Chapter 8

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Li Jinyao frowned. “You’re really getting increasingly bolder.”

Song Yunque took a sip of red wine and said casually, “With Grandpa Mo backing me up, what’s there to be afraid of? Besides, we’re also thinking of Fourth Brother’s lifelong happiness. Right, Third Brother?”

“Yeah.”

Lu Cong nodded with a smile.

While the two of them were chatting, Li Jinyao suddenly stood up. “I have something to do. I’ll get going first.”

“No way, Second Brother. You’re actually leaving at this critical juncture? How are we going to get Fourth Brother drunk without you?”

Song Yunque got anxious.

Li Jinyao patted his shoulder. “Good luck!”

After saying this perfunctorily, he left faster than anyone else.

Song Yunque couldn’t help but wail. “This is bad. The one who can hold his liqour the best ran away! Third Brother, what should we do?”

Lu Cong adjusted the glasses on his nose bridge and said casually, “Drug him.”

“Drug him? Oh yeah!”

Realization dawned on Song Yunque, and he smiled particularly happily at Lu Cong. “Third Brother, I didn’t expect you, a medical sage, to do such a despicable thing. We’re indeed biological brothers.”

Lu Cong: “Ha. Ha.”

My family doesn’t carry such a stupid and cute gene.

Half an hour later, Mo Shiting appeared with a cold aura.

When he saw that only Lu Cong and Song Yun Que were in the private room and that Gu Li was nowhere to be seen, he raised an eyebrow. “Where is she?”

Song Yunque didn’t answer his question. “Second Brother just left because he had something to do, and Big Brother didn’t come.”

Mo Shiting narrowed his sharp eyes. “Think carefully before you answer me.”

Song Yunque instantly cowered and admitted his mistake. “Fourth Brother, I was wrong. Fourth Sister-in-Law isn’t here. I shouldn’t have tricked you into coming.”

With that, he immediately sent a distress signal to Lu Cong.

Lu Cong tried to smooth things over with a smile. “It’s been hard to see you recently, so we had no choice but to call you out like this. We’ll punish ourselves with three glasses of alcohol later as an apology. What do you think?”

Hearing this, Mo Shiting then stopped finding trouble with Song Yunque.

He strode over to the two of them and sat down. He then poured the alcohol into a glass and drank it.

He drank glass after glass, looking as if he wasn’t going to stop until he was drunk. The two people with ulterior motives were almost dumbfounded.

That’s strange. Doesn’t he usually stop after getting a taste of it?

Why is he so abnormal today?

Then should we still drug him or not?

…

Gu Li was drawing the finale of ‘Beautiful Master’ at home.

Right at this moment, her phone, which she had put aside, rang.

She picked her phone up and saw that it was a call from Mo Shiting.

He’s calling me so late at night. Could it be that he wants me to go back to the villa?

Dream on!

Am I, Gu Li, someone that will come and go as he pleases?

Gu Li simply put down her phone and she didn’t answer the call.

But the other party was very persistent, and they kept calling her over and over again.

In the end, she really had no choice but to answer the call. “If you have something to say, say it quick!”

An unfamiliar male voice came from the phone. “Fourth Sister-in-Law, my name is Song Yunque, and I’m Mo Shiting’s cousin. My fourth brother is drunk. Come pick him up quickly, or else he’ll be seduced by some seductress. The address is…”

The other party said a lot, and in the end, he hung up without even waiting for Gu Li’s response.

Gu Li was completely confused.

She originally wanted to ignore him, but she was still worried. So she could only put on her coat, take her car key, and go to the bar.

On the other side…

Song Yunque put the phone in his pocket and whistled at the tipsy Lu Cong. “Third Brother, let’s go. Fourth Sister-in-Law is almost here.”

“What’s the hurry?”

Lu Cong stood up unhurriedly and picked up a bottle of wine. He walked over to Mo Shiting, who was sleeping on the sofa, and poured the wine on him without any hesitation.

Yup, as long as his clothes are dirty, they’ll have to taken off…

Song Yunque was puzzled. “Third Brother, why did you pour it all over Fourth Brother?”

Lu Cong rolled his eyes at him. “I really didn’t wrong you to say that you’re stupid.”

“What do you mean?”

“Go understand it yourself.”

After saying this, Lu Cong ignored Song Yunque, who was half a beat slower, and turned around to leave.

“Hey, say it a little more clearer—”

Song Yun Que hurriedly followed Lu Cong.

…

When Gu Li arrived at the bar, Mo Shiting was the only person in the large private room