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Chen Yansen wouldn’t back down. With his physique score of 2.63, almost triple that of a normal person, his ability to break down alcohol was naturally not going to be poor.

The two went back and forth, cup after cup.

Watching them, Meng Jie grew anxious and interrupted, ”Can you two eat some food? You’re just drinking!”

She felt bad for her father and was also worried about Chen Yansen.

The two men exchanged a look, silently ate a bite of food, and then tacitly raised their glasses again.

Meng Zhenguo couldn’t remember how many cups he’d had, but he could vaguely recall dropping his chopsticks three times.

He started talking nonsense. ”Ah, Xiaochen, young people in love can be impulsive. You have to make sure you use protection.”

”...” After hearing this, Meng Jie buried her head in embarrassment and covered her ears. She regretted letting Chen Yansen have dinner with her father.

”Don’t worry, Uncle. I always buy the best,” Chen Yansen said half-jokingly. He was slightly tipsy, but his mind was still clear.

Meng Jie had her ears covered and didn’t hear this.

”As long as you have them,” Meng Zhenguo responded groggily. He subconsciously raised his glass, but before he got it halfway up, he keeled over and collapsed onto the table.

”Your dad fell asleep,” Chen Yansen whispered, nudging Meng Jie.

”Huh? What do we do now?” Meng Jie looked up, her face full of embarrassment.

Even she could see through Old Meng’s little trick, so of course Chen Yansen was well aware of it.

He had intended to get Chen Yansen drunk, but he ended up getting dead drunk himself.

”Let’s get a room and let Uncle Meng rest first,” Chen Yansen suggested.

”I guess that’s our only option,” Meng Jie agreed, nodding.

The two of them helped Meng Zhenguo to the guest room area and then tossed him onto the bed.

”Why don’t you sober up here too?” In the room, Meng Jie pointed to the other bed.

”Will you sober up with me?” Chen Yansen smirked, stepping forward to hug Meng Jie.

”My dad’s right there,” Meng Jie said, a little shy. She glanced at the soundly sleeping Meng Zhenguo and reminded him in a small voice.

”It’s fine. Your dad’s asleep. He won’t disturb us.” Chen Yansen held Meng Jie as they fell onto the soft, large bed together.

”Just kisses,” Meng Jie warned, grabbing Chen Yansen’s hand.

”I’ll just hold you. I won’t do anything funny,” Chen Yansen said with a straight face.

A dozen or so minutes later, Meng Jie struggled up from the bed, frantically straightening her clothes. She shot Chen Yansen a harsh glare. ”You don’t keep your word.”

”I’m a businessman. I don’t even have morals, so what makes you think I’d have integrity? But, even though they’re small, they’re very cute.”

Chen Yansen made a small gesture with his hands and commented with a smile.

”Chen Yansen, you’re dead!” Meng Jie pounced on him again, straddling him and playfully hitting him.

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It wasn’t until the sun was setting behind the West Mountain that Meng Zhenguo slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing this, Meng Jie quickly handed him a bottle of water. ”Dad, maybe you shouldn’t drink next time.”

”Xiaojie, don’t talk to Uncle Meng like that. Uncle Meng, let’s you and I continue drinking tonight,” Chen Yansen teased with a smile, sitting in a chair.

’Still drinking?’

’You trying to drink me to death, you brat!’

Meng Zhenguo shook his head repeatedly. ”It’s right to drink less. And you, Xiaochen, you didn’t even stop me at lunch.”

”Dad, Chen Yansen did try to stop you. You were the one who insisted on opening another bottle,” Meng Jie said, tilting her head, feeling a bit weary.

”Oh, was I?” Meng Zhenguo finally realized he must have gotten really drunk at lunch and gave an embarrassed laugh.

”Alright, you two should head back to school. Seeing you get along so well puts your mother and me at ease,” Meng Zhenguo said, changing the subject.

The three of them chatted for a while longer before Chen Yansen stood up to leave. ”Then we won’t disturb your rest any longer.”

With that, he pulled Meng Jie up and walked out.

”I’ll drive on the way back,” Meng Jie said, reaching into Chen Yansen’s pocket. She fumbled for a moment before pulling out a car key.

”Okay.” Chen Yansen didn’t refuse. ’It’s only been a few hours. I’m definitely not sober yet.’

Meng Jie had gotten her driver’s license earlier than Chen Yansen, but she had less experience on the road. Fortunately, it was the New Year’s holiday, and they were driving toward the countryside, so there weren’t many cars on the road.