Tomb raiders: You stole my little Qilin?

A few more days passed, and Zhang Haimo and Zhang Hailou were about to return home.

They stayed in Beijing because they were worried about Wu Wei's safety.

The Wang family is currently like a stray dog, and dares not show their faces easily in the short term, so Wu Wei advised the two to go back.

The two initially tried to refuse again, but Wu Wei's attitude was firm, and they couldn't persuade him otherwise, so they finally had to agree.

Tonight is the last night before departure.

Instead of cooking themselves, the group contacted their usual restaurant and had a meal delivered.

The dishes were exceptionally plentiful, a mix of meat and vegetables, filling the entire stone table.

Black Bear also bought a lot of wine.

He remembered that Wu Wei had asked him and Zhang Qiling who had a better alcohol tolerance last time, so he made up his mind to find out who was better tonight.

At the dinner table, Zhang Haimo was the most reluctant to part.

He's been here for days, but he hasn't gone out to play games with Wu Wei yet.

He was about to leave, and as he raised his glass to Wu Wei, his eyes welling up with tears, he said, "Next time we meet, we must go to an internet cafe and play a good game all day."

Wu Wei smiled and raised his glass: "Okay."

Zhang Hailou scoffed from the side, "How old are you, still playing games? How childish!"

Zhang Haimo rolled his eyes: "What do you know?"

Wu Wei quickly spoke up for his gaming partner: "Brother Hai Lou, this is called keeping up with the times."

The three of them chatted away, making it quite lively.

After a few rounds of drinks, Zhang Qiling and Hei Xiazi went out for a while.

The two stood outside the courtyard and chatted about something.

When Hei Xiazi returned, his expression was somewhat complicated, and the way he looked at Wu Wei was different from usual.

Wu Wei noticed his gaze, turned his head and asked, "Blind? What's wrong?"

Black Bear paused for a moment, then quickly put on his usual sly smile and sat down next to him:

"It's okay, I'll just wait and see how many drinks you have to go through today."

Wu Wei was not stubborn about this point.

He grew up in Hangzhou, so he can't really compete with these people in terms of alcohol tolerance.

He proactively stated, "I'm withdrawing from the ranking tournament."

Zhang Hailou asked, "What ranking?"

Wu Wei then told him about Hei Xiazi's argument with Zhang Qiling about "who has a better alcohol tolerance".

Upon hearing this, Zhang Hailou and Zhang Haimo also became interested and insisted on participating.

Wu Wei originally didn't intend to get involved, but he couldn't resist their commotion, so he had no choice but to raise his glass as well.

He sighed inwardly, thinking, "Oh well, getting drunk isn't so bad."

Even so, Wu Wei still kept a watchful eye on things.

The group was drinking strong liquor that Hei Xiazi had bought; it was extremely strong.

Wu Wei drank the Shaoxing wine he had brought back from Hangzhou last time; it had a relatively low alcohol content and was mild on the palate.

In addition, he kept eating his food, and after several rounds of drinks, he ended up getting Zhang Haimo drunk as well.

Wu Wei was actually a little confused, but he still grinned and leaned on the table: "Brother Haimo, this won't work either."

Zhang Hailou had also drunk quite a bit, and was feeling dizzy and started talking nonsense.

With his arm draped over Zhang Haimo's shoulder, who was already wide awake and in a daze, he adopted a "I'm the only one who's sober in a world of drunks" attitude and said in a low voice, "The clan leader really likes this place."

Zhang Haimo was already quite drunk, and upon hearing this, he blankly repeated, "Why does the clan leader like this place?"

Zhang Hailou smiled mysteriously: "The clan leader definitely likes them."

Zhang Haimo repeated, "Who do you like?"

Zhang Hailou immediately started spreading rumors: "I think the clan leader likes Blackie. Otherwise, why would he stay here all this time?"

Before Zhang Haimo could respond, he added, "Hey, Blackie likes our Xiao Wei. You see, he's even more attentive to Wu Wei than the clan chief."

Zhang Haimo blinked and gave a vague "Oh."

Zhang Hailou wasn't finished yet, and continued, "Our Xiao Wei likes the clan leader. Didn't you see the way he looks at the clan leader? His eyes are so bright, like a little puppy's."

Zhang Haimo repeated, "Like a little puppy."

Zhang Hailou concluded: "The entanglement between these three is truly deep!"

Zhang Haimo: "Really profound."

The two of them spoke and imitated, their voices coming in fits and starts, until finally they both lay down on the table and fell completely silent.

Wu Wei felt a buzzing in his ears and a throbbing in his head.

Hearing them whispering to each other, I found it both funny and inexplicably felt a tightness in my chest.

He didn't know what was bothering him, but he just felt unhappy.

Propping his face up, his eyes were already somewhat unfocused, and he forced a smile: "How come they both turn into idiots as soon as they touch alcohol?"

Hei Xiazi frowned upon hearing Zhang Hailou's drunken ramblings.

No wonder Zhang Qiling wanted Zhang Hailou to leave so badly; his mouth is really good at spreading rumors.

He was about to curse when he saw that Zhang Qiling reacted even more strongly, standing up with a dark face and heading towards the room.

Wu Wei blinked and realized Zhang Qiling was gone. He shook his head and asked, "Hey, where's Little Brother?"

Black Bear was still quite lucid, and said with schadenfreude, "He probably went to get a knife, right?"

Wu Wei blinked in confusion: "Really?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Qiling indeed came in with the Black Gold Ancient Sword.

Wu Wei, startled, sobered up a bit and quickly stepped forward to stop him: "Young man, don't be impulsive!"

Zhang Qiling dodged Wu Wei's hand and raised his knife with a dark expression.

In a moment of panic, Wu Wei grabbed Zhang Qiling's waist and shouted, "Brother Hailou, Brother Hailou, Zhang Hailou!"

Zhang Hailou was jolted awake by the alcohol and startled to see Zhang Qiling raising his sword with a grim expression: "Clan leader, what are you doing?"

Zhang Qiling was held by the waist by Wu Wei, unable to move forward, and he killed him with his eyes.

Zhang Hailou suddenly remembered what he had said, gave an embarrassed smile, and quickly ran away.

Halfway there, he even carried Zhang Haimo, who was lying on the table, away with great loyalty.

Wu Wei slowly released his arm only after Zhang Hailou left.

Afraid that Zhang Qiling would chase after him, he quickly pulled him onto a stool: "Brother, don't mind him, he's just talking nonsense."

He then filled Zhang Qiling's wine glass, saying, "Never mind them, the battle is still undecided, let's continue."

Zhang Qiling's expression improved slightly, and he picked up his wine cup and drank it all in one gulp.

Hei Xiazi and Wu Wei had a drink with him.

Wu Wei urged Zhang Qiling to drink a few cups of wine, but he himself collapsed first, his forehead resting on the edge of the table, the aftertaste of the yellow wine slowly spreading between his lips and teeth.

Seeing that their "referee" was already unconscious, Black Bear put down his wine glass and said:

"It seems there's no clear winner this time; we'll have to wait for you to come back before we can compete again."

Zhang Qiling's face showed a look of entrustment:

"Keep an eye on Wu Wei for me. Don't let him know, and don't let him go back to the Zhang family."

Hei Xiazi gave a bitter smile: "He'll definitely find out after you leave, and I don't know how upset he'll be then."

Zhang Qiling smiled and looked at Wu Wei with tender eyes: "It will be alright. Wu Wei will be happy."

Hei Xiazi was silent for a moment, then asked, "Is it absolutely necessary to go?"

Zhang Qiling hummed in agreement and said earnestly, "Please."

Black Bear poured himself a glass of wine and raised it.

Zhang Qiling cooperated.

The night breeze blew in from the courtyard gate, making the smell of wine on the table even stronger.

Zhang Qiling picked Wu Wei up and carried him to the bed, then covered him with a blanket.

Recalling the last time Wu Wei was drunk, he smiled gently and touched Wu Wei's nose.

Goodnight, Wu Wei.

He only said goodnight twice, and both times it was to the person in front of him.

This is the person who promised to stay with him forever, yet is about to be separated from him.

The courtyard was quiet, with only the moon slowly, very slowly moving over the wall.