40 I'sm Jealous and Pitiful!

The man that Wang Yi-An was laughing and talking to was Fung Qi-Wei. Wang Yi-An always calls him Fung Da-Ge, which means; Big brother Fung.

The way that she called him, "Fung Da-Ge", was in such a sweet voice that it irritated Yang Tian-Xu. Even though the restaurant was loud, however, he could hear Fung Qi-Wei and Wang Yi-An's laughter.

They looked very close. Perhaps a bit too close? Yang Tian-Xu could never have imagined himself becoming someone so jealous and pitiful. He kept staring at the two as they laughed and joke about who knows what, and Yang Tian-Xu would cringe his eyebrows as he pretended to slip his tea.

Fung Qi-Wei suddenly felt a chill, like someone was glaring at him. So when he turned around and saw that Yang Tian-Xu was sitting in the corner booth, glaring at him.

While Jin Qi-Long was playing on his smartphone, he didn't seem to care about anything at all, as he patiently waited for his orders to come. Meanwhile, Yang Tian-Xu kept staring at Fung Qi-Wei.

"Is that the boss you mentioned?" Fung Qi-Wei asked Wang Yi-An and pointed over to where Yang Tian-Xu was sitting. As she looked over at where he was pointing.

Yang Tian-Xu quickly looked away the moment he saw Wang Yi-An turned to look at him. Yang Tian-Xu pretended like it was nothing.

Wang Yi-An didn't see Yang Tian-Xu's stares, and so she just nodded, "Yeah, that's our company's President. Yang Tian-Xu."

"He's the direct descendant of the Yang Family isn't he?" Fung Qi-Wei asked her once more. Wang Yi-An would merely nod.

Fung Qi-Long felt like Yang Tian-Xu was indeed a good-looking man, and so he said, "Damn! The guy is good-looking. If I were a girl, I would definitely fall for him. That other guy isn't so bad looking either."

Wang Yi-An smiled at Fung Qi-Wei, "Fung Da-Ge! What are you saying?"

"I'm saying, maybe you and your boss can start a little something-something if you know what I mean." He said as he winked at Wang Yi-An.

"Fung Da-Ge! Stop joking! He is my boss!" Wang Yi-An funnily looked at him, as she rolled her eyes at Fung Qi-Wei.

"Hey! I'm just saying, employers and employees can fall in love too you know." Fung Qi-Wei loves to tease Wang Yi-An. They grew up together, and he knew her for so long. He loves to treat her like his own little sister.

Wang Yi-An let out a big smile and jokingly hit him on his shoulder. "Stop joking!" Wang Yi-An then stops chatting with him as she heard the kitchen staff had called out for her to pick up the order she placed. "I won't joke with you anymore, I have to go get the food now. Can you bring them their drinks?"

Just as Wang Yi-An went to the kitchen. Fung Qi-Wei grabbed a six-pack and went over to greet Yang Tian-Xu and Jin Qi-Long.

"Hello, thanks for waiting. I am Fung Qi-Wei, the owner's son. Here are your beers."

Yang Tian-Xu just stared at him, and not say a word. Jin Qi-Long looked at Fung Qi-Wei and said, "Oh hey! I have a Qi in my name too. My name is Jin Qi-Long. Are you and Wang Yi-An very close? You guys seem to be."

Fung Qi-Wei smiled at them and asked, "Does it matter?"

Of course, Yang Tian-Xu was a bit furious about his reply. While he was thinking to himself, "Does it matter!? Of course, it matters!!" However, he remained his cool and kept his silence.

Jin Qi-Long popped the beer cap open and started to down the entire bottle. "These beers are too weak. Do you guys have anything stronger?"

"Wow. You guys can sure handle your liquor." Fung Qi-Wei was amazed, as he saw how Jin Qi-Long would down two bottles of beer like it was just water.

Jin Qi-Long laughed, "Hey, I don't want to brag, but Tian-Xu and I are known to be the two best drinkers in City Y! We can drink a thousand beer bottles and still be sober!"

"Oh? Then do you wanna try the Fung Family's secret alcohol?" Fung Qi-Wei said with an evil smirk on his face. He was so sure of his family secret homemade alcohol could knock out anyone!

"Fung Family's secret alcohol?" Jin Qi-Long was surprised, he has never heard of anything like a secret alcohol beverage in his life. He must try it out no matter the cost! "Hell yeah! Gimme one!"

"Okay! Are you sure? One small shot and it will knock you out cold!" Fung Qi-Wei warned them. However, Jin Qi-Long refused to believe it. He is a man who has a very high alcohol tolerance. Jin Qi-Long and Yang Tian-Xu can drink plenty of beers and never get drunk from it.

Wang Yi-An came out with the orders and place it down on the table. Wang Yi-An had overheard them talk about the Fung family's secret alcohol. "Don't," she warned them, "it contains a very high volume of alcohol. It will knock you out with just one shot."

"Is it really that strong?" Jin Qi-Long asked as he thought about it for a bit. "Ah… It's okay! Let's do it!"

Wang Yi-An began to worry a bit as she said, "President Yang and Mr Jin shouldn't drink it. You'll be knocked out after you take a shot!"

"Yeah, right!? I think I'm the only one that can handle the one shot of our Fung Family's secret alcohol!" Fung Qi-Wei laughed hard as he boasts about being the only one who could handle it, and his laughter really irritated Yang Tian-Xu.

"I'll do it." Yang Tian-Xu had finally spoken up. He wanted to show her just how manly he could be too. If Fung Qi-Wei can take one shot of this so call Family secret alcohol. Then Yang Tian-Xu can too!

"Okay, but first I need you guys to pay for your bills first." Fung Qi-Wei wanted them to settle the bill because he is very confident about his family's secret alcohol.

Yang Tian-Xu and Jin Qi-Long agreed, and they paid the bill. Fung Qi-Wei went behind the counter and brought out a large black jar. The large black pot looked as if it was the ones used to brew ancient Chinese rice wines.

Fung Qi-Wei opened the lid and took a bamboo spoon and poured out two shots into a shot glass. The liquor was colourless and transparent, it looked like it was just the regular rice wine.

Yang Tian-Xu and Jin Qi-Long each grabbed a shot glass into their hand. "Let's take it together." Jin Qi-Long suggested. Yang Tian-Xu nodded in agreement as they both started to count. "On three."

"1…"

"2…"

"3!"