Let Him Act, Then

The moment Cen Muxiao left his seat to greet his beloved first love, Guo Lantai narrowed his eyes and curled his lips into a crooked smile. Heh, why was he being so attentive? Who knew what the other man might be thinking about the two of them!

Guo Lantai had not expected that, despite his confidence that he could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, three glasses of red wine would already send the alcohol rushing to his head. His face felt hot, and judging from the way Cen Muxiao was looking at him, it had to be red as well.

Tsk! Was the original owner really the type who could not handle red wine?

Fortunately, alcohol had not numbed his senses yet, so it would not ruin this rare time alone with Cen Muxiao. Although that bastard stubbornly refused to acknowledge it as such, what did it matter? As long as the mood was right.

Throughout the meal, he had basically been talking nonstop while Cen Muxiao seemed to listen with only half an ear. There did not appear to be much direct interaction between them, yet Cen Muxiao had, for once, not complained about his chattering and had simply put down his chopsticks and left.

Hehe, what rare tolerance!

But when Cen Muxiao saw that he was clearly drunk yet insisted on drinking more, he finally stopped him in a stern tone. His mouth scornfully said that someone with such poor alcohol tolerance had the nerve to drink in celebration, while his long arm snatched the wineglass from Guo Lantai's hand before he could react.

As domineering and unquestionable as ever!

Guo Lantai delightedly discovered that Cen Muxiao was much more even-tempered with him when he was drunk, and seemed to have gained a bit more patience too—apart from that unchanged, frigid face.

Guo Lantai smugly thought that this buzz had come at just the right time. But this little bit of intoxication was not enough; he needed more. That way, he could take the chance to poke at Cen Muxiao's nerves again. Even if he went a little too far and really angered him, Cen Muxiao could hardly hold it against a drunk person, could he?

But at this critical moment, Song Anning, who had been gone for most of the day, happened to return. He had even launched a silent surprise inspection. Heh, did he really think of himself as the lawful wife?

Come to think of it, this man really knew how to hold himself back. Was successfully signing with Lehong Entertainment not a major happy occasion? Should he not have been as excited as a little bird, rushing home in a high-profile manner, calling Cen Muxiao's name and sharing the joy of his success with him?

What was the point of being mysterious at a time like this?

Haha! He had probably wanted to create a surprise, only to be frightened by the two of them instead!

Uncle Meng was clever too. He had promptly reminded his young master, otherwise Song Anning would have gotten to watch another good show.

And Guo Lantai inadvertently noticed that that bastard's reaction to Song Anning's return was rather interesting. The fleeting look in his eyes had definitely not been surprise. It seemed to contain the faintest trace of guilt?

Was it because he had eaten dinner with him behind Song Anning's back? A domineering CEO could not possibly be so humble, could he?

The two of them appeared to be exchanging concerned greetings, while Guo Lantai poured himself wine and secretly pricked up his ears to listen. Afterward, he could not help curling his lips. Were they treating each other with respect like guests, or just putting on empty politeness?

Weren't they supposed to be close?

Should they not have been constantly staying in touch through calls and messages to cultivate their relationship? Yet now, right in front of him, they traded words as though they had not seen each other in eight lifetimes. Were they deliberately being lovey-dovey for his sake?

But honestly, it was not the least bit lovey-dovey!

If anything, Guo Lantai felt awkward on their behalf. Song Anning had been back for more than half a month now, right? The two of them could be considered reunited after a long separation.

Other than bringing Song Anning home and taking meticulous care of him, Cen Muxiao did not seem to have made any great strides in the romantic department!

Guo Lantai was confident that his presence alone was not enough to stop them from running toward each other. After giving it some thought, he guessed that even now, the two had not pierced that layer of window paper and completely confessed their feelings!

How thought-provoking!

His beloved first love was right in front of him, and Song Anning had clearly come back for Cen Muxiao. What were they both holding back for?

If the marriage bond restrained the domineering CEO's moral principles and prevented him from doing anything improper while the marriage still existed, Guo Lantai could understand that!

But what about Song Anning? How could he remain so composed? Guo Lantai had already openly challenged him, yet he could still maintain his poise. Was it all just to leave Cen Muxiao with the impression that he was confident enough not to fight or compete?

Back at the wedding, though, he had not exactly seemed all that calm or dignified!

This man was probably no longer as certain of himself as he had been then!

Ignoring the cold, gloomy gaze that kept sweeping over him, Guo Lantai silently cursed, Keep looking. Keep looking, and I'll make you cry later!

What was with those repeated glances? Did he expect Guo Lantai to greet him as pleasantly as usual with a "Hello, Mr. Song"?

Just as he was feeling disdainful, Cen Muxiao told Uncle Meng to take away the red wine. Wasn't this the perfect opportunity?

He brazenly shouted, "My dear sir," then began throwing a drunken tantrum. He slapped the table, stomped his feet, and started acting cute and petulant, every sentence revolving around "dear sir," until he finally summoned the thoroughly exasperated Cen Muxiao back to the dining table.

A low pressure descended over Guo Lantai like a shadow. He narrowed his eyes and looked up, only to meet Cen Muxiao's sinister, icy gaze. He understood its meaning: Act. Go on, try acting some more!

Ignoring his obvious dark expression and gloomy stare, Guo Lantai's gaze grew even more unfocused, a trace of eager anticipation flashing through his eyes. If you want me to act, then I'll act. If you want me to try, then I'll try!

"What's wrong? Didn't you promise that we'd, we'd drink to our hearts' content? I'm rarely this happy. Don't spoil the fun!"

He lay sprawled over the table, tilting his head to look at Cen Muxiao. As he complained, he smacked his lips a few times, looking as though he had not had nearly enough to drink.

"Stop acting. Dinner is over. Go back to your room!"

Guo Lantai scratched at the tabletop with his fingers and muttered, "It's over when I haven't had enough to drink or eat? Sir, you really know how to fool people!"

"That's enough!"

"Fine, fine! I know you care about me, sir. If you don't want me to drink, I won't drink. I'm being good!"

Guo Lantai narrowed his eyes and forced out a smile. He said he would not drink anymore and looked perfectly obedient.

But what he did the very next second nearly made the domineering CEO jump on the spot. The moment he finished speaking, he propped himself upright, abruptly grabbed the freshly filled glass of red wine, and tilted his head back to drain it in one gulp!

A rare crack of disbelief appeared on Cen Muxiao's face. Guo Lantai, you were being absurdly obedient! Had you gone crazy from craving wine? You actually dared to say one thing and do another right in front of him. If he would not let you act, you were going to openly do the opposite, was that it?

"Urp!"

Guo Lantai could not hold back a wine burp. Then, in a good-tempered manner, he explained, "Such good wine costs tens of thousands per bottle. It can't... be wasted! Even if our family is rich, we still have to live frugally!"

Cen Muxiao: ...Thanks so much! Also, whose family were you calling it? You'd had too much to drink and gotten a lot bolder, hadn't you?