Chapter 186: Lightweight
The Li Group employees had to admit defeat, however reluctantly. When it came to drinking, they had truly seen it all.
Chen Dong and Wang Mengyu had downed two and a half cases—a total of fifteen bottles—of Moutai, which came six to a case. They started drinking at the beginning of the party and were still going as it was winding down. The guy who'd started the betting pool made an absolute killing; not a single person had guessed correctly.
The colleagues who hadn't known Chen Dong before now firmly remembered that the General Affairs Department had a bona fide drinking god in its ranks.
By this point, some colleagues who had finished their meals were already heading home. Wang Mengyu, however, was stubbornly persisting, her body trembling and her eyes half-closed. She slurred to Chen Dong, "I... I refuse to believe... I can't... can't get you drunk today!"
Chen Dong was truly impressed. 'This is the first time I've ever met an ordinary person who can drink this much. If it weren't for my Martial Artist physique, which is far beyond a normal person's, this woman would've probably knocked me out flat.'
Wang Mengyu shook the bottle. Empty again. She wobbled to her feet to grab another, but she was completely unsteady and fell right into Chen Dong's arms.
Their eyes met. Perhaps due to all the alcohol, both of them were breathing a little heavily.
"Wang Mengyu! Chen Dong! What in the world are you two doing?" Li Huiran's icy voice came from behind them.
At the celebration banquet, many people had proposed toasts to Li Huiran. But at the Li Group, if President Li didn't want to drink, no one dared make her. So she'd only had a few small glasses and was merely a little tipsy.
She had been about to call Chen Dong and Wang Mengyu to head home, but she came out only to be met with this scene, and she couldn't help but feel a flare of anger.
Hearing the voice, Wang Mengyu swayed as she tried to stand up and mocked, "Well, well~ If it isn't our lightweight, President Li! You dare step up and have a drink with me?"
Li Huiran ignored Wang Mengyu, staring coldly at Chen Dong instead. "How could you get her this drunk?"
Chen Dong shook his head slightly. "I'm the one she was trying to get drunk."
Before Li Huiran could lose her temper, Wang Mengyu threw her arms around her. "Come on, Huiran, have a drink with me!"
Li Huiran frowned. "You're already like this and you still want to drink?"
"Come on! One drink won't affect your ability to drive a Ferrari with one hand!"
Hearing that from Wang Mengyu, Li Huiran didn't know who she should be angry with.
'Wang Mengyu is clearly drunk,' she thought. 'Whatever happened just now was probably unintentional.'
The logic of a drunk person was truly impossible to fathom.
And then, Wang Mengyu started bawling while clinging to Li Huiran. "Huiran! I want a man! It reminds me of the time I got scammed out of eighty thousand yuan in an online relationship. My heart hurts so much!"
Li Huiran was mortified. 'Is she really starting to air her dirty laundry in public?'
She quickly asked a nearby waiter to get a room so the drunkard could get some rest. Otherwise, who knew what other embarrassing things she might do? Her initial plan had been to have Chen Dong drive them home, but a single glance told her he had also had a lot to drink.
'I could call my bodyguards to pick us up, but in Mengyu's state, she'll definitely throw up the second she gets any fresh air. It's better to just stay at the hotel. If she pukes and makes a mess, I can just leave a bigger tip.'
She called Chen Dong over, and together they helped support Wang Mengyu. Li Huiran couldn't manage her alone; Wang Mengyu was curvy in all the right places, which meant she had some weight to her.
The trio, reeking of alcohol, stepped into an elevator. Inside, there were also three other people.
A sinister-looking young man, flanked by two burly bodyguards dressed in black.
The man didn't seem disgusted by the reek of alcohol coming from the trio. Instead, his eyes roamed over Li Huiran and Wang Mengyu with keen interest.
The elevator lurched into motion, and the feeling of weightlessness made Wang Mengyu instantly vomit, splattering some of it onto the man's suit.
The man sneered. "Well now, this suit wasn't cheap. How do you propose to handle this?"
Li Huiran quickly apologized, "I'm very sorry, sir. I'm willing to pay for the suit at its original price!"
The man licked his lips and said bluntly, "Forget the money. As long as you spend the night with me, we can let this whole thing go."
Hearing this, Chen Dong's brow furrowed, and a flicker of killing intent flashed in his eyes.
Li Huiran's apologetic posture vanished. She said coldly, "I only dirtied your suit, and I've already offered to pay for it. If you continue to spout such nonsense, I won't be so courteous!"
The man sneered as his two bodyguards advanced on them. "And how will you 'not be courteous'? I'd love to see. I adore that cold, arrogant air of yours. I hope you can keep it up later in bed. Your drunk friend has a nice figure, too. I'll gift her to my bodyguards!"
The two bodyguards roared with laughter. "Thank you, Young Master!"
Chen Dong's calm voice cut in. "You're courting death."
The man's brow twitched as he looked at Chen Dong. "Well, look at this. One who isn't afraid to die! Cripple him!"
Just as the two huge bodyguards were about to attack, Chen Dong shot a kick into one's stomach, then seamlessly raised his leg to kick the other under the chin.
One bodyguard clutched his stomach and doubled over, while the other collapsed in a corner of the elevator, foaming at the mouth.
The man's brow furrowed. "You have some skill," he said coldly. Immediately, he channeled his True Qi, infusing it into his leg as he lunged at Chen Dong.
Chen Dong blocked with one leg, then brought it crashing down in an axe kick. The man was instantly slammed against the elevator wall, spitting up blood, his eyes wide with terror. 'I have high-grade True Qi, yet I couldn't even take one of his moves.'
The violent shaking caused Wang Mengyu to let out a great retch and vomit again. None of the three men on the floor were spared; she got them all. The young man, in particular, took a full load right to the face.