Chapter 5361

Zhao Desan looked at Li Qike's cold, gloomy expression, then chuckled as he picked up a glass of wine and said, "Chairman Xiao, don't just keep talking about grand, empty things. Let's chat while we drink; let's have a glass first." As he spoke, he extended his glass toward Xiao Chuanguo, signaling for a toast, while intentionally ignoring Li Qike, who held a higher rank than him, to make him feel awkward.

Xiao Chuanguo immediately smiled enthusiastically, raised his glass to clink with Zhao Desan's, and tilted his head back to pour the entire glass of white liquor down his throat. Zhao Desan did not show any weakness either; with a lift of his hand and a tilt of his head, he downed his glass as well.

"Well, District Mayor Zhao, you and Chairman Li should have a drink together." After putting down his glass, Xiao Chuanguo realized that Li Qike had been ignored by Zhao Desan, so he intentionally offered a reminder.

Zhao Desan chuckled, filled his own glass, extended it toward Li Qike, and said, "Brother Li, I want to apologize to you on behalf of my girlfriend. If I offended you just now, I hope you, as a man of stature, won't hold it against me or take it to heart."

Li Qike glanced at the glass of white liquor Zhao Desan had extended, which was filled to the brim, then looked at his smiling face. A cold sneer squeezed out from his gloomy features as he said, "I certainly have to give District Mayor Zhao this face." As he spoke, he lightly clinked glasses with him and downed the drink in one gulp.

After finishing the glass, Zhao Desan immediately refilled it and raised it again, thinking to himself, "You son of a bitch, you want to drink? Fine! Then I'll accompany you to the end!" He toasted Li Qike three times in a row like this before finally slowing the pace slightly.

Xiao Chuanguo, standing to the side, saw that Zhao Desan seemed to be intentionally messing with Li Qike, but since Li Qike had managed to reach the position of Vice Chairman of the Municipal CPPCC, his drinking capacity was naturally not something an average person could compare to; one could say he was on par with Zhao Desan. In such a situation, Li Qike was naturally unwilling to admit defeat to this kid. After Zhao Desan finished his toasts, not only did he show no intention of easing things up, but he instead ordered two more bottles of white liquor, had the waiter replace them with large two-and-a-half-tael glass cups, unscrewed the bottles, poured them full with a gurgling sound, and began to toast Zhao Desan back.

In front of the beautiful reporter, Zhao Desan naturally could not back down either. Both of them were harboring anger, and just like that, they toasted each other frequently, raising their glasses again and again. Without realizing it, Zhao Desan's vision began to blur, his head felt dizzy, and he seemed to see two Li Qikes drinking with him...

This could be considered a display of Zhao Desan's youthful vigor. He hadn't expected Li Qike to perform so extraordinarily. Without having gauged his opponent's strength, he had rashly attacked, relying on the belief that his own drinking capacity was the best in the world. He had originally wanted to make Li Qike dizzy and confused, but the result was, of course, imaginable. The final outcome was a case of "killing a thousand enemies while suffering eight hundred losses." In the end, both he and Li Qike collapsed onto the table. It took Zheng Chuyi a tremendous amount of effort to help him out of the hotpot restaurant and hail a taxi to take him to her office at the newspaper agency.

Zhao Desan was drunk in Zheng Chuyi's office for several hours. When he woke up, he saw a handsome and pretty face. After this beautiful face saw Zhao Desan open his eyes, the gentle smile slowly turned tense. She let out a soft "humph" and complained, "If you don't have the diamond drill, don't try to take on the porcelain work. Do you know what that's called? It's called puffing up your face to look like a fat man! Drinking so much!"

Zhao Desan blinked his eyes hard and saw clearly that this pretty face was none other than Zheng Chuyi. Perhaps because he had drunk too much, Zhao Desan felt that Zheng Chuyi had become even more beautiful. Behind that youthful and slightly executive womanly charm, there was a hint of spiciness. She looked so pleasing to the eye and so comfortable that Zhao Desan wanted to tease her. So, he widened his eyes and, feigning a tone of confusion, asked, "Beauty, who are you?"

Zheng Chuyi was stunned by Zhao Desan's question, but immediately reacted. Her almond eyes widened, and she said with feigned anger, "Have you drunk yourself stupid?"

Zhao Desan looked at her cute appearance, which seemed both serious and stubborn, and felt a sweetness in his heart. He looked at the surrounding environment and knew he was lying on the sofa in her office. Only then did he feign a serious tone and ask, "How did I end up here?"

Zheng Chuyi glanced at him, pouted her little lips, and said, "You tell me how you ended up here. You drank so much that it took a lot of effort for me to bring you back. My kindness is treated like a donkey's liver and lungs. Tell me, should I kick you out?"

Zhao Desan looked at her expression, which carried a hint of shyness, and couldn't help but burst into laughter. How could he not hear that this girl was complaining about him? Thinking of this, Zhao Desan said with a smile, "Alright, alright, my great beauty Zheng, you really don't want to suffer any losses. I'm in this state now, feeling terrible inside, and you don't have a shred of sympathy!" He intentionally put on a pitiful look.

"Sympathy for what! This is called bringing it on yourself, you know? If you don't have the ability, don't show off. Look at how you drank." Zheng Chuyi was unyielding and didn't accommodate him at all.

"I did this to stand up for you!" Zhao Desan looked at her with a bit of grievance, then immediately clutched his head and groaned, "Ouch," feigning great pain as he said, "My head hurts so much!"

"Your head still hurts?" Seeing his pained expression, Zheng Chuyi couldn't help but feel a bit worried and asked, half-believing and half-doubting.

"I'm a puppy if I'm lying to you." Zhao Desan groaned in pain while swearing.

"Hmm, I think you are a puppy." Zheng Chuyi laughed with annoyance, then moved to his head and reached out to massage his temples.

Because the air conditioning in the room was on, Zheng Chuyi had taken off her woolen coat and set it aside. She was wearing a thin, purple-red crew-neck base layer. At first, Zhao Desan was attracted by those soft hands and felt very comfortable, but as Zheng Chuyi's massage gradually expanded, the two high mounds on her chest almost touched his face. That feeling was a massive shockwave, and Zhao Desan almost couldn't hold back; he had an urge to pull her into his arms immediately.

"Still competing in drinking with others, drinking yourself into this state." Zheng Chuyi said while massaging, complaining.

"Hey, I did it to stand up for you. But I also blame myself; I thought my drinking capacity was decent, but I didn't expect that guy surnamed Li to be so formidable, actually being able to go toe-to-toe with me to the end. This time, I've truly met my match." Zhao Desan said with a tone of complaint.

Zheng Chuyi stopped her hands, stared at Zhao Desan, and asked, "Do you have some kind of conflict with him?"

Zhao Desan looked at her in surprise, then shook his head and said dismissively, "There is a conflict, and it's all because of you."