as one; I’ll drink for you."

Song Xun’s brows clenched, his voice icy, "Mr. Jiang, you are not my sister, and you can’t replace her."

His tone and attitude made it clear that he wanted Song Muyu to drink.

The atmosphere suddenly became a bit suffocating.

Song Xun’s gaze was uncompromising, as if he wouldn’t be pleased unless Song Muyu drank the alcohol herself.

Jiang Jinfeng laughed, his eyes already cold, and he said in a deep voice, "Mr. Song, since that’s the case, shouldn’t your bride and you both partake as well? If everyone at this table toasts to you, will you be able to toast the next table?"

A war of attrition; Song Xun and Shen Shuyi probably wouldn’t make it to the next table.

Shen Shuyi’s face changed, and she instinctively looked towards Song Xun.

Song Xun’s expression turned dark as he stared coldly at Jiang Jinfeng, no one knowing what he was thinking.

At this moment, Qi Yun timely spoke up, "Miss Song hasn’t been feeling well lately and isn’t suitable for drinking. I’m sure Mr. Song and Miss Shen can understand!"

Her words made everyone at the table fall silent, gradually understanding that Song Muyu might be on her period.

Song Xun frowned.

Shen Shuyi quickly said, "Since my sister-in-law isn’t feeling well, she shouldn’t drink."

Song Muyu looked at Shen Shuyi and smiled faintly, "Thank you, sister-in-law, for your consideration."

"Not at all!" Shen Shuyi smiled generously. "We are family, so don’t be so formal with me, Mr. Jiang, you need not stand on ceremony either."

Miss Shen was indeed gentle and considerate, just as the rumors described.

She glanced at Song Xun.

Song Xun’s piercing gaze fell upon her face, and as their eyes met, he seemed to wish he could crumble her into pieces.

Such an incisive gaze, such a prolonged hesitation, forced Pei Liyan to speak up as a reminder.

"Brother Song, allow me to toast on behalf of everyone here to you and Miss Shen, wishing you a joyous engagement."

Song Xun snapped back to reality and turned to look at Pei Liyan.

Pei Liyan was smiling, raising his glass.

Song Xun then nodded. "Thank you for the blessings, Brother Pei."

"Thank you, Mr. Pei!" Shen Shuyi also quickly expressed her thanks.

After finishing the toasts at this table, Song Xun led Shen Shuyi to the next.

Qi Yun snorted coldly.

Jiang Jinfeng swept a cold glance at Song Xun, feeling no fondness for him.

Song Xun paused, casting a glance at Qi Yun and Jiang Jinfeng as he passed by.

Qi Yun looked at him with a sharp and indifferent gaze.

Song Xun’s brows furrowed slightly, and his subconscious glance shifted towards Song Muyu. What he saw was her pale face, completely drained of color.

But she didn’t look at him, keeping her eyes lowered in an indescribably gentle and touching way, her lips also devoid of color.

A wave of emotion surged through him, and he suddenly realized Muyu was indeed unwell.

Song Xun’s expression grew even darker.

When they left, Song Muyu leaned back in her chair, feeling the sweat breaking out on her back.