The two had roughly the same alcohol tolerance, but once the topic of proposing came up, they inevitably got excited and drank a few extra glasses.
Fortunately, they each had a driver waiting outside, so they did not have to spend the night at the bar.
Yan Xianjue did not wake from his hangover until the following afternoon. He rubbed his still-aching head and climbed out of bed.
He thought the ideas they had discussed while drunk yesterday had indeed all been stupid. He would never trust Lin Shi again.
Of course, he would never admit that at least half of those stupid remarks had come from himself.
Just then, Yan Wan knocked on his door. "Xianjue, are you up?"
Yan Xianjue answered and went to open the door for her. "Sis."
The moment Yan Wan saw him frowning, she knew Yan Xianjue was feeling unwell.
Yan Xianjue stepped aside to let Yan Wan in and asked, "Did you need something, Sis?"
Yan Wan held out the hangover soup she was carrying. "Mom said you should be waking up around now, so she asked me to bring this up."
Yan Xianjue frowned. The hangover soup did not smell particularly pleasant, and he had never liked it much. "The maid could have brought it up."
But when Yan Wan placed the tray on the coffee table, Yan Xianjue still took the bowl and downed it in one go.
"It really tastes awful," Yan Xianjue muttered.
Yan Wan's face was full of sympathy. Clearly, she did not think much of the hangover soup's taste either.
"Get yourself cleaned up and come downstairs to eat. Dad made seafood congee especially for you tonight."
Yan Xianjue obediently answered again, "Okay."
At the dinner table, Yan Xianjue felt his stomach settle considerably after a few