Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat
Chapter 443 - 443 438 Dont Take a Drunkards Words Seriously

Chapter 443: Chapter 438: Don’t Take a Drunkard’s Words Seriously Chapter 443: Chapter 438: Don’t Take a Drunkard’s Words Seriously Jing Junyang turned his head to glance at Jiang Yan and Mu Jiawen, then smiled too, “They’ve been childhood sweethearts and were admitted to Beijing University together from high school. Naturally, their relationship is solid and enviable.”

He truly admired them, having such a sincere and unforgettable connection in life was worth it, no matter the outcome.

Mu Miao smiled and did not continue the topic.

Everyone started drinking fervently after they were halfway through their meal, focusing mainly on Jing Junyang and Jiang Yan.

At first, everyone was fairly cultured, calling it quits after a polite drink of mostly beer. Later, probably influenced by Li Rang or You Chen, someone switched out for four bottles of liquor over fifty percent alcohol content.

All were young people fresh into society, and due to his relationship with Jing Junyang, they hadn’t suffered societal hardships, so with a bit of “cat pee” they felt they could touch the sky. After two glasses of the liquor, they were all howling in protest.

It gave Jiang Yan a headache.

A bunch of idiots, and with girls present too, not even considering being a bit more reserved!

While he was drinking with others, Mu Jiawen sat demurely to the side, serving as a beautiful vase. If someone included her in a toast, she would elegantly lift her glass of fruit wine and take a sip.

Just one sip.

But some people’s tolerance to alcohol is just inexplicably low. Jiang Yan didn’t know which sip did it, but she was drunk!

Mu Jiawen sat on the chair, her face as usual, lifting her glass to clink with Qi Lihong beside her, then sipping and setting it down.

She showed no signs of being inebriated.

Jiang Yan said to Qi Lihong, “Stop drinking with her, she’s drunk.”

Mu Jiawen turned her head, expressionless, and asked him, “Who’s drunk?”

Qi Lihong looked confused, “Isn’t she fine?”

Jiang Yan didn’t say much, only stretched out two fingers towards Mu Jiawen, “How many is this?”

Mu Jiawen pushed one of his two fingers down calmly and replied, “Fooling who? Four.”

Jiang Yan: …

Qi Lihong: …

At that moment, Du Fan saw that Mu Jiawen’s fruit wine was gone and hurriedly filled her glass again, not forgetting to ask, “Tastes good, right?”

Mu Jiawen nodded vigorously, “Tasty.”

“Then drink up.”

After Du Fan spoke and saw Jiang Yan looking at him, he gave an honest smile, “This stuff is just like a soft drink, you can’t get drunk on it, right, Xiaoqin?”

The girls that evening were all drinking fruit wine, including Qi Lihong. Du Fan was close to her, so he casually asked for her confirmation.

Qi Lihong, having had about three glasses, had neither a flushed face nor a fogged mind. She actually agreed with Du Fan’s statement; the fruit wine did indeed taste like a soft drink, with almost no trace of alcohol and a sweet hint of fruitiness—it was very enjoyable.

Yet it was this very beverage, akin to a soft drink with low alcohol content, that someone had managed to get drunk off of.

Qi Lihong looked at Mu Jiawen with a complicated expression and asked, “How many have you had?”

Mu Jiawen’s dark eyes swirled as she gave a clever response, “Guess?”

Qi Lihong: …

Alright, confirmed. This chick is definitely trashed.

But at that moment, the girlfriends of Li Rang’s group came over to toast. Jiang Yan was about to say something when Mu Jiawen already stood up and began clinking glasses with each, taking a large sip every time she did. After several rounds with the girls, she had finished two glasses.

Throughout the whole process, aside from drinking, she didn’t say a word, appearing both cool and carefree, which made one of the girls envious, wishing she could possess half of Mu Jiawen’s poise.

She would probably feel mixed emotions if she knew that her toast with her idol tonight would turn into a blank memory by tomorrow.

After the final round of drinking, about half were gone. Fortunately, Jing Junyang had prepared two cars in advance, with drivers from his family company, and Jiang Yan helped carry people out one by one.

Liu Wenhui came over to take Qi Lihong away, while Mu Jiawen sat primly and obediently in her chair, waiting for Jiang Yan to come and collect her after he finished escorting others.

“Hello.”

Mu Miao hadn’t drunk much; seeing that there were few people left in the room, she stood up, walked over to Mu Jiawen, and sat down in Jiang Yan’s spot.

Mu Jiawen turned her head towards her and gave a frosty reply, “Hello.”

“You might not recognize me, but I know your mother. My father is her cousin, his name is Mu Shurong.”

Mu Miao knew that Mu Chenyan had cut off contact with the Mu Family. Although the fault lay with the brothers Mu Shaotang and Mu Shaoning, since she didn’t associate with her own brothers and father, naturally there was no need to interact with cousins, despite there being no conflict between them.

It could be said that Mu Chenyan’s lack of interaction with her cousins was purely out of respect for her father’s dignity.

But you can’t really say anything about that, after all, in terms of blood, they are closer relatives.

Mu Miao hadn’t initially intended to strike up a conversation with Mu Jiawen, but she was just too curious about her, and now, seeing that no one was around, she couldn’t help but come over and reveal her identity.

However, upon hearing her introduction, Mu Jiawen’s face showed no expression, still looking at her with a cool and distant gaze.

“Jiajia.”

Mu Miao wanted to say something more, but Jiang Yan had returned after seeing someone off.

Hearing the call, Mu Jiawen swiftly stood up. Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly remembered something and turned back to Mu Miao, “My ride is here, goodbye.”

Mu Miao: “???”

Jiang Yan held her hand and led her away, casually asking as they walked, “What were you and that Mu Miao just talking about?”

“… You guess.”

“…”

Jiang Yan turned to her, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He didn’t really need to guess; she must have forgotten, right?

Suddenly Mu Jiawen snuggled up to him and wrapped one arm around his, whispering very softly, “I heard that you can strip tease?”

Jiang Yan: …

He pinched her cheek and asked through gritted teeth, “Who told you that?”

“You strip first, and after you’re done I’ll tell you.”

Even drunk, her intelligence was online—good!

He didn’t drive, but parked at a spot right in front of the restaurant, planning to come back to drive it the next morning.

So, leaving the restaurant, he walked with Mu Jiawen along the streets at the entrance of Beijing University, heading back to Qinghe Garden, which also allowed them to enjoy the breeze and sober up a bit.

“Why aren’t you dancing?”

“I can’t.”

“Don’t be shy; I’ll clap for you.”

What did these two things have to do with each other?

“Can’t you walk anymore?”

Mu Jiawen was actually walking just fine. When she was drunk, she had this particular habit of wanting to walk in a straight line. But upon hearing Jiang Yan say the words “can’t walk,” she immediately stopped and also let go of his arm, forcing him to walk with her in a straight line.

She spread her arms, “Carry me!”

Jiang Yan breathed a sigh of relief. It was better to carry her than to be dragged by her walking in a straight line.

He straightened the shirt she had pulled out of shape and bent down to pick her up.

Although the end of August in Beijing was still very hot, the temperature difference between morning and night was significant. Moreover, it was already ten o’clock, and the heat from the harsh daytime sun had dissipated. The cool breeze was refreshing and pleasant.

“Jiang Yan.”

“Hmm?”

“I want to get married.”

“…”

He turned his head to look at her with surprise, “We’ll get married after we graduate, okay?”

“Not okay. You do a strip tease for me first; after that, we get married.”

Jiang Yan: …

A drunkard’s words are not to be taken seriously—this is a golden rule!