Volume 3, Chapter 299 – Please Share This Cup with Me, Miss

Chi Zhong moved quickly. Before long, a pile of wine jars had been stacked on the table in front of Lu Zhuxin.

He didn’t waste any time either. He cracked open the first jar on the spot.

“Everyone, bear witness.”

“Before, through my own foolishness and rashness, I caused trouble for Miss Muxue.”

“Today, with this wine, I offer her my apology!”

With that, Chi Zhong tipped the jar to his lips and poured.

Under the eyes of everyone watching, he drained it to the last drop.

Then he slammed the empty jar hard against the floor.

A round of cheers went up from the crowd of onlookers.

Chi Zhong looked back at Lu Zhuxin and wiped the drips from the corner of his mouth. “Miss Muxue, is this sincerity enough?”

Lu Zhuxin couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

Does this little fatty actually think that was impressive?

Please don’t make me sick.

She forced down her revulsion and said lightly, “Young Master Chi Zhong, is one jar really all your sincerity is worth?”

What Chi Zhong had done before would have destroyed any real girl’s reputation and future. And yet, in the eyes of someone like him, a girl’s innocence and future could be wiped clean with a single jar of wine.

Lu Zhuxin had no intention of letting him off so easily.

She had a long memory. Everyone who crossed her would pay for it eventually.

Chi Zhong and Qin Qingfen, neither of them would escape.

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Just not here. Not yet. The moment hadn’t come.

Chi Zhong wasn’t surprised by Lu Zhuxin’s lukewarm reaction.

This farm girl really was petty and narrow-minded. No wonder even Chi Xiyan’s own nanny had been willing to defy Chi Xiyan’s orders to strike at her.

Ha. Everything coming her way was of her own making.

“One jar isn’t enough? Then I’ll have another.” Chi Zhong didn’t hesitate. He reached for the second jar.

This time, he got smarter about it.

That girl was clearly trying to make things difficult for him. He had been too composed before. Of course, she wasn’t satisfied. If he wanted her to be pleased, he needed to look like he was struggling.

With that in mind, when he drank the second jar of spirit wine, he deliberately let the spiritual energy cycling through his body lapse.

Without that internal pressure holding it back, the alcohol rushed straight to his face.

He let out a belch, and his feet swayed slightly. “Miss Muxue,” he slurred, “is this better?”

Lu Zhuxin could see right through Chi Zhong’s little act.

She smiled. “Young Master Chi Zhong, that’s only two jars. Surely you’re not already done?”

Chi Zhong’s eye twitched. “Then how many jars does Miss Muxue consider sufficient?”

“You’re asking me?” Lu Zhuxin tapped her chin lightly with one finger, then slowly walked up to the wine table. She patted the nearest jar with her hand.

“I really couldn’t say.”

“Why don’t you just keep drinking? I’ll forgive you once you’ve had enough.”

As she spoke, she lifted a wine jar, uncorked it gently, and set it down in front of Chi Zhong.

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At the sight of it, something flickered briefly in Chi Zhong’s eyes. Though the flush of alcohol on his face did a fine job of covering it up.

Lu Zhuxin’s reaction was exactly what he had anticipated.

This uncultivated little girl clearly didn’t know that a cultivator’s spiritual energy could suppress alcohol. Even if Chi Zhong drank every jar on that table, he wouldn’t furrow his brow once. Circulating his cultivation would dispel the effects entirely.

So whatever little plan this girl had cooked up in her head was going to come to nothing.

Of course, he wouldn’t drive off the alcohol just yet. Not now.

He took the jar Lu Zhuxin held out and drained it.

Lu Zhuxin watched him with a smile.

Another jar down, and then Chi Zhong stumbled, catching himself after a few staggering steps. His head felt strangely heavy.

He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but this jar seemed to hit harder than the ones before it.

Still, Chi Zhong didn’t dwell on it. He turned back to Lu Zhuxin. “Miss Muxue, is that enough now?”

Lu Zhuxin shook her head, her smile unchanged. “After all that wine, your speech is still clear and you’re standing like a pine tree. Young Master Chi Zhong certainly has an impressive tolerance.”

“With such an impressive tolerance, you really should drink a bit more!”

Chi Zhong’s face darkened. He walked to the table with an increasingly unsteady gait, picked up another jar, and poured it down.

“More. Not enough!”

Chi Zhong said nothing and poured down another.

“Still not enough!”

“…”

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“Young Master Chi Zhong, your footing is getting a little unsteady. After only this many jars? Should I have an attendant help you go rest for a while?”

Lu Zhuxin’s smile never wavered.

Chi Zhong felt a flicker of unease stir in his chest.

He seemed to have underestimated the strength of this wine. His head was growing foggy, and his legs were losing their steadiness beneath him.

His companions had also noticed. One of them stepped up and murmured, “Brother Chi Zhong, maybe just let it go, you’ve already had over a dozen jars.”

“No.” Chi Zhong said immediately.

He still remembered exactly why he had come here tonight. If he gave up now, he would have wasted the best opportunity the evening had to offer.

With that thought, he pushed his companion aside and cracked open another jar.

“Miss Muxue…” A hiccup escaped him. “I’ve… lost count of which jar this is.”

“But if Miss Muxue still feels she has been wronged, then Chi Zhong is willing to drink until morning.”

With that, he raised the jar and poured again.

The fragrant wine splashed over the sides, trickling from the corner of his mouth and dripping steadily to the floor.

The entire hall had taken on the heavy, unmistakable reek of alcohol.

Lu Zhuxin’s eyes curved into a quiet smile.

Even Bu Lianshuang at her side didn’t notice the faint arc at the corner of her lady’s lips.

Crack. The jar hit the floor and shattered.

Chi Zhong lurched backward. He barely caught the edge of the table behind him in time to keep from going down.

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“Miss Muxue… is this… enough? If not, then I’ll… drink… one more…”

“Brother Chi Zhong, you really can’t drink any more!”

One of the young men turned to Lu Zhuxin. “Miss Muxue, the Chi family’s wine is brewed from spirit herbs. Even cultivators can’t drink without limit! Please forgive Brother Chi Zhong!”

The others chimed in one by one, appealing to Lu Zhuxin from all sides.

Lu Zhuxin let her gaze pass over every face in the hall.

After a moment, she smiled.

“All right. I’ve seen his sincerity.”

“Letting him go on any further would be my fault.”

“I forgive him.”

At those words, a look of relief broke over every face in the group, Chi Zhong’s included.

Wasn’t this exactly what Chi Zhong had worked so hard for?

The young men raised their cups toward Lu Zhuxin.

“Then please share this cup with us, Miss Muxue. Let all grievances be dissolved in the wine!”

An attendant presented Lu Zhuxin with a cup.

Lu Zhuxin didn’t hesitate. She reached out and took it.

Beside her, Bu Lianshuang noticed—and something about it felt suddenly, deeply wrong.

“Wait, my lady!”