Super Zoo

It's just alcohol, I'll treat it as eating chili, and as a strapping young man in my early twenties, am I afraid of a middle-aged uncle? Let's get down to business without fuss. Uncle was forthright, and Suming was no less clear-cut, tilting his head back and gulping down a glass of liquor.

"Good!" Uncle slapped his thigh hard, his brows dancing with excitement, "Yan sure has an eye for talent, Su! You're such a straightforward guy!"

From his expression, it seemed like bringing Nangong Huang on the right path was not as significant as downing a drink in one gulp.

"Come, come, have some dishes to pad your stomach." Auntie stood up to serve Suming food, giving Uncle a glare— the old man really didn't know how to behave, making a child drink like this.

As the toasts and drinks flew back and forth, Suming and Uncle had a good go at it, and by the midway point, Uncle's speech had started to slur, and Nangong Huang had joined in too.

At a drinking event, there are those who can drink and those who can dodge. Those who can hold their liquor aren't afraid of it. For someone like Suming who could neither drink nor hold his liquor, it wasn't a guaranteed failure; carrying the scene depended on one's courage! With enough boldness, one could keep lining up the shots and still be unrivaled.

Anyway, after half a jin had been consumed, his tongue was numb, and drinking sorghum liquor felt no different from drinking water.

In the end, several of the men started to sway. Suming indeed didn't have a real tolerance for liquor, and to prevent alcohol poisoning or damaging his body, he had come prepared, cheating a little by bringing some Tai Sui water in a mineral water bottle.

This thing was like a cure-all, though it couldn't treat serious illnesses, it's effective for all sorts of minor ailments, and particularly excellent for sobering up.

After the meal, Nangong Huang was already sliding under the table, Uncle's face was as red as Guan Gong, staggering as he walked. Before leaving, he gave Suming a hearty pat on the shoulder, "Good! I'll leave Yan in your hands!" After saying that, he walked out of the private room with one hand supporting Auntie and the other holding up Nangong Huang.

Rubbing his eyes, Suming, with bleary drunken vision, asked Nangong Yan, "Does this mean I've passed the test?"

Nangong Yan, having had a few drinks herself, had cheeks red and plump like juicy peaches, giggling as she said, "My dad has four brothers, five including him. You've just passed the first level, and it's the easiest one... But you did well on this one, worthy of praise!"

Nangong Yan was naturally charming, and after drinking, she became even more seductively enchanting, like an intoxicated cat.

Suming thought to himself that he shouldn't drink too much, or he'd get too frisky. He felt a surge of heat rush from his lower abdomen, and he pulled her into his arms, his hands getting mischievously busy under the hem of her shirt.

"You... are courting death... This is a restaurant..." Nangong exclaimed in shock, weakly struggling a couple of times but unable to evade the harassment of the wandering hands. Instead, the warm breath in her ear made her body weaken and soften first, and she bit her silver teeth, letting out an indignant moan.

The fire was fueled by the oil, and Nangong's meaningless low moan in Suming's ears sounded like a blatant tease, that legendary moan of desire.

The restaurant was still far from closing time, and most of the dishes on the large table remained untouched. High-end restaurants' staff would not enter a private room randomly. For safety, Suming kicked the door of the private room, locking it from behind, then carried Nangong onto the large sofa intended for guests to rest.

Nangong, her neck red as sunset clouds, knew resistance was futile at this point and that she was bound to be ravished; she closed her eyes, turned her head away, and let her hair cover her face, yielding completely.
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This vulnerable appearance only further ignited Suming's primal desire, and with a low growl from his throat, he pounced ferociously.

A storm, fierce and unexpected, assailed without warning, the frail body like a small boat sailing in the vast ocean, tossed and turned by the raging waves, now plunging into the troughs, now leaping atop the crests into the clouds. The slender boat hull seemed almost to be torn apart by the waves, issuing moans of unbearable strain...

Alcohol does wonders to the spirit, and after a bit of drinking, the whole person's state changes; they perform beyond normal, a great battle lasting over an hour before finally drawing to a close.

In the midst of the violent winds and torrential rain, Nangong was utterly disarmed and could not recall how many times she had been vanquished, too weary to keep count, barely able to lift a finger.

Exercise after drinking has its benefits, as the alcohol in one's body evaporates along with the sweat. Suming felt much more alert, and although a bit exhausted, refreshed and invigorated.

"Don't start, I think you're replenishing your yang by depleting my yin..." Nangong said weakly, and it was unclear whether she was praising or chiding with resentment, "You're like a monster now, ready to unfurl the flag and set off the fireworks at any moment..."

"Unfurl the flag and set off the fireworks? Hmm, that's a good phrase, worthy of a journalist."

"Yeah, right, you're the journalist," Nangong retorted, biting her lip with a playful smile, glancing at Suming while stressing a certain word in her sentence more than the others..

Suming nearly choked on his own blood, feeling a stir within him once again. No wonder it was sometimes hard for him to control himself; Nangong had a truly enchanting side to her, presentable in the hall and unstoppable in bed, though less remarkable in the kitchen—of course, that depended on what one intended to do in the kitchen...

"Stop, stop, stop, if we go again I won't be able to walk, and I still have to work tomorrow." Nangong hurriedly put away her seductive expression, a bit fearful as she glanced at the corner of the private room, "Could there be any cameras here?"

"If there are cameras, I'll tear down their shop!" Suming said nonchalantly. This hotel had shares owned by Zhao Yun, and was also a partner of Huating Reservoir and Great Sage Liquor Industry, so he knew the place inside and out. The hotel was of a higher caliber and respected the privacy of its clients; otherwise, Suming wouldn't have dared to make such a move in the private room.

"Let's talk serious." Nangong, recalling the scene at the dinner table, asked with some concern, "You don't think my family was giving you a hard time, do you? It was our first meeting and they made you drink so much. My uncle too, I'll talk to him."

If it had been for something else, Suming definitely wouldn't have drunk that much, but this was no 'something else.' So he chuckled and tousled Nangong's hair, "Silly girl, if someday my daughter wanted to marry a bad boy, I would do the same. Don't worry about dealing with your family; leave it to me. Rest assured, I'm a fine businessman, after all. If I can't handle a little family matter, how could I get by in society? Guan Gong managed to pass five levels and kill six generals just to establish a base, so what's drinking some wine and facing a few challenges for my own dear wife?"

"Hmm!" Nangong felt so sweet inside it was as if honey could pour out.

After resting for a while, Suming helped Nangong to her feet, her long legs as wobbly as noodles. Walking in high heels, she swayed unsteadily, nearly falling after two steps, and had to cling to Suming's arm like a koala, sneaking a glance around and quickly scurrying down to the Jeep Wrangler.

After sending Nangong home, Suming returned to Whisperwind Pavilion and got a good night's sleep.

The next day, he got up, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and went online.

In his inbox, there was an internal email from Shen Yan.

On social media, things were not quite peaceful.