Back when Li Ye had been a corporate workhorse in his previous life, he had once followed his boss to a drinking banquet, where he met a very formidable woman.
That woman was exceptionally skilled at makeup, making it impossible to tell her exact age.
Her alcohol tolerance was equally impressive, leaving no one able to gauge her true limits.
Her emotional intelligence was also extraordinarily high, making her joy and anger impossible to read.
Once the banquet began, she used only a short string of moves to nearly wipe out Li Ye's entire side.
First move: She drank with tremendous swagger from the outset, casually declaring, "I'll empty mine; you drink as you please."
Second move: Halfway through, she began to admit defeat. "I can't hold my liquor. I drank too fast and got carried away. Take it easy on me, okay?"
Third move: She trembled like a flower in the wind, threw herself back in laughter, hooked arms around necks and brushed against thighs—half-drunk, half-awake, with soft whimpers as her ultimate killing move.
In any case, after that three-hit combo, Li Ye's colleagues—who swaggered around all day calling themselves demon slayers—were all brought down by that one woman. Only two people survived unscathed.
One was Li Ye, who claimed he had taken cephalosporin and could not drink, willingly serving as everyone's driver. The other was Li Ye's boss, who drank a bottle of 53-proof liquor and seemed drunk yet not drunk, smiling yet not smiling, unfathomably profound.
If you said he was drunk, then no matter what tricks that female PR officer used, she could not get him to say a single meaningful word.
If you said he was not drunk, his two paws seemed to move about unconsciously, launching all manner of unspeakable defensive counterattacks.
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