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"The person who hit you doesn't know that your father is the Underworld Godfather. If he knew your father's identity, he definitely wouldn't have laid a hand on you." Ouyang Qiming didn't understand why Murong Xiuxian didn't publicly acknowledge her father as the Underworld Godfather at school.
"My dad is my dad, and I am me. I don't want to rely on my dad to live," Murong Xiuxian's words were profound. Ouyang Qiming listened, somewhat confused: "Beer isn't enough; I still prefer aged red wine."
Murong Xiuxian then set down the half-drunk beer can, stood up, and seemed a bit tipsy as she staggered slightly before steadying herself and walking toward the door of the room.
When she returned, Murong Xiuxian was holding two bottles of 1965 French red wine and two tall glasses.
She placed the two bottles of red wine and the glasses on the coffee table, opened one of the bottles, poured red wine into each glass, picked up both glasses, and handed one to Ouyang Qiming. Ouyang Qiming set down his beer can and took the glass of red wine from Murong Xiuxian. The two clinked their glasses, exchanged a glance, and said in unison, "Cheers."
Then, they both drank their full glasses of red wine in one go.
Murong Xiuxian didn't go to school today, and Murong Yunliang had sent someone to investigate at school but found not a single clue about who had beaten Murong Xiuxian.
After reading half a newspaper in the hall, worried that his son Murong Xiuxian's wounds might become infected if not properly treated, he sighed and fetched some medicine. He walked out of the hall, down a long corridor, and stopped at Murong Xiuxian's door before pushing it open.
Seeing the floor littered with beer cans and two empty bottles of 1965 French red wine, Murong Yunliang was furious: "My red wine!"
Lying on two double sofas were Murong Xiuxian and Ouyang Qiming, both already drunk and sound asleep.
Seeing them sprawled on the sofa, fast asleep, Murong Yunliang's forehead bulged with veins in anger: "You little rascals! This is my precious collection; I wouldn't even dare to drink it myself, yet you two finished it all!"
Fuming, he walked over to the sofa where Murong Xiuxian was lying and shouted angrily: "Get up, you brat! Get up!"
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