Chapter 188: Chapter 187: Alcohol Takes Over
Zhao Dazhuang was in high spirits, talking especially a lot. Holding his wine glass, he first had two drinks with Shi Yang’s father, then held his glass and, across the table, toasted Shi Yang.
Shi Yang hurriedly took off his disposable gloves, filled his own glass with wine, and when clinking glasses, persistently kept his rim lower than Zhao Dazhuang’s.
Zhao Dazhuang was slightly tipsy, his voice growing louder: "Yangyang, you have promise, great promise, and you’re bound to grow even more successful in the future."
Zhao Dazhuang turned and patted Shi Yang’s father on the shoulder, praising him like a brother: "Old Shi! You’re so lucky to have such an outstanding son! Blessings indeed!"
Shi Yang’s father was beaming at the praise, humbly saying, "He’s not as great as you say!"
Zhao Dazhuang, as if showing off his own son, praised Shi Yang: "How is he not?! With our Yangyang’s looks and abilities, handsome and wealthy, he’ll definitely marry a movie star in the future!"
Excited by his own words, Zhao Dazhuang asked Zhao Meimei: "Meimei, don’t you think your brother Yangyang is handsome? Shouldn’t we find him a pretty sister-in-law?"
The people around were oblivious, with elders warmly chatting and making small talk.
Only Zhao Meimei was silent, with her head down and lips tightly pressed. She was scratching her fingers under the table, holding back from speaking... Finding a movie star as a wife? If you keep saying that, you’ll have your daughter become a nun!
Zhao Meimei chewed her shrimp meat vigorously with her neat white teeth, her hand under the table angrily pinching Shi Yang’s thigh at its most tender point.
Shi Yang was holding a glass, accompanying the fathers in drinking, and almost sputtered out his sip when pinched by her.
Yet, Zhao Dazhuang was in high spirits, his senses infinitely heightened by the alcohol, emotions surging and sweeping over him instantaneously, clinging to Shi Yang, drinking cup after cup, babbling on.
Shi Yang’s mother and Liu Xiue found the room too stuffy, so they went out together for some air, leaving the men behind to speak their heartfelt post-drinking words.
Everyone’s lips were burning red from the spicy food, with two servings already gone and barely enough, ordering three more. Despite the air conditioning blasting in the private room during the hot summer, the combination of spicy food and drinking still made everyone sweat profusely.
Since entering society, Shi Yang had endured countless engagements, and his drinking capacity was honed to not be easily toppled. But now, the situation was unique—Zhao Meimei, the silly girl, was angry and had no restraint, pinching Shi Yang until his whole body was heated. Everyone watched as Shi Yang turned red from face to neck, as if soaked in a wine pool.
Shi Yang slouched in his chair, face ablaze with laziness induced by alcohol, feeling hot, casually unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a large expanse of pink muscle, his deep black eyes affected by the alcohol, shining profoundly, his clean-shaven chin making his handsome face impossibly appealing and attractive.
Within a short time, several female waiters came by to serve dishes and drinks, none daring to gaze at Shi Yang directly, all sneaking glances with shy admiration, hearts palpating as they withdrew silently.
Shi Yang hadn’t realized his masculinity hormones were wildly leaking. He started feeling burnt like fire by Zhao Meimei’s teasing, so he kept downing alcohol to suppress it, yet the suppression only fueled the flames, nearing explosion.
Shi Yang gulped a mouthful of wine, no longer able to resist the teasing, his mind’s clear thread trembled weakly twice. He changed to holding his glass with his left hand, his right hand diving under the table, entirely ruled by impulse, seizing Zhao Meimei’s hand placed on the table edge and pulling it beneath the table quickly, holding her hand directly, pressing it against himself.
The moment Zhao Meimei’s hand touched Little Yang through his pants, both experienced the sheer panic akin to getting caught red-handed for wrongdoing; their hearts thudded as blood rushed simultaneously from below and their hands to their heads and toes.
One was completely confused, startled, trembling lightly unable to control.
One was dizzy, delighted, almost wanting to groan out of sheer unfamiliar bliss.
After self-relying for so many years, Shi Yang abruptly felt this stimulation, and merely thinking that the person touching him was Zhao Meimei electrified him entirely, almost dizzy with sensational impact.
Shi Yang acted on pure impulse, under the influence of alcohol, experiencing such unbelievable bliss; there was no way he could stop now.
In the private room, Shi Yang’s father and Zhao Dazhuang, shoulder to shoulder, nearly cheek to cheek, confided in each other, reminiscing about childhood poverty eating husks and discussing their current happiness, eyes blurred with drunkenness, consciousness out of sight.
Shi Yang squinted, stretching out his long legs, firmly holding Zhao Meimei’s hand, through his pants gripping Little Yang’s slow to fast movement.
Once Zhao Meimei realized what Shi Yang was leading her to do, she couldn’t raise her head anymore, her face flushed bright red as if blood could drip, initial fear slowly merging into a mess of sweet affection deep within.
She couldn’t help but watch Shi Yang’s slightly closed eyes, lightly furrowed brows, tightly pursed lips, engrossed even in observing his chest’s gentle rhythm, her heart pounding along.
Then, Shi Yang’s body stiffened completely due to excitement and chaos, his heart pounding excessively, bowed his head, panting heavily for a long time.
Zhao Meimei rubbed her hand, pursing her lips, her gaze uncontrollably drifting toward Shi Yang beneath, setting aside eating, joining in sitting sillily.
Shi Yang’s eyes appeared dazed, yet his mind had cleared, a roar in his skull surged as the alcohol in his veins steamed out through pores, feeling sticky cold discomfort underneath, grabbing some napkins from the table, slightly turning aside, avoiding Zhao Meimei’s sight, randomly wiping inside his pants.