With the silver Gu had given her, Shen Tang had brought out a little of every kind of wine. The instant the Word Spirit took effect, the strong, heady aroma barreled around the private room, rousing the wine lover in Mr. Gu. Forgetting whatever else he had planned, he poured himself a cup at once.
Though Mr. Gu looked so sickly that he might drop dead at any moment, he was a hopeless wine addict with a serious thirst.
"Excellent wine!"
He drained the cup and offered his praise without reserve.
After drinking, a flush spread across his pallid, sickly face, and he looked much more vigorous than before. But even someone who knew nothing about medicine could tell this wasn't good. A sick person should be resting and recuperating, not guzzling wine. Shen Tang's disapproval was written all over her face.
Mr. Gu divided his attention between two things.
Even as he drank, he kept an eye on Shen Tang.
He caught the brief flash of worry on her face, along with the stream of muttered thoughts rising from her heart. Mr. Gu was quietly surprised. This Shen fellow really was interesting. Knowing full well that he had some ulterior motive that might harm her, she still squandered her "kindness" on him.
He'd thought this interesting Shen fellow would be eager to see him drop dead in the middle of the road. After all, that fleeting Killing Intent she'd fixed on his throat earlier had been unmistakable. Under Shen Tang's watchful gaze, Mr. Gu poured himself another large cup. "Now that's excellent wine!"
"Drinking too much damages your health," Shen Tang said.
"Shen fellow, 'drinking too much damages your health' is true for ordinary people. But for me, drinking too much is what keeps me alive. The wine brewed