Calmly, Han Yanyan stepped forward and raised the first glass. “Minister Liu, I humbly apologize to you. You are a broad-minded man, and I hope you’ll take it easy on me.”

When she picked up the cup, Yao Chen frowned. She didn’t look at him, but tilted her head and drank the entire glass. She felt fire run down her throat, enter her belly, and rise up to her brain.

Come, let’s gamble!

Her hand shaking a little, Han Yanyan raised the second glass and gulped it down as well. This time, she had to cover her mouth so as to not throw it back up.

She had written about men and women for a very long time! She knew all the little tricks and routines!

Her eyes were starting to see double. Her body shaking, she barely lifted the third glass.

She was betting that she would wake up in Yao Chen’s bed tomorrow morning, whether she be fully dressed or naked!

Han Yanyan lost consciousness and fell in the direction of Fatty Liu. Grinning broadly, Fatty Liu opened his arms to catch her.

Yao Chen had risen as early as when she had begun swaying unsteadily on her feet. Reaching out deftly, he caught her in his embrace, allowing Fatty Liu to catch empty air. Fatty Liu, his two ham-like paws outstretched, was too embarrassed to simply retract them. Instead he attempted to change the action to rubbing his hands on his thighs.

“She’s young and has no alcohol tolerance. I hope you’ll understand.” Hefting Han Yanyan, Yao Chen told Minister Liu, “Please take your time drinking while I settle her down.”

Minister Liu watched Yao Chen leave carrying that beautiful girl, and clucked his tongue. “How convenient for him.”

Wasn’t getting women drunk just so men could do whatever they wanted with them? That boy Yao Chen was now off to have sex worth a thousand dollars!

Tch!

Minister Liu had wronged Yao Chen. It couldn’t be helped. There was a vast difference in looks between the two.

In his younger years, Yao Chen had been a handsome, cruel, sharp-toothed young wolf. From girls of sixteen to ripe women of forty, there was no woman he couldn’t have. He was picky about them.

It had always been women who begged him for sex. Yao Chen had committed a lot of sins in his life, but he had never forced himself on a woman or roofied one, simply because… the opportunity had never come by.

Han Yanyan was completely unconscious, dead weight in Yao Chen’s arms as he carried her out of the room. Feeling like his current hold was rather inconvenient, Yao Chen bent down, grabbed her legs, and hefted her up in a bridal carry.

The supervisor greeted him outside. Looking at Han Yanyan in Yao Chen’s arms, he said nervously, “Mr. Yao…”

“None of your business,” Yao Chen said. “Have someone unlock the upstairs suite for me.”

The supervisor shrank back into himself and watched as Yao Chen carried Han Yanyan into the elevator.

When the elevator arrived, Yao Chen carried her into the room. He bent down, placed her on the bed, and followed. Bracing himself over her, he looked down at Han Yanyan.

She normally looked mild-mannered, studious and meek, but at the moment she was lying on the bed, her cheeks tinged with an abnormal flush, a beauty that made a man rather want to commit a crime.

He remembered the look she had given him before picking up a glass, those dark eyes, that seeming enlightenment within the calm gaze. He didn’t know if he was mistaken, but he fancied that there had been a trace of mockery in those eyes.

Mistaken or not, when he thought about that moment, Yao Chen felt himself getting hard.

He had always thought she was beautiful, but until that moment, he had never thought her to be truly attractive.

Holding her by the chin, Yao Chen tilted her face toward him, examining it. He had often taken advantage of a man’s weaknesses, but he hadn’t yet done anything to take advantage of a woman’s. But he felt it wasn’t impossible to set a precedent.

That was how low his moral bottom line was.

All of a sudden, Han Yanyan opened her eyes.

Her ink-dark eyes were covered with a misty, gleaming layer of tears. In a daze, she looked at Yao Chen and said, “… Ding Yao?”

Then she reached out to grab him by the throat!

The next day Han Yanyan woke up with a splitting headache. She groaned and turned to find a hot, strong body behind her.

Instantly, her memory returned. The events of the previous night came vividly to mind. Holding her head, she opened his eyes to see her bare arms. She could feel the sheets against her bare skin, and her body was covered in hickeys.

What was this? Had she lost the bet?