Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 303 - 175 Revenge from the Queen_3

Chapter 303: Chapter 175 Revenge from the Queen_3

Perhaps influenced by the boisterous atmosphere of the women, Jiang Shouzhong simply let loose as well.

He picked up the jar of wine and gulped down two mouthfuls, ruthlessly downing the strong and rich liquor. Jiang Shouzhong wiped his lips with his sleeve, and chuckled, "Aren’t you afraid of getting drunk and being taken advantage of by me?"

"If you have the skill to get me drunk, it’s your ability."

Luo Wanqing’s lips curved into a provocative smile, she lightly lifted her finger, pointing to the tavern behind her, and said with a smile, "How about we make a bet to see who can drink more?"

"Forget it, just by you saying that I already admit defeat."

Jiang Shouzhong was very aware of the appropriate conduct.

"Tch, what a scaredy-cat."

Luo Wanqing threw her head back and took a few swigs of the strong liquor, then said with a laugh, "You should cherish this moment. The others in your life will never have the privilege to drink with me, and after you die, your family and all their descendants will take pride in you."

Jiang Shouzhong chuckled.

Luo Wanqing sighed, "What a pity, there’s actually someone I wanted to drink with the most, but I’ll never have the chance. Life is so unpredictable; we always think we will live forever, that there will always be another opportunity to meet."

Jiang Shouzhong was silent for a moment, empathetically nodding, "That’s right, indeed it is."

He thought of Sister Ye.

He believed that even without Hong’er, he would continue to live with Sister Ye, but then... the accident came without any warning.

He didn’t even leave any parting words.

With this thought, Jiang Shouzhong sighed and started gulping down the wine from the jar, not caring that it spilled over his clothes.

Soon, the two of them had finished one jar.

Before Luo Wanqing could go get another, Jiang Shouzhong had already taken the lead and brought two more jars out from the store.

"You’re not really planning to get me drunk, are you?"

Luo Wanqing’s smile carried a profound meaning.

Jiang Shouzhong wiped off the sealing mud and said, "I plan to get myself drunk, so you’ll have the chance to take advantage of me."

"Alright, it’s a deal."

Luo Wanqing burst out laughing and lifted her own jar to drink.

Her long, black hair fluttered like a cascading waterfall, with the tips tracing an arc as if they were the agile stroke of ink in a landscape painting.

The woman in this moment was indescribably bold and unrestrained.

Within Jiang Shouzhong’s gaze, the wine flowed down from the woman’s red lips, trailing down her smooth, jade-like cheeks, like a fine thread stringing pearls together as they quietly disappeared beneath her collar.

Leaving behind faint wet traces, like morning dew on flower petals, added an even more enchanting charm.

Under the night sky, two crescent moons, their lines exquisitely beautiful.

Jiang Shouzhong suddenly thought, a woman of such breathtaking nobility, who knows which lucky bastard will have the chance to kiss her.

Then, the man shook his head and chuckled.

It had nothing to do with him, nor was he interested.

With Miaomiao, Xia He... and if Qiuye was willing, that was enough.

The two of them didn’t know how many jars they had drunk, but in the end, it was Jiang Shouzhong who fell first. Fortunately, the man didn’t have a habit of sleep-talking when drunk, he simply fell into a deep sleep.

Luo Wanqing quietly continued to drink.

Until the sky was about to lighten, she grabbed the man with one hand.

Just as she was about to take Jiang Shouzhong to the inn where Er Liang was staying, she suddenly noticed that some of the disguise on the man’s face had peeled away, obviously rubbed off earlier while drinking.

Luo Wanqing reached out wanting to peel it off, but hesitated for a moment and ultimately didn’t tear it off.

But Jiang Shouzhong, somehow, perhaps feeling uncomfortable, scratched his own cheek, carelessly tearing off the disguise from his face—revealing his handsome cheek.

"You brat, quite the looker," Luo Wanqing commented softly with a glint in her eyes.

However, in the next moment, she froze.

Studying Jiang Shouzhong’s face carefully, her expression gradually filled with shock, followed by a frosty chill.

——

When Jiang Shouzhong awoke, his head was pounding as if a thousand-pound hammer was repeatedly striking inside his skull.

He tried to rub his temples to alleviate the pain but found he couldn’t move his fingers at all.

As his consciousness gradually sharpened, a chill from all directions encroached upon him, as if he were in an ice cellar, the cold penetrating his skin right down to his marrow, making Jiang Shouzhong shiver uncontrollably.

Jiang Shouzhong attempted to get up, but to his horror, he discovered his body was firmly fixed in place, incapable of the slightest movement.

Only then did he suddenly realize, he was completely naked.

His body was spread out in a standard "big" character shape, with limbs stretched outwards, tightly bound to a circular wooden board.

What was going on?

Jiang Shouzhong was dazed, his thoughts in disarray.

"Awake?"

In the dark room, the woman took a red-hot pair of tongs from the charcoal fire, blew on it gently, and sparks scattered around.

In her golden dress, she now appeared inexplicably eerie.

"Xie, what are you doing?" Jiang Shouzhong looked pale, a vague fear rising in his heart.

He didn’t believe that she was joking.

The man tried hard to recall the events of the previous night, drinking with her, then he passed out...

Jiang Shouzhong’s heart sank.

Could it be that something happened between them while they were drunk?

Luo Wanqing’s smile was radiant as she softly said, "I’ve recently learned a new dish, called ’Exploding Grilled Bulls’ Pizzle,’ want to try it? It’s on the house."