Liu Wentian saw that everyone was toasting him, yet he wasn't drunk at all, while many of them had already collapsed. After a moment's thought, he too feigned being drunk and collapsed onto the table.
Only then did Sheng Qianmei's uncles, brothers, and other relatives stop bothering him.
Soon after, Liu Wentian felt a soft, delicate body help him up, a familiar faint scent wafting into his nose as Sheng Qianmei's voice rang out beside his ear.
"Grandpa, Liu Wentian can't drink anymore. If he drinks more, he'll have a headache tomorrow. I'll take him back to his room to rest."
Elder Leng chuckled and said, "Alright, go ahead and take him up. Can you manage by yourself? Otherwise, let your dad help you carry Liu Wentian upstairs."
"No need, I can manage," Sheng Qianmei shook her head.
"Haha!! Qianmei is really good to Liu Wentian. You're not even married yet, and you're already so protective of him."
