Chapter 1678

Chapter 1678

One song...

Three songs...

Five songs...

The singing competition continued.

Only Dong Xuebing and Fang Wenping remained in the private room.

Honestly, Fang Wenping was a very charming, mature woman. Especially since today wasn't a workday, she dressed quite stylishly for her niece's birthday party. She wore a white knitted sweater, a colorful long skirt, and brown high heels. Coupled with her pretty face and curvaceous figure, she exuded a seductive allure. Dong Xuebing couldn't help but glance at her a few more times. It was a pity that her personality was not commendable while she was beautiful. If only Fang Wenping had maintained the motherly personality she displayed when comforting her niece, that would have been pleasing to the eye. But now, Dong Xuebing couldn't be bothered to look at her anymore. For a woman with such feminine charm and at her age, why did she have such a nasty temper? Every time he thought about this, Dong Xuebing felt speechless. However, he hadn't considered that his rascal personality wasn't much better than Fang Wenping's.

"Another one?" Fang Wenping asked.

"Sure, who's afraid of who?" Dong Xuebing replied.

Fang Wenping ordered, "You pick the song."

Dong Xuebing glanced at her, "If you want to sing, pick it yourself. Do I owe you anything?"

As they continued to bicker like this, they sang another song. After finishing, neither of them felt like picking another song, so they started drinking instead.

Looking at the clock, Fang Wenping frowned, "Why haven't they come back yet?"

Dong Xuebing was also puzzled. Xie Ran and Fang Shuiling wouldn't usually take this long in the restroom. Did something happen? Did they get into a fight with someone? But that couldn't be. They weren't impulsive people.

Fang Wenping couldn't be bothered to argue with him anymore, "When did they leave?"

"It's been over twenty minutes, I think," Dong Xuebing replied, taking out his phone to call Xie Ran. "Sorry, the number you've dialed is turned off."

Fang Wenping also tried calling Fang Shuiling, "Turned off?"

"Xie Ran's phone is off, too," Dong Xuebing frowned.

They called the waiter over.

"Sir, madam, is there anything you need?" the waiter asked.

Dong Xuebing immediately said, "Two people left our private room, a man and a woman, both young, probably in their twenties. Did you see them?"

Fang Wenping commanded, "Go find them."

The waiter blinked, "Do you mean Mr. Xie, who opened the room?"

"That's him," Dong Xuebing said. "Where are they? Why haven't they come back yet?"

The waiter nodded, "Mr. Xie just settled the bill at the front desk and left with a lady."

Fang Wenping's expression changed slightly, "Left? Why would they leave?"

The waiter hesitated, "I saw them leaving. Didn't they say goodbye to you two? If not, then I don't know."

"It's fine," Dong Xuebing roughly understood. Xie Ran and Fang Shuiling wanted him and Fang Wenping to be alone to improve their relationship. When Fang Shuiling suggested celebrating her birthday according to the lunar calendar and invited Fang Wenping, Dong Xuebing already knew. But he didn't expect them to leave early without even saying goodbye. Dong Xuebing thought you two were trying hard, but how could he and Fang Wenping possibly reconcile? They didn't like each other and even argued several times. How could their conflict be resolved by singing a few songs?

Fang Wenping must have understood, too, as her expression wasn't good.

Dong Xuebing was also a little angry. When he saw the waiter about to leave, he stopped him and said, "Bring me another bottle of Chivas. No mixers!"

"Alright, coming right up," the waiter said before leaving.

An hour passed...

It was already half past nine.

Fang Wenping sang a few songs while drinking, and eventually, Dong Xuebing grabbed a microphone too and sang along with her. Although he couldn't sing some of the older songs perfectly, he knew enough to follow along, having learned from his mother.

They sang and drank.

Suddenly, Dong Xuebing began to feel unwell. He had lost count of how much he and Fang Wenping had drunk. Despite having built up some tolerance to alcohol over the years, he couldn't handle the amount they had consumed. They had already finished a bottle of whiskey, and although whiskey had a lower alcohol content than liquor, it was still quite potent. Dong Xuebing felt like he would vomit but stubbornly resisted the urge to cheat and use the reverse function. He quickly stood up, swaying, and left the private room. He found the nearby restroom, pushed open the door, found a stall, and vomited.

After emptying his stomach, he felt much better. Dong Xuebing stumbled back to the sink and splashed some cold water on his face, and although his head was still spinning, he felt a little relieved.

Meanwhile, back in the private room, Dong Xuebing slowly returned. He had expected Fang Wenping to ridicule him, but as soon as he entered, he saw her lying on the sofa, eyes closed, and couldn't tell if she was sleeping or what. The microphone lay on the floor beside her.

Was she dead?

Dong Xuebing was startled and quickly approached her. But he was also drunk, and his feet stumbled, almost causing him to fall. He managed to reach her, blinking his eyes, and couldn't help but push her shoulder with his finger—no response. He pushed her a little more complicated.

"Fang Wenping!"

No response.

"Ms. Fang!"

Still no response.

"Say something! Are you dead?"

Still no response.

Oh no! Did something happen because of the drinking?

Still, boasting about how much you can drink? What can you drink?

Dong Xuebing quickly shook her, and she finally woke up. However, the first thing Fang Wenping did after opening her eyes in a daze was unexpectedly lean over and vomit!

Once...

Twice...

Dong Xuebing's clothes were splattered.

Of course, most of it ended up on Fang Wenping herself. Her fancy dress was now stained, as was her sweater.

Fang Wenping was genuinely drunk.

And Dong Xuebing wasn't far behind. Seeing such a disgusting scene, seeing himself covered in vomit, Dong Xuebing felt nauseous again. Unable to hold it back, he quickly grabbed a tray that had previously held fruit and vomited into it!

A mess everywhere.

Both of them were worse off than the other.

"Tissue...!" Fang Wenping finished vomiting and reached out, gasping for breath. "Quick...!"

Dong Xuebing didn't even look at her. He was too preoccupied with himself, reaching out and grabbing a box of tissues from the table, throwing it to Fang Wenping on the sofa, and then continuing to vomit.

It was a scene that was beyond description!