Warmth breeds desire for silver.
Looking at the blushing face of Zhang Yixin, Shu Yong grew even more restless.
Next, he kept urging her to drink.
Zhang Yixin wanted to refuse, but Lin Bei and Wang Lun among others were also jeering on the side.
"No... no more drinking, I've really had too much."
After another thirteen cups, Zhang Yixin's cheeks became even more flushed, like ripe juicy peaches, alluring to the eye.
"Yixin, this is Young Master Yong. Even if not for yourself, you should consider our Wang Family's interests," one prodded.
"Yeah, Yixin, you've already drunk so much anyway, don't be a spoilsport," added another.
"How about this, after the drinks, don't go back. Just head to Young Master Yong's villa, and from now on, be his woman, how does becoming the young madam of the Shu family sound?"
The Wang family members were unanimous in their persuasion, almost wishing Zhang Yixin would spend the night with Shu Yong.
Lin Bei sat on the side without a word.
