To marry into the family in place of his brother? Impossible!

Shen Qinghan finally withdrew his gaze, his voice slightly hoarse, "Fine, I choose punishment."

"Huh? Team leader, you're cheating!"

A murmur of disappointment rippled through the crowd; they were quite disheartened that they hadn't gotten any exciting gossip.

However, since Shen Qinghan said he would be punished, they just made a fuss and that was the end of it.

"What's the punishment? Three cups of slapstick?"

Shen Qinghan picked up his wine glass and drank three glasses in a row, quickly and forcefully, without changing his expression.

"Is that enough?" She put down her wine glass and wiped her mouth.

"Team leader, you've got a huge talent!" someone nearby gave a thumbs up.

The game continues.

Shen Qinghan sat down, picked up his wine glass again, and slowly sipped his wine.

Her expression remained unchanged, still aloof and indifferent, as if nothing had happened.

But no one noticed that she was gripping the wine glass tighter than usual, and her knuckles were slightly white.

Moreover, she never looked at Jiang Jin Huan again after that.

It wasn't a deliberate avoidance, but rather as if Jiang Jinhuan didn't exist.

The game was in full swing, and Shen Qinghan was occasionally called upon, but she would simply drink the drink and never choose dare again.

The ninth round.

Jiang Jinhuan turned over his card—the 4 of diamonds.

"Jin Huan has the lowest score!" Fatty Zhou's eyes lit up as he flipped over his card—the Jack of Clubs, his highest score again. "Haha, today is my lucky day!"

Jiang Jin Huan put down his cards: "Truth or dare."

Fatty Zhou scratched his head, thought for a moment, and then suddenly grinned mischievously: "Then let me ask you, among your female colleagues here, is there a girl you like? If so, who is she?"

The question immediately silenced the private room.

The few girls present all looked at Jiang Jinhuan, some of them with excitement.

There's no way around it, Jiang Jin Huan has the looks, the ability, and an exceptionally good personality; he's simply the perfect husband material.

The girl who said she had a boyfriend in the technical department was now looking at Jiang Jinhuan with burning eyes.

Everyone believed that as long as Jiang Jinhuan chose her, she would not hesitate to dump that man from the technical department.

Everyone perked up their ears.

Shen Qinghan paused for a moment, holding the wine glass, but she didn't look up. Her gaze remained fixed on the liquid in the glass, as if she were studying something.

Jiang Jin Huan replied calmly and without hesitation, "No!"

There's only one word, as concise as he is.

Fatty Zhou was stunned for a moment: "Really? Not a single one?"

"No!" Jiang Jinhuan repeated, his tone firm and resolute.

A sigh of disappointment echoed from the private room.

"Jin Huan, you're so boring. There are so many beautiful women in our group, and you're not even attracted to one of them?" Fatty Zhou said, still not giving up, glancing at Shen Qinghan beside him.

"Exactly, exactly! Are you blind? Aren't we pretty? If you don't like us, do you not even like Team Leader Shen?" a girl next to them said, not wanting to miss out on the fun.

The crowd chimed in, "That's right! Our Team Leader Shen is the dream girl of every male employee at Xingyao! How can you not be interested?"

Of course, someone couldn't stand Jiang Jinhuan's behavior and scoffed, "What are you pretending for?! I don't believe he doesn't have a shred of goodwill towards Team Leader Shen!"

"Exactly. If Team Leader Shen weren't here, what he said would have some credibility. But now that Team Leader Shen is here, what he says is just bullshit."

Jiang Jinhuan simply smiled and offered no explanation.

Shen Qinghan held the wine glass and drank the rest of the wine in one gulp.

Her face was expressionless, with even a faint smile on her lips, as if she were listening to an unimportant answer.

But she drank the wine a beat faster than usual.

Her left hand was under the table at some point, clenched into a fist, her knuckles turning white.

"Keep going, keep going!" Fatty Zhou looked at everyone speechlessly, as if he couldn't get them to cooperate, and then told them to draw cards again.

Shen Qinghan leaned back in her chair, her gaze fixed on the night outside the window.

Her expression was as calm as if she were wearing a mask. She took a deep breath, picked up her glass, poured herself another glass of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Team leader, you've had quite a bit to drink today," a colleague reminded her.

"It's nothing, I'm happy!" Shen Qinghan smiled, a smile so bright that no one could see through her facade.

Jiang Jinhuan sat next to her, and when he caught a glimpse of her drinking, he frowned slightly.

He wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

The dinner party ended at 10 p.m.

My colleagues came out of the private room in twos and threes. Most of them had drunk quite a bit and their faces were flushed from the alcohol.

Fatty Zhou also drank quite a bit, but his mind was still relatively clear.

He glanced around at the people, his gaze settling on Shen Qinghan.

Shen Qinghan leaned against the wall by the door of the private room, her face flushed and her eyes somewhat hazy.

She did drink quite a bit tonight.

"The team leader's had too much to drink," Fatty Zhou patted Jiang Jinhuan on the shoulder. "We need to find someone to take her home. Jinhuan, you take the team leader home!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Qinghan tightened her grip on her bag slightly. Her gaze unconsciously drifted towards Jiang Jinhuan's direction. She remained silent, seemingly waiting for Jiang Jinhuan's answer.

Jiang Jinhuan was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Fatty Zhou with some annoyance.

You really know how to bring up the most sensitive topic!

"I'll take Team Leader Shen home," Lin Yuan said, stepping forward. "My house is in that direction too, it's on my way."

Shen Qinghan suddenly looked up in Jiang Jinhuan's direction. "Jiang Jinhuan, could you give me a ride?"

There was a moment of silence.

Jiang Jinhuan frowned. Could it be that Shen Qinghan and Lin Yuan were having a cold war?

Is Shen Qinghan deliberately trying to provoke Lin Yuan?

Lin Yuan's face stiffened slightly. "Team leader, I can actually do it too!"

However, Shen Qinghan did not speak, but glanced drunkenly in the direction of Jiang Jinhuan.

Jiang Jinhuan raised an eyebrow slightly, looking somewhat annoyed.

He hates the feeling of being used as a tool.

Looking at the drunken Shen Qinghan, his eyes flickered, and he was somewhat displeased.

"Since you're going to play, then don't regret it!"

Jiang Jinhuan's eyes turned somewhat cold. Then, that coldness vanished.

Jiang Jin Huan suddenly stepped forward and said, "Okay, I'll take the team leader back."

After saying that, he looked at Lin Yuan and said, "Brother Lin, we won't trouble you!"

Lin Yuan quickly pulled Jiang Jin Huan back, saying, "If you have something to do, don't force yourself!"

At this moment, Shen Qinghan had already hailed a taxi and said to Jiang Jinhuan, "Let's go!"

Her steps were a little unsteady.

Jiang Jinhuan broke free from Lin Yuan's hand and stepped forward to support Shen Qinghan.

Shen Qinghan seemed to have found someone to lean on and clung to Jiang Jinhuan.

Jiang Jinhuan picked Shen Qinghan up in his arms.

The room was quiet.

Jiang Jinhuan glanced coldly at Lin Yuan, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

However, apart from his dark expression, Lin Yuan didn't seem to make any other moves.

This surprised Jiang Jinhuan. Had he misunderstood?

Lin Yuan and Shen Qinghan are not in a romantic relationship.

If so, Lin Yuan should have rushed over to snatch the person away.

Unless the relationship between Lin Yuan and Shen Qinghan is not what he thinks.

Filled with doubt, Jiang Jinhuan carried Shen Qinghan and strode toward the taxi.

He didn't notice that Shen Qinghan's eyes were slightly open, and she was looking at him with a blush on her face.

All the coldness I felt in the bar just now has vanished without a trace.

Almost instinctively, her arms wrapped around Jiang Jinhuan's neck, her eyes gazing intently at his strong jawline.