Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him-Chapter 665: A Grudge Over a Stolen Wife, Irreconcilable Differences

Chapter 665: Chapter 665: A Grudge Over a Stolen Wife, Irreconcilable Differences

That man was Guan Jingtan’s ardent pursuer, the son of a real estate tycoon.

When he heard Guan Jingtan was getting married, he drowned himself in alcohol for three days and nights, almost drinking himself to death. At this moment, he stared at Shen Xuanzhi with a face full of resentment.

A grudge for stealing one’s wife—the hatred is irreconcilable!

"We’ll compete in drinking! These empty cups will be filled randomly with liquor or water, and we’ll pick one to drink. Keep drinking until someone drops to their knees and begs for mercy. This isn’t bullying, is it?" He looked at Shen Xuanzhi with a composed face and spoke with determination.

Wedding night?

Dream on.

He was determined to drink this poor boy under the table.

Make him miss his wedding night.

"Liang Qin, don’t you dare drink him into oblivion. This man is a council member of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association; his hands are meant for holding needles, not wine glasses," the onlookers laughed, their eyes filled with disdain for Shen Xuanzhi.

"Why not admit defeat first? A man shedding his clothes isn’t disgraceful! Xiang Ze once streaked naked in front of everyone at the acupuncture conference."

"Indeed, making a mess while drunk would be even more humiliating! If your health were harmed and it affected your... functions, how would Miss Guan ever be happy?"

Their pretended persuasion was actually fanning the flames.

If Shen Xuanzhi truly admitted defeat here, he’d never be able to hold his head up while aiding Guan Jingtan in managing the Guan Family.

And Guan Jingtan herself would be looked down upon.

This was about preserving the honor of the entire Guan Family, and many were already eyeing them with hostility.

"What do you say? Dare to compete? For Miss Guan, I’m willing to stake my life. Are you?" Liang Qin raised an eyebrow and stared at Shen Xuanzhi arrogantly.

Everyone was waiting for Shen Xuanzhi’s answer.

Including Huo Sijiao.

She didn’t move, just stood there watching him from afar.

Shen Xuanzhi’s gaze met hers, and it was as though he had been burned.

He pressed his lips together and spoke, "I’ll compete with you."

"Good! No wonder Miss Guan chose you."

"Come on, guys, pour the drinks! To keep things fair, you get to choose first!" Liang Qin’s eyes gleamed with a sinister intent; he was determined not to let this poor boy have it easy.

Shen Xuanzhi stepped forward, picked up a cup, and drank.

His face was unchanged, and no one could tell whether he was drinking liquor or water.

Liang Qin gritted his teeth and kept swallowing cup after cup.

"Your turn."

One cup for each, alternating turns.

Neither backed down nor stopped.

The surrounding crowd was enjoying the spectacle, their cheers growing louder and louder. Most were rooting for Liang Qin, who was bubbling with excitement, staring at Shen Xuanzhi’s flushed face and saying, "You can bow out and plead anytime. For Miss Guan’s sake, I won’t make things too difficult for you."

Shen Xuanzhi took another cup and downed its contents—pure, throat-burning liquor—with a cold, dark gaze and said, "No need."

"You said it yourself, so I won’t hold back. Keep pouring! Fill them up! Aren’t you guys paying attention to the empty cups on the table?"

The liquor and water in the bottles looked identical. The person in charge of pouring exchanged a furtive glance with Liang Qin and prepared to fill the cups.

Huo Sijiao’s intuition told her something was amiss; she saw it clearly.

Though Liang Qin appeared to be drinking liquor, he seemed unaffected.

Could it be an act?

She couldn’t help but speak up, "The ones pouring the drinks are all your close buddies; isn’t that a bit unfair? How about letting me, an outsider, pour instead?"

She couldn’t hold back anymore.

Watching him, someone who didn’t like drinking, risk everything on his wedding night for another woman.

Her sister-in-law had once said that those studying medicine shouldn’t drink heavily; while small amounts could be healthful, excessive drinking would make the hands unstable, rendering them incapable of holding needles.

Think of it as earning herself some good karma.

Huo Sijiao squeezed into the crowd. "I’ll pour the drinks. You all turn around and cover your ears. No peeking or listening—that’s the only way to ensure fairness. What do you think, Young Master Liang?"

Liang Qin hesitated briefly, but with so many eyes on him, he could only nod. "Fine! I trust the eldest Miss of the Huo Family to act impartially! Then I’ll trouble you to pour the drinks."

"It’s no trouble."

Huo Sijiao picked up the bottles of liquor, sniffing carefully. She quickly detected the scent of alcohol in all of them.

It seemed Liang Qin had indeed made careful arrangements. Upon sniffing closer, however, one bottle smelled faintly of water—it was likely coated at the neck with liquor for disguise.

Her bright eyes glimmered as she casually poured a row of shots from the liquor-filled bottle.

Betting on luck—there’s no way Shen Xuanzhi would win.

He was always unlucky, anything he tried ended in failure. Might as well depend on sheer grit to drink his way through.

"Hey, what are you..." The young man who had been pouring before couldn’t help but protest upon witnessing her method.

Huo Sijiao turned to him, "Is there a problem? Betting on luck means being random, right? Now that the task of pouring drinks is in my hands, I get to do it my way. I’m also part of their luck equation. Running into me... well, tough luck for them."

She grinned, her sly thoughts swirling with malevolence.

Then she clapped both Shen Xuanzhi and Liang Qin on their shoulders. "Alright, carry on drinking, you two."

Liang Qin couldn’t stop expressing gratitude and compliments toward Huo Sijiao.

"Young Master Liang, he chose first last round. This time it’s your turn to start," she said with a raised eyebrow.

Liang Qin laughed heartily. "Then I shall oblige."

He picked up a cup, took a sip—it was liquor—and frowned as he finished.

Shen Xuanzhi’s gaze dropped, falling on the hem of Huo Sijiao’s dress. In front of so many people, he couldn’t reveal his true thoughts.

But as the alcohol seeped into his system, the feelings he had been suppressing began to ignite, fueled by the liquor’s fire.

How he wished... the one standing beside him had been her all this time.

He grabbed a cup and drank. The liquor burned as it went down.

Scorching.

Even his throat seemed to sting.

"Your turn, Young Master Liang," Huo Sijiao reminded with a raised eyebrow.

Liang Qin picked up another cup—it was liquor once again.

"Your move, Young Master Shen."

"Young Master Liang, go ahead."

Another cup—still liquor.

Liquor...

"Young Master Liang..."

Liquor again!

Liang Qin was on the verge of questioning reality.

Seven or eight consecutive cups—all liquor. He stared at the young man who had been pouring earlier, only to see him helplessly shrug.

Before long, Liang Qin’s cheeks turned bright red.

Each cup held about two ounces. After so much liquor, his stomach felt unbearable.

Shen Xuanzhi was also barely holding on. His pale face flushed, yet his eyes remained dazzlingly sharp.

Dark and slightly moist, they seemed able to pierce through one’s soul.

"Keep going!"

"Drink!"

"Poor boy, are you about to admit defeat? Better do it now while you still can!" Liang Qin grew increasingly insolent.

Shen Xuanzhi said nothing as he downed another cup.

Liang Qin could only follow suit!

He had been drinking heavily for three straight days after heartbreak; his stomach wasn’t in good shape. Under normal circumstances, he’d have easily drunk this poor boy under the table.

One cup each.

One cup after another, Huo Sijiao poured only liquor, never water.

She wanted to see how long the two could hold out.

Who would have thought Shen Xuanzhi could drink this much? Even now, he hadn’t confessed defeat.

Did he really love Guan Jingtan that much?

Or was it just sheer stubbornness?