Return of the King, Dominating the City
Chapter 36 - 36 35 Innocence Again Befallen

36: Chapter 35 Innocence Again Befallen 36: Chapter 35 Innocence Again Befallen “Thud, thud, thud,” Brother Five knocked on the door, carrying in a large pot which immediately filled the room with a delicious aroma, overpowering the entire house.

Brother Five bowed slightly and left, not forgetting to leave behind a few bottles of liquor.

“Ahem, ahem, before we eat, let me introduce everyone.

This is Xie Xing, he’s into some underground dealings.

This beauty here is Li Shishi, a genius and CEO, and over here, always with a silly smile, is Li Tang, a deceitful Taoist.

And the fast-talking financial wizard, Zhao Yan, can only be described as an economist,” Song Yun chuckled.

Li Shishi, true to her enduring reputation in the business world, quickly warmed up to the others and soon everyone was lively and chatter filled the air.

“Song Yun, I admit I can’t beat you in a fight, but drinking?

Hahaha, today either you lie down or you’re not leaving,” Xie Xing said as he picked up a bottle of Baijiu and slightly twisted the cap off, the fragrance of alcohol immediately hit them.

Song Yun picked up the bottle, smelled it, and laughed heartily.

“Are you dumb?

This liquor has been stored for many years.

Most of the alcohol has probably evaporated, leaving only the original scent of the liquor.

You think you can get me drunk with this?

Humph, no way.”

As Xie Xing listened seriously, he couldn’t help but laugh and lifted the tablecloth to reveal stacks of beer and several bottles of foreign alcohol hidden underneath.

Song Yun, alarmed, clutched his chest.

“You’re not thinking of taking advantage when I’m drunk, are you?”

Song Yun’s words shocked everyone.

Xie Xing nearly spat blood, “Cough, cough, damn it, you jerk.

Hanging out with you will be the death of me one day!”

He rubbed his head, smiling cheekily.

“Don’t speak so highly of me; I might just get worse.” Xie Xing was utterly defeated in this battle.

Li Shishi had barely touched alcohol her entire life, so the sight of all that booze made her feel dizzy.

Song Yun and Li Shishi, high in spirits, missed Ye Mei’s expression; otherwise, they would have gotten her a drink.

But since their childhood, the two were always at odds—one trying to best the other and one trying to maintain his dominant position by trampling the other—so they ignored everyone else.

“Humph, no need for more words, if you want to beat me, keep dreaming,” said Song Yun as he poured two shots, gulping one himself and handing the other to Xie Xing.

Xie Xing, taking the glass, did not hesitate, drank it down heartily.

Their pace of drinking shocked Li Shishi; the dishes hadn’t even been touched and already a bottle of Baijiu was down.

The two main players were now red-eyed and neither was willing to concede; beers from under the table were being taken out bunch by bunch, clinking and clanking, while Li Shishi played the role of a little greedy cat, continuously reaching for the hotpot with her chopsticks.

“Uh, this hotpot is really delicious, and the side dishes are amazing too,” said Li Shishi, a food lover who never gains weight, indisputably seduced by the delicious food.

Nearby, Li Tang and Zhao Yan soon lost their calm as Song Yun and Xie Xing turned their attention on them.

They reluctantly joined the fray.

Later, even Li Shishi, who had been focused on the hotpot, was pulled into the drinking.

She sipped from her glass, her face contorting, “Ptooey, ptooey, this liquor tastes awful.”

While Song Yun and Xie Xing were contending with alcohol consumption, Li Shishi wasn’t idle either, clinking glasses now and then with Li Tang and the others, gradually getting used to the taste of beer.

“This beer tastes different from the one we had earlier.

Could it be a different brand?” a tipsy Li Shishi asked, tilting her head.

Taking advantage of Li Shishi’s confusion, Xie Xing put his cup down and snuck a bite of the dish, “No, no, no.

This is original brew.

The beer outside has been fermented, of course, it can’t match the taste of the original brew.”

Song Yun was opportunistic, quickly grabbing food with his chopsticks and stuffing half the pot of ingredients into his stomach while Xie Xing was distracted, thoroughly enjoying himself.

But as he was relishing the food, Xie Xing grabbed him again and the two began another round of combat.

By the end of the meal, Song Yun looking over his shoulder at Li Shishi lazily sprawled out, sighed helplessly, “If you can’t handle your drink, don’t drink so much.

If you get drunk, I’ll have to carry you home.”

Li Shishi mumbled and slapped his face, “What?

Giving you the honor of carrying me home, and you complain?

If you won’t, I have plenty of others who will.

Just watch me call someone now.”

Song Yun, tearfully, looked at the drunken Li Shishi, “Madam, you’re holding your phone upside down.”

Li Shishi paused and then realized, “Oh right, oh, sorry hehe.”

Li Shishi giggled sweetly, and Song Yun snatched the phone from her hands and threw it into her bag.

She was too drunk to notice, but her rosy cheeks sent his heart racing, especially as she leaned on him, her fragrance enveloping him, her soft curves pressing against him—Song Yun shamelessly got excited.

“It’s all your fault for bringing so much alcohol, now I have to deal with it,” Song Yun glared at Xie Xing, who pretended to be drunk.

Xie Xing flipped his hair back, showing no signs of his earlier drunkenness, “You don’t understand, this is called ‘benefits.’ Not like the time you egged me on to watch the sisters shower.

Here’s to an untraceable spring night.”

As Xie Xing was about to say more, he saw that Song Yun’s hand had already struck his neck, and everything went dark for him.

Carrying the beauty, with his mind running wild, Song Yun bid farewell to the two other beasts grinning at him and, taking the opportunity, also snatched their credit cards, then hailed a cab back to the courtyard house.

Once home, the little rascal, Li Shishi, became restless on his back, wriggling and occasionally brushing against his hand with her perky buttocks, which somewhat inflamed him.

What Xie Xing had mentioned, Song Yun did consider.

Although the two had shared a drunken night of intimacy previously—resulting in years of resentment from Li Shishi, and if not for a coincidental kidnapping event, she probably would have sneaked into his room to stab him—so, discussing such indecent matters should wait until they were both sober.

Reflecting on his decision later, Song Yun felt it was incredibly wise.

As the sun rose the next day, a loud scream came from Li Shishi’s room.

Song Yun, who was outside doing push-ups, rushed in immediately.

“Song Yun, see what you’ve done!” Li Shishi burst from the bed and grabbed him, shaking him vigorously.

“What did I do?

Oh, it’s just a trifle, not worth mentioning,” Song Yun waved dismissively, not considering it a matter to be taken seriously.

Li Shishi, pointing to a puddle of red on the bed and flipping his quilt, scolded, “My innocence has been ruined by you again!”