Stealing The Wind But Not The Moon [Completed]

34. Chu Zhichen Rebuffed Xiang Mingzhang's Advance.

Chu Zhichen was momentarily taken aback and uttered, "I haven't had it before."

Xiang Mingzhang placed two wine glasses on the table, unscrewed the lids, and asked, "Do you dare to drink?"

The vodka poured out from the bottle like a river of liquid fire, filling the glass to the brim. Chu Zhichen took hold of the heavy cup, which exuded a potent and commanding aroma.

He swirled the vodka around in his glass, admiring its clarity and golden hue.

Xiang Mingzhang picked up another glass and clinked it against Chu Zhichen's.

Tonight, they were not conducting business, but witnessing the absurdity of it all. Chu Zhichen tilted his head back and took a large sip. The vodka sizzled down his throat, causing a slight choking sensation.

After finishing half a glass, his palms began to sweat, and Chu Zhichen remarked, "I can't type properly now."

Xiang Mingzhang responded, "If you occasionally go on strike, I won't do anything to you."

The phrase "will not be fired" from earlier echoed in Chu Zhichen's mind, leaving him skeptical. "What if I make a mistake?"

Xiang Mingzhang replied, "Salary deduction."

Chu Zhichen added, "That's quite harsh."

Xiang Mingzhang stated, "Salary deduction it is."

Chu Zhichen let out a light snort, downed the remaining half glass of wine in one gulp, and questioned, "What if I get drunk later and vomit in your office?"

Xiang Mingzhang swiveled his chair around and sat down. "Don't even entertain such a repugnant idea."

"What's the point?" Chu Zhichen recollected the scene at the bar—countless writhing bodies, vulgar language. Everything tonight had been repulsive enough.

He poured himself another glass of wine and swiftly consumed it, one gulp after another, trying to soothe the discomfort in his stomach.

Thinking about what Qian Hua had said, Xiang Mingzhang couldn't help but share the sentiment, except that was the life Chu Zhichen was indulging in and deriving pleasure from. The past filth was indeed genuine, and Chu Zhichen's current disgust seemed genuine as well.

One person with two conflicting thoughts—Xiang Mingzhang's mind became a bit muddled, while Chu Zhichen filled the third cup absentmindedly. However, he stopped talking and drank silently, wearing a melancholic expression.

After finishing his drink, Chu Zhichen placed the wine glass down, his hands unsteady, and accidentally knocked the bottle cap to the ground.

Lowering his head for a moment, Chu Zhichen suddenly felt dizzy. He couldn't believe the potency of this alcohol. As his vision cleared, he bent down to search for the cap.

While swaying, Xiang Mingzhang grabbed his hand and said, "Don't fall."

The bottle cap had rolled under the desk. Chu Zhichen squatted down slowly and began to grope on the carpet.

Then came the sound of footsteps outside, followed by a knock on the door.

Xiang Mingzhang remained calm and stated, "Come in."

The door swung open, revealing the security guard on night patrol. He reported, "Mr. Xiang, I noticed the lights were still on in the office, so I came to check."

The large desk concealed Chu Zhichen's body. Finally, he found the bottle cap and picked it up, but didn't move from his position. Holding his breath, he slowly raised his head, his intoxicated eyes displaying a hint of hesitation.