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Chapter 389: Feng Jue Drinks

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Gu Pei frowned and thought for a moment before correcting Feng Duxing seriously. “I said that he’s a member of the Gu family, not an outsider.”

After all, he was the adopted son of the Gu family in name.

It was his sister’s personal blood bank.

At the very least, he was one of them compared to this group of casual acquaintances.

Feng Jue looked up at Gu Pei and there was a hint of a smile in his clear eyes.

Although this brother was a little stupid, at least he knew that he was his sister’s man.

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As Gu Pei’s childhood friend, Feng Duxing knew Gu Pei quite well. When he heard him say this, he smiled and raised a glass of whiskey to finish it. “It was my slip of the tongue. I’ll punish myself with a glass.” Sun Daoming kept apologizing to Gu Pei. Gu Pei snorted. “Why are you apologizing to me?”

He was not the one who got provoked.

Sun Daoming turned to look at Feng Jue and squeezed out a smile, “Feng Jue, I’m sorry, I was rude.”

“It’s alright.” Feng Jue smiled gently, looking very soft-hearted.

He casually took two bottles of whiskey from the table and handed one to Sun Daoming. His voice was gentle as he said, “Aren’t we going to drink together? A small glass is not enough. Let’s drink one bottle.”

Sun Daoming was holding the bottle of 400 milliliters of whiskey. When he heard Feng Jue’s words, he was stunned.

He didn’t expect Feng Jue to actually want to compete with him in drinking.

Gu Pei was also shocked and thought that he had heard wrongly. He frowned and looked at Feng Jue. “Are you crazy? You want to drink an entire bottle of whiskey. Aren’t you underage too? Why are you drinking strong alcohol? You should stick to fruit juice!”ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ɴovᴇlꜰɪre.ɴet

“Drinking this whole bottle will make you drunk. I’m afraid it’s not good to get drunk before the banquet begins.” Although Feng Duxing said that, there was interest in his eyes as if he was watching a good show.

The people at the side started to jeer.

“Drink then! I’m not afraid of you!”

“Brother Sun, don’t be a coward. Drink it directly. Let’s see who gets drunk halfway.”

“Half of it? You really think highly of him. He probably won’t even be able to take a sip.”

“Sun Daoming, even a good student like him who has never touched alcohol and cigarettes isn’t afraid. What are you afraid of? Just defeat him!”

Sun Daoming was dissatisfied with Feng Jue, so he immediately agreed. “Alright, let’s drink.”

Sun Daoming forcefully bit open the cap of the bottle, picked up the entire bottle of whiskey and poured it into his mouth.

After all, it was hard liquor, so it was strong. His eyes turned slightly red.

Feng Jue unhurriedly opened the bottle cap and poured the brownish-red whiskey with a hint of yellow into a clean cup. He filled three cups and raised his cup to drink the whiskey.

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Everyone thought that Feng Jue would vomit after the first sip, but he didn’t.

He took his time to drink from the glass. His movements were elegant and noble, and he looked charismatic.

One glass was quickly emptied, and he picked up another glass. His expression did not change, and his face was as fair as ever. If he was not drinking whiskey, everyone would think that he was drinking water.

By the time Feng Jue drank the second cup, Sun Daoming’s face had already turned red and his vision was blurry. He could not even hold the cup in his hand steadily and it fell to the ground.

The wine bottle fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Fortunately, the wine bottle was thick enough to not shatter into pieces on the ground, but half of the clear, transparent, and slightly charred whiskey flowed all over the ground.

“Sun Daoming is drunk!” Someone beside him reached out to support Sun Daoming’s body, which almost fell.

“It’s really authentic scotch. It’s strong!”

“Sun Daoming is too useless. He got drunk before he even drank half of it.”

At this moment, Feng Jue slowly swirled the last bottle of whiskey. With a gentle and harmless smile on his face, he finished the last glass of whiskey in one gulp. He was still clear-headed and did not look drunk..

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