novelraw Chapter 441: The Person I Love Is You (8)
Chapter 441: The Person I Love Is You (8)
Qiao Mo’s face looked a bit grim at this moment, unwilling to stay any longer, she got up to leave.But Sun Yuhao wasn’t ready to give up, blocking her path, and shoved another glass of wine into Qiao Mo’s hand, sneering, "Got quite the temper, huh? I advise you not to be shameless! What do you think this place is? I’m telling you, whether you drink this glass or not, you’re drinking it today!"
Qiao Mo tried to bypass him, but he blocked the door.
"Move." Qiao Mo’s expression grew darker.
"Oh, what if I don’t?" Sun Yuhao sneered, becoming increasingly intrigued by Qiao Mo’s cold yet bright and alluring face.
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes, after a few seconds she spoke again, "If I drink this, can I leave then?"
"Of course."
Qiao Mo let out a slight breath, downing the foreign wine in one gulp.
The spicy liquid spread through her throat, scorching her stomach painfully, like a fire, instantly spreading a flush across her petite face, almost dripping with allure.
With one glass down, the atmosphere in the room seemed to ease a little, many people began to clap and cheer.
Fu Nancheng’s gaze deepened with a hint of menace.
This woman, would rather endure humiliation in silence than speak to him!
She knew perfectly well that as long as she admitted to being Fu Nancheng’s woman, no one in this room would dare to trouble her in the slightest!
With the glass down, Qiao Mo placed it back on the coffee table, looking at the man in front of her, she said, "Can I leave now?"
But Sun Yuhao clearly didn’t intend to let her go easily, after all, she had just bruised his ego, he had to regain his standing somehow.
"One glass isn’t enough, the last one was for fun, but you spilled wine all over me, drink another to make up for it before you go."
Qiao Mo’s face darkened a bit, as she realized the words coming from this frivolous man’s mouth were as worthless as a fart.
"I don’t want to drink anymore," Qiao Mo frowned as she spoke.
"Sister, do you know how much this outfit costs? You made it look like this, how can you leave without wiping it dry for me?" The man’s tone carried a hint of malice.
Sure enough, as he spoke, the room erupted in cheers.
Qiao Mo examined the clothes on him: a light gray suit, checked shirt, all good quality and craftsmanship, clearly expensive.
And now, the shirt was clinging wetly to him, the brownish-yellow liquid spattered everywhere, not so much on the blazer but there was a large wet patch on the upper leg of the trousers.
What made Qiao Mo feel even more disgusted was that the man seemed to have already reacted, causing her to instinctively step back two steps, with a hint of caution in her eyes.
Sun Yuhao stepped forward two more steps, eyes scrutinizing, "Either you wipe the trousers dry for me, or drink this glass as an apology."
The foreign wine filled the glass to within a centimeter of the rim, clearly malevolent.
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes, "How much are the clothes? I’ll compensate you."
"Not too expensive, the whole set’s twenty-three thousand," the man chuckled lightly.
"Fine, give me your account number, I’ll transfer it to you later."
The price of twenty-three thousand certainly wasn’t low, but she could afford it now.
"Oh, that won’t do, who knows if you’ll just run off later? If you default on the payment, where would I find you?" Sun Yuhao sneered, then continued, "Either settle it with money now, dry it off for me, or just drink this glass."