My Perfect Female CEO
Chapter 252 - 249: Drink You to Death

Chapter 252: Chapter 249: Drink You to Death

"Unemployed? How could that be?" Zhao Minghui couldn’t believe it. He laughed warmly and said, "I’m seeing Brother Ye arriving in a car with the beautiful Miss Ye. If he’s unemployed, how could he afford such a car?"

His way of addressing Ye Fan was very friendly, and he kept calling Ye Juanjuan "the great beauty Ye."

Ye Fan didn’t mind such a form of address, and even if Ye Juanjuan was somewhat displeased, she didn’t show it. Ye Fan attended this boring gathering purely to accompany his sister, and he wasn’t bothered about anything else; as long as his sister was fine, that was enough.

Only Zhao Minghui and He Yulian were aware of that luxury car. Others didn’t know and weren’t very interested. In their thinking, even if Ye Fan drove a car, what did that imply? You could get a car for several tens of thousands of yuan; it wasn’t a big deal. But if they knew that the car’s price matched Zhao Minghui’s net worth, they’d be blown away.

"The car belongs to someone else," Ye Fan said truthfully.

He Yulian wanted to ensure Ye Fan was being honest, so she looked at Ye Juanjuan and said, "Is the car really someone else’s?"

"It’s someone else’s," Ye Juanjuan responded briskly.

"That’s straightforward. Driving someone else’s car without hiding it, and so candidly saying it out loud—if you ask me, he sure is putting on airs with borrowed might, flaunting with another’s car. Just as I guessed, he’s nothing more than a driver; a servant for the rich." Zhao Minghui thought to himself, forming his own judgment on Ye Fan.

With this notion, his disdain for Ye Fan was obvious—just a driver servant, nothing worth respecting.

He Yulian felt uncertain, "This doesn’t seem right. If the car isn’t really Ye Fan’s, why wouldn’t Ye Juanjuan at least cover for her boyfriend? Why wouldn’t she care about her boyfriend’s reputation and just be honest?"

"Getting off topic here, weren’t we supposed to drink?" Zhao Minghui decided to first get Ye Fan drunk.

After pouring the drinks, Zhao Minghui amicably said, "Come on, let’s all have a toast to our classmates’ friendship."

"Sure." Everyone raised their glasses and drank together—men drinking white wine, women sipping red wine.

"Brother, I toast to you." A chubby man raised his glass to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan glanced at the six or seven guys present; their intent was obvious—they planned to toast him in turns. Looking at the glass that could hold a tael of liquor, he mused quietly, "A few clueless guys trying to get me drunk. I’m afraid they’re not up to it—I drink vodka like it’s water, this little bit of liquor won’t affect me."

"What? Brother, looking down on me?" The chubby man saw Ye Fan pondering and laughed.

"How could I? It seems you guys plan to get me drunk, why don’t we cut to the chase and switch to bigger glasses? I’ll drink one glass and you each drink one glass; we can go one by one in a drinking challenge. How about it?" Ye Fan silently challenged.

The opponent sought trouble, so Ye Fan naturally retaliated, and would tidy them up one by one, making them give up.

"Brother, straightforward." The chubby man grinned maliciously, thinking to himself, "Damn it, you want to die, then I’ll fulfill your wish. Everyone knows I’m the best drinker; in front of me, trying to act tough, I’ll surely drink you to death."

Two large glasses were laid out, a single bottle was poured into two glasses.

With concern, Ye Juanjuan pinched Ye Fan and whispered, "Stop drinking; I’ll just say you’re preparing to conceive, these guys should have enough humanity not to force you to drink."

"Watch how your brother deals with these insincere guys, don’t worry." Ye Fan casually reassured.

Others couldn’t hear their conversation, but He Yulian, closer to Ye Juanjuan, heard her words and thought to herself, "Preparing to conceive? Who knows if it’s an excuse or if they’re really planning to have a child?"

"Let’s go," the chubby man laughed provocatively, pointing at the glass.

Ye Fan casually picked up a glass and clinked it with the chubby man.

Ye Fan drank it like water, two sips and half a jin of alcohol was down.

The chubby man steeled himself and finished a glass.

Right away, the second glass was swiftly downed by Ye Fan.

The chubby man was pushed to his limits, unable to give up his pride, and forced to chug it down.

After the third glass, Ye Fan seemed undisturbed, whereas the chubby man’s face flushed and his body wobbled.

In less than half a minute, three-quarters of a liter was consumed.

The chubby man’s strong drinking couldn’t match Ye Fan’s—it was embarrassingly weak. Normally able to handle two pounds without a problem, now he faced big trouble, teetering and dizzy, unable to sit steadily.

"Are you okay?" Someone nearby showed concern and asked.

The chubby man shook his head and bit his tongue confidently, "I’m fine."

"Can you still drink?" Ye Fan provocatively pointed to the glass, returning the previous challenge gesture.

"Are you kidding? I can’t drink? No way." The chubby man replied.

After the fourth glass clink, Ye Fan drank it in one go.

The chubby man’s vision blurred, but at this stage, he could only drink forcefully—even if he couldn’t endure, he couldn’t let Ye Fan look down on him. Moreover, if he fell, Zhao Minghui and others would certainly look down on him.

The chubby man believed Ye Fan must be nearing his limit, so he definitely couldn’t falter at this crucial moment. He could only think; he saw two or maybe three Ye Fans in front of him, failing to see Ye Fan clearly.

The chubby man half-drank the cup, the alcohol cascading into his belly like the final straw crushing the camel, and as his hand relaxed, the cup toppled onto the table, his body falling backward, eyes blurred, closing shut like a man exhausted beyond measure suddenly losing all power.

"Hey, hey, hey, are you okay? What’s happened to you? So quickly drunk?" A clueless guy beside the chubby man was stunned, trying to support him, but couldn’t; the chubby man was like soft mud falling to the floor, head hitting the ground with a thud.

The guy attempting to support the chubby man only grasped his arm, lacking the strength to hold him up.

"This?" The crowd looked at this scene, glancing at the state of the chubby man and then at Ye Fan—how curious they were. Their top drinker had fallen so fast.

He Yulian blinked hard, trying to ensure Ye Fan truly was unharmed; indeed, Ye Fan hadn’t even gasped once, his face not flushed, as if the liquor were thrown into a toilet rather than into his belly—Ye Fan showed no sign of drunkenness at all.

"Embarrassing." Zhao Minghui and several men felt their faces burning with shame.