A Foot Reaching Under the Table

Drinking?

They said alcohol was a matchmaker for lust, and that was no exaggeration.

When a man and woman wanted to break through that final barrier between them, all they often lacked was a drinking session. Countless real-life cases had proven it.

Of course, one could also call that survivorship bias.

Men and women with no interest in each other would not do something so likely to spark an accident.

What truly surprised Lin Yuan was that Lee Boo-jin had actually taken the initiative to ask for drinks midway through tonight's dinner.

That really did not seem like the woman who had always handled everything flawlessly.

At upper-class family dinners, alcohol was supposed to be a necessity, usually laid out before the guests had even taken their seats.

If the host deliberately failed to prepare alcohol, that already counted as a breach of etiquette to some extent. If they insisted on doing so, they were sending every guest a signal they all understood:

Tonight was not a night for drinking.

In fact, as Lin Yuan's status had risen over the past two years, he had drunk less and less.

Outsiders assumed that Lin Yuan did not drink because alcohol damaged the nerves and affected his reaction speed.

For an action superstar, there was no need to explain how important neural reaction speed was.

But that was not the real reason. The real reason was that alcohol simply did not affect him.

His physique had already made him completely immune to harmful substances. Even anesthetics could not effectively affect his nervous system, much less alcohol.

If he was drinking merely for the taste, then spending tens or even hundreds of thousands of dollars on a bottle of fine liquor was simply a waste.

Gradually, everyone in Lin Yuan's circle learned that