Chapter 162: Drunk, truly drunk

Everyone says alcohol bolsters the timid's courage.

He drank water.

Wu An felt he was getting more drunk.

He raised his empty water cup: "I still want to drink."

Gu Anran poured another cup.

Wu An drank it.

But he still felt dry-mouthed: "I'm still thirsty, feeling like I'm about to breathe fire."

Gu Anran furrowed her brow.

This is the alcohol burning him.

Gu Anran had A Qing keep watch, then went into the nearby convenience store; the store's entrance had some fruit displayed, and here they have seasonal fruit year-round.

Gu Anran returned from the convenience store, holding a bottle of honey in one hand and two lemons in the other.

Soon, a cup of lemon honey water was ready; lemon and honey both have sobering effects.

Wu An didn't take it: "Hey."

Gu Anran passed the water cup to A Qing, who took it to feed him.

Wu An shook his head and refused to drink.

A Qing was exasperated: "Sister-in-law, look at this..."

"Let me do it." Gu Anran looked left and right; there weren't many passersby, but the nearby stall vendors were all watching. She took the cup, sat beside Wu An: "Behave, drink your water nicely."

Wu An is also the type who knows how to climb the pole.

He tilted his head and leaned over.

He was drunk.

He was really drunk.

Gu Anran's body stiffened, feeling the weight on her shoulder; she didn't dare move, just shifted slightly to let Wu An lean more steadily.

Bad news: she was just hard-controlled like that.

Good news: Wu An is very obedient.

Oh yo yo.

A clamor arose around them.

Some people looked calm on the surface, but actually everything below their neck was already pink; Gu Anran hadn't spoken yet, but A Qing shouted: "What's the fuss? My sister-in-law taking care of my brother is only natural!"

A Qing is the type who assists.

Right, right, right.

Have they gotten their marriage certificate?

When will they hold the wedding banquet? We definitely need to have a cup of wedding wine.

But we should drink less; getting like this on the wedding night wouldn't do, hehehe.

Most of the stall-holding men, and even some old women, started singing vulgar but harmless tunes.

At this moment.

After Wu An drank the water, he seemed a bit more comfortable and didn't move around; just as Gu Anran breathed a sigh of relief, Wu An began speaking in her ear.

"Today I've done several big things."

"The fishing boat will soon be mine, the same one as before; it originally cost over eighty thousand, but now I can at least save half the money..."

"Money is secondary; the main thing is venting anger, you don't know..."

"Moreover, moreover, I bought three sets of houses in town today; one of them has a especially large plot, nearly two thousand square meters, and it's right by the seaside; if we build a big villa, living there would definitely be awesome."

"It just takes a lot of money to renovate; I need to earn more money..."

"There are still many industries in the village we can do to make money..."

Gu Anran listened, surprised by Wu An's busyness; she didn't have time to think further, just felt her neck itch and her heart go numb, wanting to avoid it yet somewhat reluctant to do so.

The breath Wu An exhaled was especially hot, making her whole body feel tense.

When Wu An stopped rambling, Gu Anran quickly called A Qing over to support him; she quickly grabbed something to pad, then let A Qing help Wu An into the car.

Seeing Wu An's tightly furrowed brow relax, Gu Anran said: "A Qing, take it slow on the road."

A Qing nodded, called out "Sister-in-law, goodbye," then drove Wu An away.

Midway.

Wu An reminded: "A Qing, go straight to Lao Wu."

If he returned home in this state, he'd probably be nagged by his brother and sister-in-law; this kind of happy trouble, he thought it's better to enjoy less of it.

He had already remembered Gu Anran's words.

Foreseeable problems should be avoided if possible.

A Qing answered, then after a moment asked: "Brother, are you sober?"

Wu An nodded without speaking.

He's still drunk.

He squinted, still savoring; her scent really smells good.

Of course.

His drunkenness is real too.

It's definitely not an act.

On the other side.

Guang Liangjun was dragged into Lao Tan's office over a debt issue, and the two launched into a heated 'discussion'.

Guang Liangjun became extremely agitated over Lao Tan's accusation that he had delayed the repayment deadline, shouting at the top of his lungs.

Don't misunderstand.

It's not that I'm arguing on principle.

He's only shouting because the beating hurts too much and he can't bear it.

Lao Tan propped his feet on the desk, picked his ears, and said, 'Lao Wu, use a bit more force.'

'I feel like my ear callus is about to be shaken loose.'

'Let him shout even louder.'

Lao Wu acknowledged with a sound, applied his technique on Guang Liangjun—in this he was an absolute authority; Guang Liangjun was in agony, yet his body showed no obvious injury.

Guang Liangjun couldn't take it anymore and wailed, 'Boss Tan, even if you beat me to death, I still have no money to pay you.'

'You have to give me some time.'

'Let me raise the funds.'

Lao Tan held up a finger: 'I'm only giving you one day.'

'At this time tomorrow, I want to see the money.'

Guang Liangjun begged for mercy: 'Why not just give me a quick death? Take whatever part of me is worth money and be done with it.'

'With just one day, where am I supposed to find a buyer?'

Lao Tan said lightly, 'Or you could just hand over the boat.'

Guang Liangjun was so frightened he wanted to kowtow: 'Boss Tan, that boat cost me over a hundred thousand when I bought it!'

How much does he actually owe Lao Tan?

Using a boat to offset such a small amount of debt is even more outrageous than loan sharking.

Lao Tan snorted twice and said, 'I'm only giving you one day—find whoever you can; if that fails, go ask that kid from Xixi Village.'

Having said that, he waved at Lao Wu.

Lao Wu dragged Guang Liangjun, who was like a dead dog, out of the room; Guang Liangjun begged all the way, but in the end he was thrown onto the open ground downstairs and, as luck would have it, broke an arm.

Lao Wu accompanied him to the town hospital, covering all medical expenses, and kept apologizing to Guang Liangjun in front of the doctor; Guang Liangjun could do nothing but forgive him.

He couldn't kick up a fuss.

If he dared to cause trouble, next time it wouldn't just be a broken arm.

Guang Liangjun left the hospital; although the sun was big, he felt intensely cold, his whole body trembling slightly, he called several prospective boat buyers, but none wanted it.

Not even at a reduced price.

Finally he found Wu An's phone number and called, but several attempts failed to get through.

Good heavens.

Who will come save me?

Guang Liangjun dragged his broken arm home; the house was in utter disarray, not because someone else had messed it up, but purely of his own making.

In a moment, sorrow welled up from his heart and Guang Liangjun burst into tears.

What happened to this perfectly fine home?

He opened the store-bought cold platter, accompanied it with a shot of strong liquor, a handful of peanuts, a sip of liquor—intending to drink away his sorrow, but the result was only more sorrow.

He got drunk.

The next morning, Guang Liangjun woke from his hangover, discovered he had vomited all over himself, broke out in a cold sweat, and narrowly avoided choking to death on his own vomit.

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

He hurriedly cleaned up, changed into a relatively fresh set of clothes, and headed straight for Xixi Village.