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"Everyone, please take your seats. The dishes are ready and will be served shortly. To celebrate Mo Ming's safe return, we must drink until we are all intoxicated!" Murong Wei looked at Mo Ming and smiled, "We've all put aside our dignity to give him a surprise, but he claims he wasn't surprised. So we must drink him into a surprise!"
As they waited for Mo Ming to return, everyone was already hungry, their stomachs rumbling. Upon hearing Murong Wei's words, laughter erupted in the room. This so-called surprise was indeed quite childish, but it didn't feel awkward because Mo Ming was back safely; a little childishness was no big deal.
After the laughter subsided, everyone took their seats. Since Poisonous Madness and Luoxiwei were newcomers, Mo Ming naturally introduced them to each other. As everyone here had a good relationship with Mo Ming, they quickly got along well. The food was served during the introductions, and the spread was lavish, a true feast.
During the banquet, everyone enjoyed themselves while eating and chatting. It seemed they had all agreed on various reasons to keep pouring drinks for Mo Ming, insisting he drink several glasses before they would stop. Mo Ming didn't mind at all.
The atmosphere was great—lively and engaging. No matter how many people were present, Mo Ming, a regular at nightclubs, could handle his liquor well; he could drink as much as he wanted and see who would be the first to fall!
In the end, it was Murong Wei, who couldn't hold his liquor, that took a break first. He appeared unusually happy today, drinking vigorously and constantly expressing his gratitude to Mo Ming. He mentioned that without Mo Ming's help, he didn't know when his father-daughter relationship would return to normal.
Murong Lian sat quietly without saying a word, occasionally glancing at Mo Ming, who always wore a calm smile. It was unclear what she was thinking. Sitting next to Mo Ming, Lin Yuan'er noticed this but felt no jealousy; instead, a faint smile appeared on her lips.
Long ago, Lin Yuan'er had realized that Murong Lian had feelings for Mo Ming. As for whether Mo Ming knew about it, she wasn't sure. However, judging by Mo Ming's actions, he certainly didn't want to hinder Murong Lian's happiness.
By the end of the evening, both Fuxi and Poisonous Madness were nearly passed out from drinking too much. They were acting foolishly; while it was one thing for Poisonous Madness to lose her composure, it was quite another for Fuxi, a woman, to behave like a man by playing drinking games—truly a tough girl!
Mo Ming chatted with Fu Meng about the situation in Nanhua City during his absence. There wasn't anything unusual or suspicious about any groups infiltrating the area; however, they couldn't let their guard down. The members of the Dark Order were not ordinary people and could easily blend in unnoticed.
After the incident with the Golden Triangle, Mo Ming knew that many members of the Dark Order had infiltrated Nanhua City. Otherwise, how could they have arranged for Maurel to deliberately sow discord between him and Tate, even after disguising themselves?
With this in mind, Mo Ming felt it necessary to send some people from the Underworld to secretly gather information in Nanhua City. It was essential to be cautious; after all, their opponents were formidable. For the safety of those close to him, he needed to take this seriously.
Due to an order from his future wife, Oumengqi had called for He Yunsong to go shopping. With no choice but to comply with her command, he left with an expression of helplessness. After downing several drinks together with them, both Poisonous Madness and Fuxi ended up passed out; if they drank that heavily without getting drunk, it would have been fake liquor—each glass was whiskey!
Even little Fu Qingyun got drunk after just three glasses and collapsed unconscious. Meanwhile, the three women—Murong Lian, Lin Yuan'er, and Luoxiwei, who weren't drinking—began discussing topics typical among women.
The only ones left were Mo Ming and Fu Meng, still drinking and chatting as if they were competing gods of wine, neither willing to back down. However, in the end, it was Fu Meng who fell first. Mo Ming poked him a few times and called out several times without receiving a response, realizing that Fu Meng was truly drunk.
Mo Ming revealed a victorious smile. Although he hadn't collapsed, he was nearly intoxicated, acting a bit tipsy. He stood up, though he had some trouble maintaining his balance, and declared, "Hehe, is there anyone else? Who else is my opponent?"
With that statement, Mo Ming suddenly collapsed onto the ground. He tried to get back up but failed miserably; it seemed he was indeed drunk after finishing nearly nine bottles of whiskey. It was fortunate that he wasn't suffering from alcohol poisoning.
"Brother Mo, what are you doing acting drunk? Seriously, why drink so much?"
Lin Yuan'er hurriedly helped Mo Ming up, draping his arm over her shoulder for support. She turned to Murong Lian and said, "Sister Lian, Brother Mo is drunk. I'll take him to his room to rest."
After saying that, Lin Yuan'er struggled to help Mo Ming leave. Luoxiwei glanced around the room at the drunken individuals and said with a wry smile, "Sister Lian, why not arrange a few rooms here for them to rest for the night? They need to sober up."
"We women can't handle these big men; this is the only way. Let's have Manager Li find a few people to carry them to their rooms," Murong Lian replied with a bitter smile, nodding at Luoxiwei. "Xiweiyi, you can stay here. Tomorrow when we have time, Yuan'er and I will take you around."
"Sure, since I have no place to stay, I’ll just stay at the hotel. Sister Lian, just call me when you have time; if you're busy, it's fine too—don't let it interfere with your work," Luoxiwei said with a smile.
"Don't worry; my work isn't too demanding. It won't be a problem. You've been on a plane for so long; you should rest well tonight," Murong Lian said with a shake of her head and a smile before going out to find Li Xiulan to arrange rooms while Lin Yuan'er continued to support the barely walking Mo Ming.
Before long, Murong Lian returned with several strong men who helped carry Murong Wei and others to their assigned rooms while she drove away.
Mo Ming was heavy but still somewhat aware and able to walk; otherwise, Lin Yuan'er would have struggled to support him. Once inside the room, she carefully laid Mo Ming down and covered him with a blanket.
"I want more alcohol..." Even though Mo Ming was nearly unconscious lying on the soft bed, he mumbled about wanting more drinks. It seemed that he was truly dead drunk.
Lin Yuan'er looked at Mo Ming with happiness swelling in her heart; this was the man she loved—full of legendary charm and always so dazzling wherever he went.
When she was young, the scene of Mo Ming risking everything to save her remained etched in Lin Yuan'er's mind. At that time, Mo Ming's frail yet imposing figure left a deep impression on her.
It could be said that without Mo Ming, Lin Yuan'er would not have survived to this day. However, she knew in her heart that her attachment to him was not merely due to his life-saving grace; she truly loved him and felt that Mo Ming could provide her with the happiness and security she needed.
“Brother Mo, being able to marry you is the greatest happiness in my life. No matter what happens, I will never leave you. I want to be with you until we grow old together.”
Regardless of whether Mo Ming could hear her at that moment, Lin Yuan'er spoke those words with a smile on her face. She genuinely loved Mo Ming and longed for the romance of “holding hands and growing old together,” until they aged and forever.
Who would have known that just as Lin Yuan'er finished speaking, in a moment of haziness, Mo Ming suddenly grabbed her hand, pulling her into his embrace. He flipped over, pinning Lin Yuan'er beneath him, greedily kissing her enticing red lips while his hands began to unfasten her clothes...
After a passionate encounter, Mo Ming remained in a drunken state and soon fell into a deep sleep. Lin Yuan'er, lying beside him, wore a blissful smile at the corners of her mouth as she gazed at the sleeping Mo Ming, the curve of her smile becoming more pronounced.
This day had been long awaited by Lin Yuan'er. She had truly become Mo Ming's woman—not only did they have the official marriage certificate, but they also shared the reality of being husband and wife.
If a woman truly loves a man, she will think about having a baby for him, or even two. Since Lin Yuan'er genuinely loved Mo Ming, she naturally had such thoughts.
After looking at Mo Ming affectionately for a long time, Lin Yuan'er reluctantly got out of bed to take a shower. After all that had happened earlier, she was already drenched in fragrant sweat and felt uncomfortable without washing up.
When Lin Yuan'er emerged from the bathroom after her shower, Mo Ming had already sobered up. He was sitting up against the headboard, lost in thought, holding a half-burnt cigarette between his fingers with ash accumulating for quite some time without being flicked away.
“Brother Mo, are you awake? Don’t you want to sleep a little longer?”
Her gentle call brought Mo Ming back to reality. He moved his fingers, causing ash to fall onto the bed. He brushed off the ash and forced a smile at Lin Yuan'er, saying, “No need. I’m almost sober now.”
Patting the empty space beside him on the bed, Mo Ming said to Lin Yuan'er: “Yuan, come sit here. I have something to tell you.”
"Mm." Lin Yuan'er had a happy smile on her face as she lightly walked to the other side of the bed and lay down, saying, "Brother Mo, just say what you need to say; I'm listening."
"I got drunk earlier, and after I woke up, I realized what I did..." Mo Ming paused, hesitating for a long time before he finally forced a smile and said, "Yuan, I'm sorry. I think I really got drunk, so I did that to you. Will you blame me?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Yuan'er is your wife; how could I blame you? In fact, I'm very happy." Lin Yuan'er leaned against Mo Ming's shoulder, smiling foolishly as she said, "It's normal for couples to do that kind of thing. Brother Mo, why are you still saying sorry?"
Mo Ming was taken aback and looked at Lin Yuan'er. At that moment, she continued, "As your wife, I also want to receive more love from Brother Mo. I want to have many children with you and grow old together; this is my biggest wish now."
At this moment, Mo Ming felt that no more words were needed. His heart warmed as he held Lin Yuan'er tightly and said in a calm yet serious tone, "Yuan, I will make you happy."
What Mo Ming said was not "I will take responsibility," but rather "I will make you happy." He didn't want Lin Yuan'er to feel that he was taking care of her out of obligation; he just wanted her to know that he, Mo Ming, would never let her down!
That statement wasn't as romantic as a vow of eternal love, but it filled Lin Yuan'er with a solid sense of happiness. This man, regardless of whether he had others in his heart or not, was truly worth her lifetime of waiting.
"Brother Mo, I want to have a child for you..." Lin Yuan'er smiled. There was no seduction or flirtation in her smile; it was filled only with happiness. Her eyes were soft and watery as she looked at Mo Ming with a hint of allure in her expression.
As a man, if Mo Ming didn't take the initiative now, it would be meaningless. Under the temptation of those red lips, Mo Ming turned off the light and pounced forward. The room once again blossomed with springtime warmth; the beauty faded away but laughter remained.
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