Chapter 172: This wife's words are a bit heart-wrenching

Su Yuhong counted the steps with her fingers, her mind went numb, and indeed there were 90 steps.

This elementary school problem is truly outrageous!

But the ten cups of wine in front of her are definitely not to be drunk; she must not engage in drinking contests, as the doctor has repeatedly warned her that alcohol stimulates breast tissue and worsens breast hyperplasia.

If the condition is not controlled, the risk of developing breast cancer will greatly increase.

I, beautiful as a flower, have finally reached the threshold of a petite rich woman, with several million lying in my bank account, and I haven't even had time to thank the handsome-as-hell God of Wealth.

Gambling with one's life in a drinking contest is a grave disrespect to the God of Wealth.

Su Yuhong poked a finger at Lin Dongfan sitting beside her and said, "God of Wealth, you painstakingly advised me to get this checked and that checked, barely preserving this little life; we cannot let the effort go to waste."

"What do these mean?" Lin Dongfan frowned slightly.

Su Yuhong's smile is forever bright and sunny: "Will you drink these ten cups for me? In the next life I'll repay you as an ox or horse; you live in Qiantang East, I also live in Qiantang East, and I will never be reborn in Lin'an North."

At this moment Yang Qing saw through it—Sunshine Hong was trying to shirk responsibility.

Yang Qing immediately retorted: "What Qiantang East, Lin'an North? Drink your own penalty wine; who told you to be so useless you can't even count?"

He spoke as if he had counted the steps precisely, not blushing at all.

Yang Qing had made up his mind today to get Su Yuhong drunk, because only when she was drunk would it not interfere with the brothers' all-out spa session.

After a moment's contemplation, Lin Dongfan picked up the first cup of wine in front of Su Yuhong and drained it in one gulp.

Without taking a breath, he then picked up the second cup.

This scene left Yang Qing feeling stifled and powerless: "Pretentious offender, your move this time is a bit over the top—she acts cute and you just drink; can't we have some principles?"

"She truly cannot drink alcohol, to prevent breast cancer."

Saying that, Lin Dongfan tilted his head back and drained the second cup in one gulp.

He then continued with the third cup, the fourth cup… Although they were small seven-qian cups, after drinking ten cups Lin Dongfan's cheeks also turned slightly red, adding a hint of hazy intoxication.

Su Yuhong quickly placed some light dishes in Lin Dongfan's bowl: "Hurry up and eat something to settle your stomach."

"Enough."

Drinking on an empty stomach directly irritates the intestines and stomach, making intoxication quite easy.

Lin Dongfan already felt a fiery, spicy burn in his stomach; now eating some food should still be in time—let's eat first and talk later.

Yang Qing asked Su Yuhong half-believing, half-doubting: "Is it a real illness or a fake one?"

"What nonsense are you talking? If I weren't a little ill, would the God of Wealth help me drink ten cups? What are you thinking?" Su Yuhong then got up and ladled a bowl of clear oyster soup for Lin Dongfan, thoughtful to the core.

This dish was ordered by Yang Qing, whose original intention was simply to boost some yang energy.

Seeing the good person make Lin Dongfan do it, and the good food enter Lin Dongfan's stomach, Yang Qing suddenly felt a tragic sense of dying before achieving success.

Since you want to be a flower protector, you might as well lie down too.

Yang Qing gave Zhang Yong a glance: "Brother, Sunshine Hong can't drink alcohol, you can surely drink, right? Hurry up, don't be sneaky and slippery like a woman; if a toast is due, make the toast."

"Alright then, I'll toast a few big shots with a cup."

Zhang Yong raised his cup and stood up; among those present, his position was the lowest.

Yang Qing reminded with a smile: "Brother, a toast isn't done like that; you must first toast Pretentious Fan, after all he's the 'true big shot'. Back when we swept Imperial No. 1, a slight mishap broke the freezer-corpses case. The ones who received merit were me and you, but the guiding immortal was Pretentious Fan, who bestowed the honor of second-class merit upon our heads."

"Look at my brain."

Zhang Yong finally understood Yang Qing's intention—this was the rhythm of getting Lin Dongfan knocked flat.

But……

Zhang Yong also sincerely wanted to toast Lin Dongfan with a cup.

Back then, it was Lin Dongfan who helped transfer him from the rural police station to the bureau's criminal police brigade; Lin Dongfan gave him guidance to earn merit, and now Lin Dongfan assists him in rising smoothly to the rank of captain.

This allowed him to reach, in less than half a year, a height that others might not achieve even after a lifetime of effort.

If life has a benefactor.

Then Lin Dongfan is his great benefactor, completely changing his loser fate.

Zhang Yong rose with his cup in hand and sincerely said to Lin Dongfan: "Brother Fan, I won't bother with words of gratitude—they're all in the wine; I'll drink first as a toast."

"We're all brothers; we're not that pretentious."

Seeing Zhang Yong tilt his head back and drain his cup, Lin Dongfan likewise without hesitation lifted his cup and gulped it down.

After toasting that cup,

Zhang Yong then called the waiter to refill a cup and continued toasting Lin Dongfan: "Brother Fan, you're returning to provincial work tomorrow; this cup is my send-off for you."

"Then this cup should be drunk by everyone together."

Saying that, Lin Dongfan turned his gaze toward Yang Qing.

He also laughed: "Yang Three-Year-Old, don't think I don't know what twisted ideas are in your head. You just want to knock me flat? Come on, if you're a man, step up to the battlefield yourself."

"If we go, we go; who's afraid of whom?"

Yang Qing thought, "I alone can't outdrink you, and adding Zhang Yong still can't outdrink you? What a joke!"

Those spirited times.

No backing down.

This is a willpower etched into everyone's bones.

At first the formations were clear, Yang Qing and Zhang Yong teamed up to fiercely compete with Lin Dongfan; as they drank they forgot who they were, turning into a three-kingdom melee, with all kinds of boasts flying everywhere.

Drinking until past ten at night, not a single one could stand up.

"Slow down."

Su Yuhong supported Lin Dongfan all the way out of the venue.

I didn't expect this guy to be so hard to serve; with his uneven cat-like steps, his body swayed left and right, almost unable to support him.

As they walked out of the private room doorway,

Su Yuhong again instructed the waiter: "Please help us take those two drunk cats to Room 1102; the room key is on the table."

She just booked a room at the hotel.

Originally she wanted to open four rooms, one each, but only 1102 and 1106 remained.

"Wife, I want to drink water."

Lin Dongfan stumbled along in a daze, his sight as poor as a 2000‑degree myope; within his limited view, nothing could manifest doppelgänger illusions.

"Pig, who are you calling wife? Which way are you going? Over here!"

As soon as they exited the elevator, they took a wrong turn; Su Yuhong draped Lin Dongfan's arm over her shoulder, supporting him—though it saved her some effort, she could barely hold him up, this guy's steps were utterly chaotic.

Finally managed to get him onto the bed.

The next second they heard retching sounds.

Su Yuhong gasped in shock, shouting "Wait a moment!" She moved as fast as Lightning Woman, dashing in a flash to grab the trash can.

In the end she still didn't catch it, because nothing came out.

Lin Dongfan lay sprawled on the bed: "Wife, pour me a cup of water..."

"Sigh… it hurts, who did I owe in my past life? This life I'll be pierced by countless arrows… wait, I'll get you water right away..."

Su Yuhong, full of complaints, still acted sincerely—when it was time to pour water, she poured water.