Silent communication is a high-level skill for ordinary people, but for these two, a single glance was enough to convey volumes.
"Those looks are a bit strange."
"You're the expert. Have you analyzed what's going on?"
"It's a kind of care."
"Care?"
"Yes, a deep and profound care."
The silent exchange between One-Eyed Man and Director Hao had a certain meaning, although the exact nature of it was only known to the two of them, each filling in the blanks in their own minds.
Whether or not it was truly what they thought didn't really matter.
Later.
As the dinner neared its end, Lin Fan continued drinking. Mainly because the way One-Eyed Man and the others drank seemed so enjoyable that it made his mouth water. He picked up the bottle and gulped it down.
Everyone watched in astonishment.
At this rate…
Someone could drink themselves to death.
Master Yongxin pressed his palms together and chanted a Buddhist prayer. "I will descend into hell; who else will go?" Despite his vegetarian and Buddhist practices, he stuffed his mouth with meat and fish, followed by a swig of alcohol, savoring the delicious taste.
Liu Ying was very nervous.
He sat up straight.
All the people present were big shots. It was truly an honor for an ordinary member like him to dine with so many important figures. He raised his glass and gulped down the alcohol.
With his newly grown hair, he exuded confidence.
Even his wife complimented him, saying he was getting more and more handsome.
Mu Qing, as one of the few women present, and the only adult woman, was already shocked by their drinking style.
Was this drinking?
This was like drinking water.
Mu Qing lightly patted Lin Fan's thigh and whispered, "Drink less. Moderation is key."
She reminded him out of kindness.
The key was… she already knew the future. She would be living with Lin Fan, becoming his legal wife. But drinking like this was too harmful to his health. Even if he didn't care about his own body, he should think about their future children. What if he damaged his genes?
Having children was a matter for two people.
It wasn't that simple.
"Mm, thanks for your concern, wife. I'm still fine, I can still drink a little more," Lin Fan smiled.
He knew his wife cared about him.
He was happy about this concern.
Mu Qing looked at the wine bottles filling the table and recognized the names on the labels. She opened her phone and searched for the prices of these wines.
Soon.
When she learned the prices…
Mu Qing was stunned.
So expensive!
Mu Qing felt that men's daily expenses were higher than women's. The cosmetics she bought could last a long time, but for men, they disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Oh my god.
Mu Qing secretly calculated the cost. As a woman who could manage a household, she had to control the finances. She also regretted linking her bank card to Lin Fan's phone.
Suddenly.
She remembered someone telling her that men's spending habits were terrifying. They didn't know whether something was expensive or not. As long as it went into their stomachs, they thought it was worth it.
But when we put something on our faces, they thought it was a waste.
So, to maintain this family…
She had to limit men's spending.
Mu Qing thought, just tonight's expenses were equivalent to her earnings from those few minutes on stage. The thought was terrifying. Men's spending was too astonishing.
However…
She didn't interfere for now.
She planned to limit his spending after they were truly together.
Go, Mu Qing!
I can definitely become a qualified housewife.
The banquet ended at eleven o'clock.
Lin Fan thought about Xiao Bao and the little girl having school tomorrow and needing to go to bed early. He couldn't forget these things just because he was enjoying the drinking.
At the hotel entrance.
Lin Fan looked at One-Eyed Man and Director Hao. "Don't drive after drinking."
Director Hao draped his arm over One-Eyed Man's shoulder. "Don't worry, we're going to switch venues and keep drinking."
His speech was slurred, and his steps were unsteady. The benefit of their linked arms was that they were less likely to fall, supporting each other.
Li Laifu chimed in, "Take me with you."
Director Hao shook his head, as if trying to see Li Laifu clearly, but his gaze was unfocused. He no longer showed the previous animosity. Instead, he pointed at himself and asked Li Laifu, "Who am I?"
"Senior! You are my most respected senior!" Li Laifu, quite drunk, shouted.
"Good." Director Hao took out his phone, pulled Li Laifu closer, put his arm around his neck, raised the phone high, and framed both of them in the shot. "Say, who am I…"
Passersby, hearing the commotion, looked over curiously.
Then they left, smiling.
Drunkards were so mischievous. Before getting drunk, they were as steady as Mount Tai. Once drunk, Mount Tai started to dance. The world was theirs; they were the kings of the world.
"Senior."
"Louder!"
"Senior."
"Call me Dad."
"Dad."
Lin Fan was filled with question marks.
Were Director Hao and Li Laifu related by blood?
Such a complicated relationship.
"Let's go, follow my lead, we're going to the next round."
The three scoundrels of Yanhai City walked together.
Gradually disappearing into the distance.
Liu Ying went home early, taking advantage of the alcohol to have a go at it. His combat power was definitely explosive, lasting at least thirty minutes longer than usual…
Zhang Hongmin took his daughter home.
Xiao Bao was taken away by the bodyguards.
Mu Qing didn't speak. She didn't know what Lin Fan wanted to do tonight, but she had heard from friends that men were prone to trouble when drunk. What was it they thought about after a satisfying meal and drinks?
It was that kind of thing.
"Wife, let me take you home," Lin Fan said.
"Okay."
Walking down the street.
The lights were bright.
There were still many pedestrians.
The night air was a bit chilly. Mu Qing tightened her clothes. Lin Fan took off his jacket and draped it over Mu Qing's shoulders.
This small gesture moved Mu Qing.
As they spent more time together.
She found Lin Fan to be truly a good person.
Lao Zhang said, "Lin Fan, I'm cold too."
Lin Fan looked down at his clothes. He had already given his jacket to his wife. He then moved closer to Lao Zhang, putting his arm around him and pulling him close.
"Still cold?"
Lao Zhang said, "Not anymore."
Mu Qing blinked, her mind full of question marks. Didn't you say I was your wife? Was it really okay to hug another man in front of your wife?
She knew Lin Fan and Lao Zhang had a very good relationship.
So good that she couldn't imagine it.
At least in her view, the two were always inseparable.
The Evil Chicken knew their bromance was strong and felt a bit melancholic. He once had such a companion, but unfortunately… that companion's entry into the human world wasn't smooth. He was treated as an ordinary duck and stewed.
That scene was vivid in his memory.
A member of the special department brought his child to visit an elderly person.
The elderly person, seeing his grandson had come, insisted on slaughtering a duck to nourish the child.
Because of the presence of the special department member, his companion didn't dare to resist and ultimately met a tragic end.
Thinking about this.
Tears slowly streamed down the Evil Chicken's face.
So fragrant.
The smell of the leftovers was still etched in his memory.
October 2nd!
Morning.
Huatian Hospital.
Li Laifu stumbled back to his office, his head pounding. Without any real drinking prowess, he couldn't compare to One-Eyed Man and Director Hao. He was drunk all night, and even now, he still felt terrible.
He expertly brewed a cup of goji berry tea.
Standing by the window, sipping his tea, his body warmed up a bit.
As if remembering something.
He took out his phone and looked through the records. Maybe there was nothing, but on a drunken night, who could remember what happened? He had completely lost his memory. He didn't even know how he got home, let alone what he did last night.
"Sigh, I shouldn't have drunk so much."
"I'll never get drunk again."
Li Laifu was full of regret. Men were all the same. After drinking themselves unconscious, they would inevitably regret it the next day, and then continue drinking that night. The words they said during the day were completely useless.
Suddenly.
Li Laifu's expression froze, and he exclaimed,
"Holy crap!"
On the record page.
So many transfers.
XX Club transfer 10,000.
XX Club transfer 20,000.
Not the kind of bathhouse he imagined, but the kind…
"Big brother, stop touching, sing a song."
Li Laifu's head exploded. He never went to these places. What happened last night? Why did this happen?
He couldn't accept it.
Then.
Li Laifu's breathing suddenly quickened, his eyes widened, and the hand holding the phone trembled, trembling violently.
Transfer 1,000,000…
Li Laifu couldn't help but roar.
One million!
Who did he transfer this to?
Wait…
Who was this scoundrel?
Could it be… A terrifying thought emerged in his mind.
A message notification vibrated.
He opened it.
It was from an acquaintance.
"Director Li, playing big, huh? Father-son love, so touching I want to cry."
Li Laifu frowned.
Three question marks represented his confusion.
What the hell are you talking about? I don't understand at all.
As a director, he was no longer the former Deputy Director Li. Those who could tease him before could no longer do so, but instead treated him with respect.
But now this guy was a bit too presumptuous.
Li Laifu switched to his Moments (WeChat's version of a newsfeed) and almost spat out a mouthful of blood when he saw the name displayed next to the small profile picture.
"Hao Ren is my dad!!"
Li Laifu patted his head, his headache intensifying. He then clicked on his own Moments and saw a post from around 1 AM last night.
It was a video.
He clicked to play it.
A jarring sound came through.
"Hao Ren is my most beloved dad…"
Click!
Li Laifu quickly closed the video and deleted it without hesitation. He then opened Hao Ren's Moments.
As he expected.
He had indeed posted the video.
Looking at the comments below, many were from mutual friends.
"Congratulations, Director Hao!"
"Congratulations on becoming a dad, Director Hao!"
Seeing these comments, Li Laifu trembled with anger.
And there was a caption.
"My son insisted I post this. Couldn't refuse his heartfelt request, so I had to post it."
Damn you, Hao, you scoundrel.
Li Laifu realized why so many people at the hospital had been giving him strange looks when he arrived. He hadn't noticed anything wrong at first, but now he realized he had been utterly humiliated.
He dialed Hao Ren's number.
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is powered off. Please try again later."
Soon.
Everyone in the hospital heard a deafening roar.
"Hao Ren, I will never forgive you!"