Chapter 140: The Played Yu Wenhao and Lan Luo
Xi Shaoqi quickly brought back two boxes of wine with the waiter and said to An Nan: "If it’s not enough, I’ll go get more."
An Nan nodded slightly, without responding to him. Her cold gaze remained on the man beside her, her tone calm and unwavering: "Young Master Lin, let’s start. Don’t waste any time."
"Alright then, let’s do it." Surprisingly, Lin Mubai did not refuse An Nan’s proposal.
A grand mahjong game began, without gambling money involved.
The first round ended quickly, Lin Mubai first, An Nan second, Lan Luo at the bottom, meaning Lan Luo lost. Just when he thought this was a bet between his good brother Lin Mubai and An Nan, and he was merely an outsider, a cup of Moutai was handed to him. His face turned pale instantly: "What does this mean?"
With a faint smile at the corners of her mouth, An Nan looked at him: "What? Can’t handle losing? It was agreed beforehand, the loser has to drink a cup of baijiu."
Hearing this, Lan Luo immediately felt as if he had boarded a pirate ship, everything felt wrong. Yet he gathered his courage, grabbed the cup from the other’s hand, and downed it in one go.
Just after he drank, he felt a burning sensation from his esophagus to his throat, unbearably uncomfortable. But he couldn’t not drink; does this mean he has to admit he can’t handle losing?
A man can do without anything, but he cannot do without face.
Throwing the cup aside, he shouted angrily, "Continue, continue, I refuse to concede, tonight I drink it all."
The ’clatter clatter’ of mahjong continues to echo in the enclosed room.