I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2731 - 1697: Appreciated by Both the Refined and the Vulgar

Like the pocket of Doraemon.

Lan Peizhi’s gourd looks small, but its capacity is astonishing, causing even an old drinker like Wu Guangjiang to end up dizzy.

Mr. Jiang couldn’t refuse; it’s his daughter’s drink, could he, as a father, possibly refuse?

Perhaps this is the first time in his life he’s drank his daughter’s wine; even if it truly contains alcohol, he has to close his eyes and swallow.

As for the Martial Saint, considering his age, he became the luckiest man among those present.

Barely finishing two taels, his face red with ears burning, not quite hospital-bound, but he forgot the task Boss Jiang initially assigned him—to pay the bill.

But the daughter over thirty came along, so why would he need to fork out?

"Go tend to your business, don’t worry about us; we’re walking back with Jiang."

Wobbling out of the Peace Hotel, Wu Guangjiang waved his hands and feet, feeling uncomfortable but mentally excited, looked around and found his son absent.

"Where’s Sheng?"

"Here, coming!"

The Martial Saint chased after them after a bathroom trip.

Hmm.

That’s right.

He had just gone to throw up.

This is the trick to drinking.

Puking feels bad for a while, but not puking feels bad constantly.

However, his sister’s wine was too strong; although a bit relieved, the neon lights on the street still doubled before his eyes like they were astigmatic.

"Say goodbye to your sister."

Wu Guangjiang put his arm around his son’s shoulder.

If he were in a normal state, the Martial Saint would surely shake it off without hesitation, but he didn’t do so now.

This is why drinking culture is ever-lasting and so popular.

Alcohol can seal deals that can’t be made, can lead to one-night stands between those not in love, can have the estranged father and son put arms around each other’s shoulders, can turn decay into magic.

"Sis, you go ahead, I’m here!"

With a pat on his chest, the Martial Saint was full of vigor.

Oh, right.

Seems like we’ve missed someone.

What’s Boss Jiang doing?

Oh.

He’s hugging a tree, posing like a sculpture.

"Still walking back, check what Jiang looks like."

With Lan’s mother’s words, everyone simultaneously shifted their gaze.

"It’s nothing, I’m just resting."

Jiang Chen was holding a century-old tree with one hand, waving the other, stomach churning continuously, but at least didn’t make a fool of himself.

"Young people, in good health, no worries, Honghong, you just go."

Wu Guangjiang, full of alcoholic flush, urged his daughter.

Compared to the three strong men, Lan Peizhi epitomized the unfathomable; she didn’t cheat a bit and drank what she should, yet maintained a composed face, still wearing the same expression as when entering the restaurant.

A nanny car drove up.

The driver quickly got out, silently opened the car door.

"Mom, get in."

Lan’s mother was taken aback.

A mere figment of self-indulgence.

Lan Peizhi never intended to deal with a few drunkards, she merely wanted to take Lan’s mother away.

"Well..."

Lan’s mother looked at her husband, son, and the tree-hugging someone, hesitating.

"You go."

Wu Guangjiang, coming to his senses, immediately waved his hand; dizzy but still sane, urging his wife to leave with their daughter.

Whether the daughter cares about him isn’t important.

As long as she still recognizes the mother, with the wife as connection, they will always be a family!

"What about you guys..."

Lan’s mother was concerned.

"Mom, no worries, I’ve got this!"

The Martial Saint mumbled with machismo; having just puked, adding he drank the least, he should be the most sober among the men.

Knowing the rare chance of being with the daughter, Lan’s mother silently nodded after all, followed the daughter to the nanny car; when getting on, she looked back.

"Bang."

The car door closed.

Without a word, the nanny car drove away, leaving a few drunkards by the roadside.

"Ugh—"

After the daughter left, Wu Guangjiang stopped pretending, put his right arm over his son’s shoulder, while clutching his stomach with the left.

"Dang it. Wu Guangjiang, don’t puke on me!"

The Martial Saint quickly dodged.

Feeling unsupported, Wu Guangjiang bent over, forehead bulging veins, temples protruding, "Your sister’s wine really is powerful, how can she handle it, being a young lady?"

"You’re just weak! If you can’t drink, just say so, dragging Brother Jiang Chen and me with you!"

"Why didn’t you say so?"

"You’re the eldest!"

Wu Guangjiang grinned, panting heavily, yet laughing, "If you manage your sister, I’ll call you Dad."

The Martial Saint didn’t say a word, sharply raised a middle finger.

Why was he so "rebellious"?

There was definitely a reason.

"Brother, can you hold up?"

The Martial Saint walked towards someone.

That someone made an okay gesture, still keeping the cool stance holding the tree, saying, "I’m easing up."

The Martial Saint understandingly nodded, deeply exhaling, looked towards the direction of the nanny car departing.

"It’s truly not easy having a birthday."

Fighting against alcohol, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but cough, almost vomiting.

This guy.

Talking as if he was handling so much pressure.

"Bro."

The Martial Saint suddenly lowered his voice, sneakily glancing at his dad Wu Guangjiang nearby.

Wu Guangjiang was clutching his stomach, bending over, not caring about their side, guessing his stomach was also churning immensely.

"I just called Sister Shurui in the bathroom, told her my parents came to the East Sea for my birthday, and you invited them to dinner, so you don’t need to worry about Sister Shurui’s side."

How worldly-wise.

Knowing Brother Jiang Chen suffered greatly to celebrate his birthday.

Taking a rest, Jiang Chen stood straight, letting go of the tree, "Your mom went with your sister, tonight, keep your dad company."

The Martial Saint instinctively wanted to refuse but moved his lips, eventually saying, "He doesn’t need my company. He’s sure more comfortable alone."