Chapter 1961 - 1962: Either a CEO or a Mathematician
Chapter 1961: Chapter 1962: Either a CEO or a Mathematician
Behind them, Rong Yan watched as Leng Feng downed cup after cup beside her, drinking at least seven out of ten glasses.
Everyone else noticed his unusually bad luck. Every time he lost a round, they wore expressions that were hard to describe.
Only Estelle wasn’t surprised at all. She continued with her own business, eyes downcast, not even bothering to look up.
Fu Yi had brought out his private stock of alcohol, each bottle different from the next.
Everyone who drinks knows: no matter how well you can hold your liquor, don’t mix drinks. Mixing drinks not only gets you drunk easier but also harms the body.
After the tenth glass, Leng Feng couldn’t hold it anymore. Holding his stomach, he staggered out of his seat and ran outside, retching loudly.
Rong Yan frowned, worried, "Is he okay?"
Li Shengxiao elegantly set down his dice, his tone indifferent, "He won’t die."
He looked up at Fu Yi and Cui Jiangjing, saying, "I’m done playing. I’m heading back."
Cui Jiangjing tossed aside his dice, clicking his tongue, "Eh, no fun. And he has the nerve to come play with such low tolerance."
Fu Yi’s handsome eyes smiled, "Enough, Shengxiao said he’s done, so that’s it. I did mention the game only had one rule: no cheating midway. But for Shengxiao, I’ll give him a pass. Let’s call it a night."
Li Shengxiao grabbed Rong Yan’s hand, his palm hot and impatient as he stood up, "Let’s go, head home."
"Oh, okay." Rong Yan hurriedly waved goodbye to Gu Linxi as she was pulled out, "Xixi, I’m heading out first. Don’t forget what you promised me."
Gu Linxi waved her hand briskly in response.
Rong Yan picked up her bag, following closely as she left the private room.
Before they exited, they passed by the spot where Leng Feng had vomited. Li Shengxiao paused for two seconds, lips curling slightly, "Had this been two years ago, you’d have been kicked out of the Capital City by now!"
Two years ago, before he reunited with Rong Yan, given his personality, this foolish man attempting to provoke him would definitely face a grim outcome.
But it’s not two years ago. He’s much more at peace now, less aggressive than before. Plus, he’s getting married next week and doesn’t want such petty matters to sour his mood.
Before leaving, he coldly warned, "Next time, don’t covet what’s beyond your reach!"
Who’s coveting what’s beyond their reach?
Who are they saying isn’t a match? Her?
He didn’t give Rong Yan a chance to be stunned, dragging her along.
Rong Yan, being pulled, kept calling out to him, "Li Shengxiao, slow down, I can’t keep up."
Being pulled, she had to quicken her pace, nearly running to keep up with him...
Leng Feng smelled the sour stench of his own vomit in the air, jealousy and anger rising as he looked ahead, wiping his mouth, and returned to the room like a defeated man.
Cui Jiangjing saw him return and sneered, "Did you hear Fu Yi say Shengxiao has a bad stomach and tried to get him drunk during the game? Tsk, you’re really bold for such a futile attempt. You probably didn’t know Shengxiao majored in math before he graduated. If not for the billions waiting for him to inherit, he’d have been a mathematician. Playing dice with him and thinking you’d outsmart him, ha, you must be dreaming, with your brain left in your mother’s amniotic fluid. If Shengxiao hadn’t let you off tonight, you’d be drinking everything on this table!"
"Don’t be so harsh, you’ll scare off other people’s kids." Fu Yi leaned forward with a smile on his face though his eyes were full of warnings, "Kid, next time don’t eye someone else’s wife, that’s your boss’s lady. Got it?"