Chapter 29: The Results Are Too Obvious! Pretending to Be Drunk to Avoid Drinking?

Guo Feng spoke up because he distinctly felt a wonderfully comfortable sensation on both sides of his waist. The feeling had appeared so suddenly that, at first, he paid it no mind, but then he realized his energy was noticeably improving. Considering he’d had a few drinks, this shouldn’t have been the case.

Just then, Chen Feng exclaimed in surprise, “Damn, that’s amazing...”

He felt the same unusual sensation at his waist. Having tasted President Chu’s special sea cucumber before, he knew exactly what was happening.

Cai Yao glanced at him. “Chen Feng, why are you so jumpy?”

Chen Feng laughed. “If you’re feeling a really comfortable sensation at your waist, don’t be alarmed. That’s President Chu’s oysters beginning to digest in your stomach—they’re nourishing you.”

Hong Hao, curious, asked, “There really is a comfortable feeling at my waist, Brother Chen. How do you know so much about this?”

Chen Feng replied proudly, “Because I’ve eaten even more potent sea cucumbers from President Chu. Those really improve your constitution; after a few, I felt noticeably better. But they’re rare—President Chu only gave me four.”

Cai Yao instinctively looked at Chu Lin. Suddenly, she felt a spark of interest toward this President Chu. How did he have so many special kinds of seafood? More importantly, these seafoods had great benefits for her own restaurant, True Essence, which specialized in seafood dishes. Just recently, thanks to the prawns, True Essence’s performance had improved significantly, while competitors’ numbers had dropped. The rise and fall on both sides was clear—she knew exactly what it meant.

It seemed she should keep in contact with President Chu more often in the future.

Hong Hao, Zhang Ju, and Guo Feng now understood what was happening: these oysters were truly miraculous! If they weren’t actually nourishing, how else could they explain the comfortable sensation at their waists?

It reminded them of what Cai Yao had said earlier—“a man’s refueling station makes his girlfriend very happy.” All men understood the meaning behind those words. They were itching to try it for themselves.

At this moment, Chen Feng poured another glass of wine and raised it to Chu Lin. “President Chu, thanks to you, we’ve enjoyed such excellent oysters tonight. I toast you!”

“Chen, I don’t really handle alcohol well. Are you trying to get me drunk?” Chu Lin feigned helplessness.

Shen Lu was baffled. You claim you can’t drink? Last night at the bar, I could barely keep up with you!

Chu Lin often played at bars with Huang Bin and handled his liquor well. He only said this because Li Qian was nearby. He’d invited the girl out; of course, he hoped for something to happen tonight. Though thinking about such things on a first date was bold—most girls were shy and reserved, except perhaps for Shen Lu—still, there’s always room for exceptions. After all, there’s a saying: mutual pursuit.

If a girl likes you, it all depends on your skills at winning her over. For example, the first time a girl uses her mouth, it’s often because her boyfriend half-coaxes, half-pressures her. Some people chase a girl for months and never even make it to first base; others succeed after one date and end up in a hotel. That’s the difference.

Chu Lin was now certain Li Qian liked him. After all, several people at the table had called her his girlfriend, and she hadn’t corrected them. He’d even offered her oysters as a test—she ate them without hesitation, another sign. If she wasn’t interested, a normal girl wouldn’t lack boundaries and would never casually eat seafood peeled by a man.

Seeing Chen Feng toast Chu Lin, Hong Hao, Zhang Ju, and Guo Feng followed suit.

“I really can’t drink much, you’re all going to knock me out,” Chu Lin protested, though inside he was amused. These people were playing along perfectly.

Cai Yao raised her glass and said to Li Qian, “Qian, I toast you as well. Glad to meet you today—let’s talk more when we have the chance.”

Li Qian hurriedly raised her glass politely. “Thank you, Miss Cai.”

But after setting her glass down and looking at Chu Lin, she was stunned. Chu Lin had slumped onto the table, clearly drunk.

So he truly couldn’t handle his liquor.

“Damn, President Chu is down already?” Chen Feng was astonished and quickly apologized to Li Qian. “Sorry, we honestly didn’t know President Chu’s tolerance was so low.”

“Yeah, we didn’t mean to get him drunk,” Hong Hao explained.

Who could have guessed President Chu would collapse so quickly?

Only Shen Lu knew the truth—he absolutely wasn’t drunk. To avoid drinking, he was pretending. How could he pull this off?

Of course, Chu Lin wasn’t drunk; pretending was his strategy for wooing Li Qian tonight. Isn’t it said that if a girl likes you, you only need a glass to get her tipsy—and only then do you have a chance?

But it’s not only girls who can get drunk—men can too.

In this scenario, by feigning drunkenness, he left several choices for Li Qian: first, she could simply leave, which would be the most awkward outcome for him, and would mean there’d be no future. But Chu Lin was confident Li Qian liked him and wouldn’t do that.

Second, Li Qian could take him home, but she’d need to know where he lived, which was unlikely.

So, the last option remained: Li Qian would take him to a hotel.

If he was drunk and Li Qian took him to a hotel, opportunity would arise. A woman who likes you, a bit of alcohol, and then, if you’re bold, things might happen—half coaxing, half boldness.

This trick was taught to him by Huang Bin. He’d tried it before and had won a girlfriend this way. Most importantly, he was the drunk one, the one being taken to the hotel, with witnesses to prove it. It creates the right environment and a semi-coercive premise.

However, many men mess up this tactic by reversing it—getting the girl drunk instead, then taking her to a hotel, and ultimately landing themselves in trouble.

“Chu Lin, are you alright?” After finishing their drinks, Li Qian and Cai Yao sat down and shook Chu Lin to check on him.

But Chu Lin remained motionless.

Cai Yao said, “Looks like President Chu has had too much. Qian, should I call a driver for you so you can take President Chu home?”

Li Qian was dumbfounded by this suggestion.

Take Chu Lin home? How? She didn’t know where he lived!

Suddenly, she realized she was facing a particularly tricky situation.

Cai Yao continued, “Chen Feng, Hong Hao, could you help support President Chu? I’ll call the driver.”

What else could Chen Feng and the others do? They were the ones who’d gotten him drunk. So they helped.

Shen Lu had already quietly started filming, planning to send the video to Lin Nian so she could witness Chu Lin’s embarrassment—pretending to be drunk just to avoid drinking, and being carried out by others. Hilarious! Absolutely shameless!

Chen Feng and his friend helped Chu Lin down the stairs, guided by Li Qian to the car, and Cai Yao arranged the driver. Li Qian searched Chu Lin’s pockets, found the car keys, and handed them over.

After Chu Lin was safely in the car, Cai Yao and the others returned to the restaurant.

Li Qian sat in the back seat with Chu Lin, feeling completely lost. What now?

Of course, Chu Lin wouldn’t keep pretending forever, so as the driver started the car, he shifted and rested his head on Li Qian’s thigh.

She was wearing a short skirt, so his face and her thigh made intimate contact in that instant.

Soft! Fragrant!

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