One drink led to another. Soon, the two bottles of whiskey were empty.
Shen Monong was slumped over the booth's table, completely unconscious.
"You keep dancing. I'm going to take your fiancée home first," Ye Xiu said to the still-dancing Lian Zhengrong before hoisting Shen Monong over his shoulder and walking out.
The onlookers gasped. He had gotten Lian Zhengrong's fiancée drunk right in front of him, given him a heads-up, and then simply carried her away. Even an idiot could guess what Ye Xiu planned to do with the unconscious Shen Monong.
"If I, Lian Zhengrong, do not avenge this, I shall die with eternal regret!"
Once Ye Xiu's figure disappeared from view, Lian Zhengrong stopped dancing and furiously smashed a booth to dust with one slap of his hand. This wasn't just an insult to him alone. It was an insult to the entire Lian Family.
