Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 404 - 406: Special Treatment for All Kinds of Pretentious Discontent

Chapter 404: Chapter 406: Special Treatment for All Kinds of Pretentious Discontent

But on second thought.

Zifeng didn’t find it strange after all, since Zhao Xuemo was the director of the Public Relations Department at Tianyu Group, and one could imagine how much socializing she had to do...

So being here to socialize wasn’t really surprising.

"Since you know each other, that’s great. I was worried that Zhao sister would be embarrassed by me finding someone to block drinks for her," Yuxuan said, clearly getting excited.

"Uh..."

Zifeng felt a sudden pang of headache, a very bothersome headache indeed!

It wasn’t until Yuxuan pulled Zifeng into the private room that the three men and one woman inside all shifted their gaze towards the two of them.

"Gentlemen, eat and drink well today. If you don’t have a good time here, it’s like slapping my face," Yuxuan said, and began to walk towards Zhao Xuemo.

Zhao Xuemo, clearly getting tipsy from the drinking, seemed to have blurry eyes now.

Seeing Yuxuan coming over,

Xuemo finally found a shoulder to lean on.

Mumbling, "Yuxuan, where did you go?" Zhao Xuemo shook her groggy head vigorously.

"Xue Mo sister, look at how much you’ve drunk, drink less. Alcohol is bad for women," Yuxuan said, feeling a bit heartbroken to see Zhao Xuemo being coerced into drinking so much by the three men because of work.

Although she was used to such sights, after all, she had a pretty good relationship with the woman before her.

"Xue Mo sister, look who I found for you to block drinks, later if any trouble arises and there’s no acquaintance to help, you can be easily taken advantage of," Yuxuan whispered as low as possible to prevent others from hearing.

"Block drinks? Who?" Zhao Xuemo asked with blurred eyes.

"Over there." Yuxuan pointed towards Zifeng, who stood awkwardly at the door.

"Who is he?" Zhao Xuemo didn’t really look, just glanced over briefly.

However, Zhao Xuemo sobered up quite a bit very quickly.

She abruptly sat up and took a good look at Zifeng.

Inside her mind she thought, "It’s him!"

"Xue Mo sister, do you two know each other?" Yuxuan asked.

"Xue Mo sister? What’s wrong?" Seeing Zhao Xuemo silent for a long time, Yuxuan shook her fragrant shoulder.

"Ah!"

Zhao Xuemo suddenly came back to her senses, her gaze a bit evasive.

"He said he knows you, are you old acquaintances?" Yuxuan asked kindly.

"I..." Since he had already said they knew each other, Zhao Xuemo didn’t feel like saying much, and just nodded in acknowledgment.

"Hehe, what a coincidence, so you do know each other, you’re old friends then. Later let him take your drinks for you, too much alcohol is not good for a woman’s health," Yuxuan said with a giggle.

"Thank you, Yuxuan," Zhao Xuemo nodded gratefully.

"Don’t mention it, since you two know each other, I’ll be going now. Make sure not to drink alone later." With that, Yuxuan once again stood up, toasted each of the middle-aged men with a drink, and then left triumphantly.

Coming up to Zifeng, she nudged him with her arm and chuckled slyly, "I didn’t expect you two to actually know each other. That’s good. Old friends meeting up, now I can rest easy. Go on, what are you still standing there for? You wouldn’t want Xue Mo sister to get drunk and taken advantage of by those smelly men later, would you?" Yuxuan laughed oddly.

"Your friends are really... generous!" Zifeng shrugged helplessly.

"Hehe, the rest is up to you. I’ve got to go get busy now. I’ll treat you to a meal later," said Yuxuan, patting Zifeng on the shoulder again before humming a tune and walking out of the private room.

Under the dazzling, colorful neon lights in the private room.

Lin Zifeng felt that the lights were more of a headache than the people.

And so, Lin Zifeng stood at the doorway, neither progressing forward nor finding a seat to occupy. He simply remained there at the entrance, not daring to move forward.

"Oh? You must be Xue Mo’s friend, right? Come on over and join us for a couple of drinks," seeing Zhao Xuemo’s gaze dodge away, Lin Zifeng also felt awkward.

However, the three middle-aged men inside the private room seemed quite enthusiastic.

They insisted on pulling Lin Zifeng over to join the drinking contest.

Nevertheless, one of the middle-aged men winked at the others, signaling to join him in getting this kid drunk to the point of oblivion.

But all of this did not escape Lin Zifeng’s notice.

"You’re here too?" Zhao Xuemo did not overdo her reaction but straightened the hair on her forehead.

Dressed in a professional, snow-white OL outfit, her perfect, mature, and seductive figure was incredibly alluring.

Even Lin Zifeng couldn’t help but take a few extra glances at her.

For office beauties like Zhao Xuemo, in their age bracket, their charm was naturally much more enticing than those girls who had just graduated from school.

From both a physical and mental standpoint.

They were absolutely incomparable to those fresh young ladies straight out of school.

Zhao Xuemo was wearing an immaculate white OL outfit, with a black lace-trimmed semi-transparent shirt underneath that inevitably stirred the silence in one’s heart. No wonder these three beasts were continuously trying to get her drunk.

Just looking at Zhao Xuemo’s fair and shapely legs was enough to sense the longing to be crushed by them.

Zhao Xuemo’s one distinguishing feature was a tiny beauty mark beneath her chin, which aroused Lin Zifeng’s curiosity.

Women with such a mole typically had good fortune or were quite pitiful, or so the village widow Wang had told him when he was younger.

Widow Wang had a mole in the same spot under her chin.

"I just happened to be free today, so I came here for a drink to pass the time," Lin Zifeng nodded, indicating his response.

"Oh," Zhao Xuemo let out a soft moan. Then she asked no further.

"Come on! Little brother, since you’re here today, let’s drink one together. It’s a twist of fate," said one of the men, who was as fat as Bajie’s brother, Zhu Jiujie, lifting his glass and starting to pour drinks into Lin Zifeng’s glass.

"Sorry, I’m not very good with alcohol, so I’ll just have a sip to be polite," Lin Zifeng replied modestly, after receiving the drink.

"Heh! If you can’t hold your liquor, why the hell did you come here?" one of the middle-aged men, seeming a bit drunk, began to tease Lin Zifeng in a Northeastern accent, right in his face.

Lin Zifeng simply lowered his head, smiling, and accepted the drink silently.

"Come on! Today you’ve got to accompany us for a few drinks no matter what. As Xue Mo’s friend, friendship among friends is found in the liquor. You’ve got to drink today, no matter what," said the son of a bitch who was a good match for Jiujie, picking up a large bottle of baijiu and pouring it into Lin Zifeng’s glass. It seemed like they were trying to use this opportunity to drink Lin Zifeng under the table.

It wasn’t uncommon for people to get drunk to death at the dining table.

However, their way of playing was indeed a bit over the top.

"I really can’t drink much," Lin Zifeng began to decline.

Joking aside, even those who could drink a lot couldn’t possibly treat alcohol like water—it could be fatal.

"Don’t be like that, brother. I saw you drinking just now like it was water, clearly you can hold your liquor. Don’t put on an act in front of us brothers; it’s too pretentious, and we don’t like it," they said.

Fine! If they really wanted to drink, then he’d drink with them to their heart’s content, the perfect cure for anyone who refused to admit defeat. Today he would drink them under the table.

Lin Zifeng was about to smack his thigh and grab the drink when—

a delicate, fair, and smooth hand suddenly intercepted his wrist.