My Dongguan Love Story

Before they'd even touched a bite of food, they'd already finished two bottles of Moutai.

Zhang Peng's plan was that people get drunk easily on an empty stomach, so he took advantage of Da Zhuang's recent return from work to get him drunk by making him drink on an empty stomach.

However, even after finishing both bottles of Moutai, there wasn't a trace of drunkenness on his face.

He couldn't help but murmur to himself:

"You have such a high alcohol tolerance?"

An ordinary person who drinks a bottle of Moutai, while not necessarily going to pass out drunk, will at least experience some intoxication.

He had rarely encountered a situation like Dazhuang, who showed no signs of drunkenness whatsoever.

No problem, if one bottle doesn't make me drunk, I'll just have a few more.

Anyway, he has a high alcohol tolerance; he can drink at least three bottles of 53-proof Moutai.

Thinking of this, he stood up and went to the liquor cabinet to get four more bottles of Moutai. He opened one for Dazhuang and handed it to him.

"Brother Zhuang, drinking from those little glasses is no fun, let's just chug it straight from the bottle, shall we?"

Drinking Moutai straight from the bottle?

I looked at Zhang Peng with a puzzled expression.

Honestly, I've never seen anyone drink Moutai straight from the bottle. How do you even do that?

Seeing Zhang Peng's smiling face, even if I were stupid, I would realize that this guy was trying to get me drunk.

I turned to look at Zhang Xiaoqian beside me and saw her glaring at me angrily. I immediately understood what was going on.

So Zhang Peng was standing up for Zhang Xiaoqian and wanted to get me drunk to get revenge?

Sure, I've never been afraid of anyone when it comes to drinking.

I picked up my rice bowl and poured the Moutai liquor into it. The large bowl was filled to the brim. After the Moutai was poured out, some water droplets remained, dripping onto the surface of the bowl and creating ripples.

Seeing how readily I agreed, Zhang Peng smiled and poured all the Moutai into the bowl.

"Come on, let's have one!"

He picked up the bowl and nudged me, staring intently at me. Only after I brought the bowl to my lips, tilted my head back, and slowly finished the entire bowl of wine did he relax.

He tilted his head back, poured the contents of the bowl into his mouth, and drank it all in one gulp.

The liquor traveled down his throat and into his stomach, sending a burning sensation that spread and seemed to boil repeatedly inside him, making his face flush red.

After downing two bottles of Moutai, my stomach felt completely full, and I felt a little lightheaded.

He was feeling tipsy, but instead of being worried, he was all smiles.

In his mind, if he, with his high alcohol tolerance, was already feeling tipsy, then I was probably already so drunk I was about to collapse.

As a result, when he turned to look at me, he was taken aback.

Aside from a slight flush on my face, my eyes weren't cloudy; on the contrary, they were quite clear. I didn't look drunk at all.

This made his heart skip a beat.

Oh no, we've run into a master. He's not even drunk?

Zhang Peng panicked a little, unsure whether he should continue drinking.

Seeing that he didn't react, Zhang Xiaoqian got angry and pinched his thigh:

"Drink up, keep drinking."

"it is good."

Seeing Zhang Xiaoqian say this, Zhang Peng gritted his teeth, opened the third bottle of Moutai, and toasted me:

"Brother Zhuang, you've got a great capacity for alcohol. Let's keep drinking."

Seeing Zhang Peng's flushed face, still trying to get me drunk, I immediately laughed:

"Alright, come on, let's drink until we drop!"

"We won't leave until we're drunk!"

Zhang Peng was somewhat surprised to see that I had finished another bowl of wine in one go without getting drunk. He thought to himself, "This bastard can really drink?"

He forced himself to finish the drink.

After finishing the bowl of wine, Zhang Peng swayed slightly. Not long after sitting down, the effects kicked in, and he became completely drunk, his head spinning.

His eyes were glazed over. He picked up the empty wine glass and took a few sips. Seeing that there was no more wine, he went to get a bottle of Moutai and poured it in.

He glanced at me, then looked at Zhao Fengyue:

"Auntie, let's have a drink too."

"Okay." Sister Zhao nodded and raised her glass when she saw Zhang Peng toasting her.

Zhang Peng clinked his wine glass against hers, leered at Zhao Fengyue for a while, and then suddenly laughed:

"Auntie is so old, but she still has a lot of charm. Her waist is so slim, and that's amazing."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fengyue's face turned ashen, and she looked at Zhang Xiaoqian:

"Look at the kind of person you've hired!"

Although Zhang Xiaoqian saw her boyfriend talking nonsense while drunk, she still retorted to Zhao Fengyue with a sour face:

"Who did I find? Is the man you find any better? He's just after our family's money."

Zhang Peng was drunk and couldn't hear them at all. He looked at Zhao Fengyue and laughed to himself:

"And, Auntie really knows how to have fun, she even found such a strong male model."

After getting drunk, he could no longer hide his true feelings and they kept spilling out:

"Big Zhuang is so burly, he must be really good in bed, haha, Auntie is so lucky. Auntie is like an old cow eating young grass, haha, an old cow eating young grass."

As he was talking, he suddenly passed out on the table.

"Useless." Seeing her boyfriend drunk, Zhang Xiaoqian kicked him with her right foot in anger and winked at the nanny next to her.

Seeing this, the nanny quickly came over and helped Zhang Peng upstairs with Zhang Xiaoqian on both sides.

Zhao Fengyue was so angry with Zhang Peng that she lost her appetite. After throwing her chopsticks on the table, she rubbed her temples.

"Dazhuang, shall we go up?"

"it is good."

I followed Sister Zhao up the stairs.

Sister Zhao held onto the handrail on the stairs, her waist swaying gently, her hips rising and falling slightly with each step. Watching her swaying waist, the desire within me gradually ignited.

Honestly, although Sister Zhao is a bit older, she still retains her charm. She's curvy in the right places and slender in the right places; she's still very feminine.

Upon reaching the second floor, I saw Zhang Xiaoqian open her door and peek out from inside. When she saw me, she snorted coldly and slammed the door shut.

I followed Sister Zhao past Zhang Xiaoqian's room and opened the door to the room next to hers.

When I went inside, I was amazed by the spaciousness of the room.

Her room looked very large, over 80 square meters. There was a small door on the inside, behind which was a study or office room.

In the center of the room, there is a two-meter-long bed, and above the head of the bed hangs a wedding photo of Sister Zhao and her ex-husband.

In the wedding photo, her ex-husband, with his hair slicked back, is embracing her, who is wearing a wedding dress.

The two of them looked ahead with big smiles on their faces.

It has to be said that Sister Zhao's ex-husband was quite handsome.

Sister Zhao was also very beautiful when she was young, and she looked a bit like Teresa Teng.

When Sister Zhao saw me looking at her marriage certificate, she also looked up.

The wedding photo had been hanging there for years, and she had simply forgotten to take it down. Seeing Dazhuang looking at the photo, she explained:

"My ex-husband was murdered in Hong Kong Island ten years ago. I have been a widow for the past ten years. You are the first man I brought home, and the only man who has touched me in these ten years."

I listened to her words and nodded.

Thinking to himself, Sister Zhao has been a widow for ten years, supporting her family and her company all by herself; it must have been quite difficult for her.

After Zhao Fengyue finished speaking, she grabbed a stool, took down her wedding photo, and looked at it in her hands. Tears welled up in her eyes. Looking at her husband, who had passed away many years ago, she felt a sense of peace at that moment.

From now on, she will live the life a normal woman should have.

After letting go of the past, she felt more at ease. She went to the bathroom and turned on the bathtub faucet.

As the bathtub filled with water, the flowing water rippled the rose petals floating on top.

Zhao Fengyue unbuttoned her cheongsam, and after unbuttoning a few buttons, she suddenly remembered something. A blush rose to her face, and she turned and walked to the bathroom door, peeking half her head out to look at me:

"Dazhuang, wanna shower together?"