Don't think I have a good temper.

"Outrageous!"

Chang Yuzhou was furious, scolding, "You impolite brat! I am at least your grandfather's generation. How dare you—"

Before he could finish, he sensed something was off.

The people around him were giving him meaningful looks. Following their gazes, he realized Lu Zhensheng's face had darkened.

Lu Ming thought to himself that this was foolish. Insulting Lu Han for being rude was essentially insulting his father.

But Lu Han was indeed impressive.

Lu Ming felt he needed to reassess his half-brother. Not willing to suffer in silence, Lu Han's counterattack was sharp and direct.

So it wasn't surprising that Grandpa Chang lost his composure. Being ridiculed by a junior would make anyone lose face, let alone consider what should or shouldn't be said.

Lu Ming sighed inwardly. He had hoped to test his father's limits through the company elders and create trouble for Lu Han, but now everything was ruined.

"Uncle Chang, I call you uncle out of respect for your past service to my father," Lu Zhensheng said coldly. "But now you're overstepping your bounds, showing no regard for me?"

"Zhengsheng..."

Chang Yuzhou's lips trembled as he quickly apologized, "I didn't mean to disrespect you. It was just a slip of the tongue. Please don't take it personally."

Lu Zhensheng snorted, finishing his drink and moving on to the next table.

Lu Han raised his glass to others, deliberately ignoring Chang Yuzhou, and drank deeply.

Chang Yuzhou's face turned red and then pale. Feeling embarrassed, Lu Ming smiled and drank first, restoring some of Chang Yuzhou's dignity.

The newly engaged couple continued to toast, and the atmosphere improved significantly. Almost every table stood up to congratulate them, with many ladies slipping red envelopes into Su Qingli's hands.

This gesture was extra, usually not large amounts, but it pleased Lu Zhensheng greatly.

Thus, while Chang Yuzhou was an exception, most people were quite astute.

The engagement banquet had sixty-six tables. The glasses were small, but constant drinking took its toll.

Lu Han prepared to drink two jin (about 1 kilogram) of baijiu, but halfway through, Su Qingli couldn't bear to see him drink anymore and told the guests, "Lu Han has had enough. Let me drink this one for him."

She switched from wine to baijiu, downing Lu Han's glass in one go.

This act won applause, making Lu Zhensheng proud. He looked at Su Qingli with admiration; she knew how to care for her husband, which made Lu Han fortunate.

When would the young couple have children?

Lu Zhensheng, now in his early fifties, felt it was time for him to become a grandfather.

He didn't mind whether it was a boy or a girl. They could always have more kids if necessary. Who knows, they might end up with both grandsons and granddaughters?

Lu Zhensheng happily imagined enjoying his grandchildren.

Su Qingli's tolerance for alcohol was decent, having often attended social events where drinking was common. However, after several drinks, she began to feel the effects.

Her cheeks flushed, her eyes half-closed, she looked stunningly beautiful.

Now it was Su Qiuchao and Xie Qingwan's turn to worry about their daughter, but today's occasion made it difficult to intervene.

Su Qingli was swaying slightly, leaning on Lu Han for support. Her feet felt like they were on cotton, and she was dizzy.

Lu Han knew Su Qingli couldn't continue drinking. But then Lu Xue came over with a smile, taking over for her future sister-in-law to shield Lu Han from more drinks.

"Xue'er."

Just as Lu Xue returned the glass to Lu Han, Lu Ming pulled her aside, frowning, "It's fine for your sister-in-law to drink for her husband, but why are you joining in?"

"I want to, and you can't stop me," she replied defiantly.

Her words nearly infuriated Lu Ming, but Lu Xue ignored him and continued drinking for Lu Han without any ill effects.

"Brother, don't worry. I can handle it."

Lu Xue felt warm under Lu Han's concerned gaze.

This wasn't bravado or comfort; she genuinely had a high tolerance for alcohol.

How did Lu Xue discover her exceptional tolerance? It happened unexpectedly.

As a key member of Jiangcheng University's student council, during a successful campus event, everyone went out to celebrate afterward.

A male student tried to pressure her into drinking.

Lu Xue refused, but the guy persisted, even boasting he'd drink two cups for every one she drank.

This annoyed Lu Xue, who confirmed his promise and then downed an entire bottle of baijiu in one go...

Everyone was stunned, including the guy, who was left speechless. Having made the boast, he had no choice but to drink two bottles, barely eating anything before needing to be taken to the hospital for gastric bleeding.

Lu Xue remained unharmed, and the story spread. From then on, no one dared challenge her to drink.

So when a woman dares to drink, men should be cautious; her tolerance might surprise them.

By the end of the banquet, Lu Zhensheng, unable to hold his liquor, left early.

But Lu Han stopped Lu Ming from leaving.

"Come, let's talk alone."

Lu Han walked outside, and Lu Ming followed, shrugging his shoulders.

They reached an open platform, where the cool breeze refreshed Lu Han after all the drinking.

Turning around, Lu Han grabbed Lu Ming by the collar, sneering, "Today is my happy day, and my mother is watching from heaven. You incited others to spoil it. Do you really think I'm easy-going?"

With no one else around, Lu Ming dropped the pretense, mocking, "I did try to ruin your day. What can you do about it?"

"Hmm..."

Suddenly, Lu Han tightened his grip on Lu Ming's neck, lifting him with one hand.

Lu Ming felt uneasy, regretting not bringing Chen Shu or Li Dongsheng along.

But he didn't believe Lu Han would dare harm him, so he remained defiant.

The platform had a waist-high railing, but Lu Han effortlessly held Lu Ming over the edge. If he let go, Lu Ming would fall.

Lu Ming clung to Lu Han's arm, looking down nervously. About five to six meters below, equivalent to three or four stories, a fall would result in serious injury or death.

"Go ahead and throw me... Oh my god!"

One moment Lu Ming was taunting, the next, as Lu Han released his grip, he started falling...

What the hell, he was serious?

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