After a glass of liquor, everyone really loosened up.
Wang Xiaoliang glanced toward the corner. Xiao Weijin still had his neck stiffened, like a defeated rooster that refused to admit defeat, and kept talking at He Runya.
Only one word remained on He Runya's face-exhaustion.
Before much more had been said, Liu Xinyu stood up with his juice, his face flushed and his smiling eyes never leaving his wife.
"Come on, let me propose the second toast!" His voice rang out. "Here's to my wife, Comrade Yang Qingyu! Even with her busy schedule, she still remembered us friends and treated us to a great meal!"
"Hahaha!"
Everyone in the room laughed.
Yang Qingyu had been talking quietly with Wei Zijin. At his words, her face instantly reddened, and she shot him an embarrassed, annoyed glare. "What nonsense are you spouting!"
Liu Xinyu grinned. "I was just wondering why my beautiful wife hadn't looked at me in so long."
"Oh, please..."
"Way to spring that lovey-dovey stuff on us."
"That's way too mushy!"
Everyone cheerfully joined in the teasing and drained another glass.
Then Yang Qingyu stood up too, holding her glass with a gentle smile on her face.
"This third toast is to all of you. If you ever come to Fucheng, please, please make sure you tell us beforehand, so Liu Xinyu and I can be your hosts."
With three glasses down, the formalities were out of the way.
What came next was the real test of social finesse.
Zeng Haiyan was the first to move.
Holding her glass, she went to Liu Xinyu first, adopting a very humble manner.
"Liu Xinyu, I'd like to toast you personally. Thank you for your advice. I finally understand that I'm surrounded by people who can help me."
Liu Xinyu smiled and