Lu Qingxu retorted with his own words.
"Just say that in front of me. If he hears it, believe it or not, I'll rip your tongue out?"
The two bottles of wine were untouched.
As the four of them sat down, Jiang Sicheng, like a host, immediately poured a glass for each person.
Before everyone could raise their glasses and exchange pleasantries, Zhan Beijue got straight to the point.
"Jiang Sicheng."
"Mr. Zhan, you know my name? You know me?"
"Not only do I know you, but I also know your ex-wife."
"?"
Zhan Beijue smiled faintly, "I'm good friends with her brother."
Jiang Sicheng was startled by his smile.
Zhou Jinbei had never mentioned having a friend like Zhan Beijue.
Did she tell him about the divorce?
Didn't she say she wouldn't publicize it?
So why was he calling him over now?
"What do you mean by telling me this, Mr. Zhan?"
"It means nothing," Zhan Beijue's smile disappeared.
"I just want to tell you that I really don't like you."
Everyone: "..."
"Looking at your attire, are you a man or a woman?"
"Society is so open now, there's nothing unacceptable about telling the truth, but deceiving someone into marriage is not decent."
"You are very indecent."
So he was here to settle scores for Zhou Jinbei.
Although he had done wrong, it had nothing to do with Zhan Beijue, right?
Moreover, their family's business had no overlap with Zhan Beijue's.
Even if he had immense power, he shouldn't be afraid of him.
"Mr. Zhan, what you're saying seems a bit inappropriate. We're not very familiar with each other, and one shouldn't comment without knowing the whole story. Aren't you meddling a bit too much?"
Zhan Beijue ignored him.
He snapped his fingers at a waiter.
The waiter immediately walked over.
"Bring ten cases of beer, the cheapest kind. Quickly."
He had been feeling down lately and had nowhere to vent his anger.
Meeting someone who didn't know their place was just a way to amuse himself.
Everyone looked at him, confused.
Zhan Beijue said expressionlessly,
"I'm good friends with her brother. No matter what, she calls me brother. If she's bullied in such a significant matter, can't I say a word?"
Jiang Nanfang thought to himself:
How come I never saw you being so caring before?
You're ruthless to Zhou Jinxiu, but you're incredibly protective of this cousin-god-sister.
Jiang Sicheng was rendered speechless by his words.
After a two-second pause, "It was consensual. I didn't hide anything from your sister."
"I told her everything before we got married, and I didn't mistreat her. Ask her how much dowry I gave her."
"So you're saying you're a good person? Then let me toast you with two drinks."
Ten waiters, each carrying a case of beer, piled up like two small mountains on their table.
Zhan Beijue directly grabbed a case and threw it at Jiang Sicheng.
"I heard your greatest hobby is drinking. Today, we'll have both the wedding toast and the farewell drink together. Here, I'll toast you."
This wasn't a toast; bringing so much, and the cheapest kind at that, was clearly a punishment.
Feeling insulted, his anger surged uncontrollably.
But Jiang Sicheng dared not confront him.
"Mr. Zhan is too kind. If I had known you were her brother, we would have invited you to the wedding. However..."
"You won't give me face?"
In the past, at drinking tables, Jiang Sicheng used to say this phrase the most.
As long as someone refused to drink, this sentence would be thrown out, always effective.
He never expected it to be thrown back at him so directly one day.
If he had to blame anyone, it would be himself for not being capable enough.
Living in this world of the fittest, he truly dared not confront Zhan Beijue.
"Not at all. Mr. Zhan personally toasts me, how could I dare not drink?"
Under everyone's watchful eyes, he opened the beer and gulped down two bottles.
"I really can't drink anymore. For the sake of my peaceful breakup with your sister, please be magnanimous today..."
Zhan Beijue was relentless.
"My sister, Zhan Beijue's sister, was bullied. If it's resolved with just two bottles of beer, won't people laugh their heads off?"
His expression was extremely cold.
"Don't stop until I say so. Don't push your luck."
He had the worst luck in eight lifetimes to marry that woman, Zhou Jinbei.
Not only did he lose ten million in dowry, but he also didn't have a child.
Now he was being publicly humiliated. The more Jiang Sicheng thought about it, the angrier he became.
However, he dared not stop.
Bottle after bottle, he drank until the entire case was gone. He was so full he felt like crying.
"Mr. Zhan..."
"Didn't I say you could stop?"
He had no choice but to continue drinking.
Seeing that half of it was spilling out, he was already in great pain from being so full.
Zhou Yu'an and Jiang Nanfang, not wanting to get involved in their mess, exchanged a look and prepared to leave.
Zhou Yu'an stood up first.
"Mr. Zhan, since you have private matters to attend to, I won't disturb you further. I have to work tomorrow, so let's meet another day."
Zhan Beijue didn't respond to him but looked with disgust at the disheveled Jiang Sicheng.
"See? Your performance isn't exciting at all, and the audience has lost interest."
"Alright, stop drinking. Behave yourself from now on, and don't deceive decent girls with your charades."
"If I hear of this happening again, I'll pour all of this down your throat."
Jiang Sicheng felt like he had been granted amnesty. Hearing his words, he quickly scrambled away.
Seeing that Mr. Zhan had arrived at their table at some point, Director Zhang called out, and everyone squeezed out of the dance floor.
They sat on the sofas, feeling the warmth.
"Mr. Zhan, long time no see. Why are you here? Did President Jiang invite you?"
"I knew it! How could our team's rare team-building event be without Mr. Zhan?"
"Why did you order so much alcohol? Why isn't anyone drinking?"
"To our new colleagues, and for the smooth progress of our future work, I propose a toast to everyone!"
With no other option, Zhou Yu'an had to sit back down and clink glasses with them.
After finishing the drink, Director Zhang wanted to find another excuse to continue drinking.
Zhan Beijue interrupted him.
"Don't bother with me. Go play if you want to. President Jiang and I have something to discuss."
Oh, so he was here to see President Jiang alone.
Since Zhan Beijue had announced his intention to pursue Jiang Nanfang in front of them earlier, everyone was sensible.
They all stood up to take their leave and went back to dancing.
Zhou Yu'an stood up again.
Zhan Beijue waved his hand, "Go, you don't need to tell me. Leave if you want to."
Just as well, the show was over, and it wasn't very good. Jiang Nanfang also wanted to leave.
As a result, Zhan Beijue stopped her again, "Where are you going?"
"Do you really have something to tell me?"
"It's too late, and you can't drive after drinking. I'll take you home."
"So you asked me to stay just to tell me this?"
"Otherwise? Let Zhou Yu'an take you back?"
Zhan Beijue stood up and tidied her clothes.
"A man and a woman, after drinking so much. Don't you know what you like to do when you're drunk?"