"Brother-in-law, drink!"
Qin Chuan lay sprawled back in his chair, his hands hanging down at his sides. He was already dead drunk.
"Qianqian, don't be too sad. He's gone, and you still have to live your own life." Xie Qiao lay facedown on the table, muttering endlessly as well.
Qin Qian looked at the two lightweights with disdain. "If you can't drink, why drink so much? And you—you let Qin Chuan call you brother-in-law over and over. Couldn't you have gone a little easier on him?"
"What good does calling me brother-in-law do?" Wang Yan stuffed his mouth with food. "He insisted on drinking against me. I couldn't stop him. It wasn't him drinking with me—it was me drinking with him. He drank however much, and I drank however much."
Wang Yan said it with an amused smile, then raised his glass again. Ignoring Qin Qian's eye roll, he took a sip and continued eating.
"If you can't drink, don't force yourself. You're just asking for it. Later, you take the two of them home."
"I'll take Xie Qiao. Your little brother is your responsibility."
"No. Xie Qiao is my little sister, and she's unconscious right now. What if a filthy hooligan like you takes advantage of her?"
Wang Yan merely smiled without answering.
Qin Qian frowned. "Wait, what do you mean by that? Were you two already together?"
Without waiting for an answer, she continued, "I was wondering why she cared so much about you. Every other word out of her mouth was Wang Yan's Teachings. One phone call, and she could summon you, the richest man in the country. You even made her the general manager of a film production company. When has there ever been such a good thing as pie falling from the sky?"
She clicked