Volume 1, Chapter 36: Two Children in Three Years

"So what? It’s a fact that I can bear your children, isn't it?"

Fang Mo let out a hum. Sister Yue Lan, this is what you forced me into. If you are going to be heartless, don't blame me for being unrighteous.

Husband and wife are like birds in the same forest, but when disaster strikes, they each fly their own way.

You want to run?

Not a chance!

Fang Mo said indignantly, "I! Cannot have children!"

Whoosh!

Wu Jiabei was already getting excited. Watching this young couple finally turn on each other, a sly smile of triumph curled at the corners of her lips. Ning Yuelan had not expected the little guy to be so vengeful, and she looked at Fang Mo, caught between laughter and tears.

"I won't help you drink later, then."

"Hmph."

Fang Mo gave Ning Yuelan a resentful glare.

Fine, don't help then. Besides, you were the one who sacrificed me first, Sister.

By now, the situation had shifted so that everyone except the couple, Fang Mo and Ning Yuelan, had only one finger left.

The final question fell to Li Haowen.

He cleared his throat and was about to speak when Ning Yuelan suddenly shot him a glare.

"No targeted questions allowed, or I’ll cancel the partnership with the Li Group tonight."

"Why is our President Ning getting so worked up over a game?"

Wu Jiabei and the others nearby were amused. They hadn't expected the formidable, icy-queen CEO Ning Yuelan to have such a rare, childlike side.

Having known her for so many years, they had never even seen this kind of unreasonable, bratty expression on her.

It must be because of the young man beside her that Ning Yuelan had changed so much.

"Then..."

Li Haowen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "I won't write anything."

*Slap!*

Fang Mo slammed the table in exasperation. "Li Haowen, you traitor! What happened to 'wealth cannot corrupt, force cannot subdue, and poverty cannot move'?"

You dog, isn't this clearly targeting me?

Seeing Fang Mo’s angry expression, Li Haowen offered a bitter smile. Your President Ning says no targeted questions, but under the table, she’s been crushing my toes with her Valentino heels. If I didn't understand what she meant by now, I’d be a ghost.

"Young Master Fang, you have to blame your own Sister Yue Lan. Who told her to play dirty and sacrifice her husband first? Otherwise, there would have at least been someone left to drink with you at the end."

Wu Jiabei, eager to stir up trouble, teased him with a mischievous grin.

Fang Mo glanced huffily at Ning Yuelan, but the woman showed no remorse, her beautiful face wearing a playful look. "What’s wrong? Is our little brother angry?"

"Hmph."

Fang Mo picked up the draft beer mug on the table and downed it in one gulp.

A single draft beer mug held the volume of a whole bottle. With over 600 milliliters poured into his stomach, Fang Mo instantly felt bloated. The alcohol hadn't hit his head yet, but he felt quite dizzy.

"Tsk tsk tsk, your little brother’s tolerance isn't bad at all."

Wu Jiabei gave a wicked smile. "Shall we continue?"

This game was completely unfair to the couple. Especially since they weren't working together after the first round.

With almost every turn, it was either Fang Mo or Ning Yuelan drinking, and a whole crate of beer was finished off quickly. Song Yu and the other two women had barely drunk two bottles combined.

The rest had all gone into the stomachs of Fang Mo and Ning Yuelan. Fang Mo loosened his belt without anyone noticing and let out a few beer-induced burps with a strained expression.

Damn it, beer is just too bloating.

He turned his head to look at Ning Yuelan. Perhaps due to the alcohol, a faint flush had spread across her delicate, fair face.

She looked charming and alluring.

However, her expression remained as calm as ever. One couldn't tell at all that she had downed a bellyful of beer. Ning Yuelan’s movements while drinking were even elegant.

Her jade-like hand gently gripped the handle of the mug, lifting the glass to her lips. There was no sound of gulping, yet the beer in the glass visibly decreased.

"Doesn't she feel bloated?"

Fang Mo gave a bitter smile. Ning Yuelan’s expression didn't betray the fact that she had been chugging glass after glass, having consumed at least three or four bottles just like him.

Fang Mo’s gaze drifted downward, fixing on Ning Yuelan’s flat midriff.

There wasn't even a trace of fat on her belly. When he had delivered stockings to her last time, he had caught a glimpse of her perfect stomach. How could such a massive appetite fit inside that A4-waist?

"The ninth great mystery of the world: where does all the alcohol Ning Yuelan drinks go?"

Fang Mo scratched the back of his head.

Perhaps it was the alcohol playing tricks on him, but fueled by curiosity, he reached out and touched Ning Yuelan’s stomach.

Ning Yuelan was startled by the sudden move. "What are you doing?"

Fang Mo’s face flushed red, and he frowned, saying, "It’s strange, where is all the wine in your stomach going, Sister Yue Lan?"

As soon as these words left his mouth, Ning Yuelan’s face turned bright red.

Nearby, Song Yu and the others stared at Fang Mo in shock. Isn't this kid the 'submissive' one? When did he get the nerve to tease Ning Yuelan so brazenly in public?

The next moment, whether it was the alcohol in his brain or just sheer recklessness, Fang Mo reached out to undo Ning Yuelan’s belt. If the belt of the blazer she was wearing came undone, she was essentially wearing nothing underneath!

Only then did Ning Yuelan, a thin veil of anger on her face, slap his hand away hard.

"It’s all your fault. You’ve gotten our little guy drunk. He’s six feet tall; do you have any idea how hard it was for me to get him home last time?"

Wu Jiabei and the others didn't care how difficult it was for Ning Yuelan; they were all gloating, eager to see Fang Mo make a fool of himself.

Ning Yuelan dragged Fang Mo by the arm, grumbling, "Let’s go. Come to bed with me."

"No, I’m not drunk."

Fang Mo let out a hiccup, his drunken state making everyone at the table suppress a laugh.

"Li Haowen, give me a hand and help me get him up..."

After saying this, Ning Yuelan shot a glare at the girls. "I’ll settle the score with you all later."

"President Ning, we’re helping you! They say alcohol loosens one's inhibitions. Your little brother is clearly the introverted type. If he isn't drunk, how would you ever get your chance? Right?" Wu Jiabei teased with a wicked grin.

Hearing this, Song Yu nodded in agreement. "Who knows, you might not even get to be a woman on your wedding night otherwise."

"I really thank you all so much!" Ning Yuelan rolled her eyes in annoyance.

Wu Jiabei continued to stir the flames from behind, giggling, "I hope you have a double blessing, President Ning—a one-shot success tonight. Maybe you'll have two in three years!"

Ning Yuelan: ...

"Get lost!"

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked down the road, greeting acquaintances with a nod.

But no matter who it was, no one had any extra expression on their faces, as if they were indifferent to everything.

Shen Changqing was already used to this.

Because this was the Demon Suppression Division, an organization dedicated to maintaining the stability of the Great Qin. Its primary duty was to slay demons and monsters, though there were some side businesses as well.

It could be said that every person in the Demon Suppression Division had blood on their hands.

When one is accustomed to life and death, one becomes indifferent to many things.

When he first arrived in this world, Shen Changqing had been somewhat unaccustomed, but over time, he had grown used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division was vast.

Those who could remain in the Demon Suppression Division were either powerful experts or those with the potential to become one.

Shen Changqing belonged to the latter.

The Division was divided into two roles: Demon Suppressors and Demon Slayers.

Everyone who entered the Demon Suppression Division started as the lowest-level Demon Slayer, then climbed the ranks step by step, eventually hoping to become a Demon Suppressor.

Shen Changqing's predecessor had been a trainee Demon Slayer, the lowest rank among them.

With the memories of his predecessor, he was very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a pavilion.

Unlike other areas of the Demon Suppression Division, which were filled with a murderous aura, this pavilion stood out like a crane among chickens, presenting a different kind of tranquility amidst the blood-soaked Division.

The doors of the pavilion were wide open, and people were occasionally entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing hesitated for only a moment before stepping inside.

Upon entering, the atmosphere changed abruptly.

A scent of ink mixed with a faint smell of blood rushed toward him, making him frown instinctively, though he quickly relaxed.

The scent of blood on everyone in the Demon Suppression Division was almost impossible to wash away.