My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 122: Chapter 0122: Ye Xiong vs Luo Weiwei_1
The woman was dressed in a black, sparkly, belly-revealing miniskirt with a deep V-neckline, looking incredibly seductive!

Despite being such a beautiful girl, she wore not a bit of makeup on her face, pure natural beauty!

What was most attractive was the wild beauty she exuded, like a gorgeous female leopard.

Ye Xiong had dealt with Luo Weiwei often, but he had never seen her so provocative, and suddenly he found it hard to take his eyes off her.

“Which department is this chick from? She’s smoking hot,” Du Feiyu’s eyes gleamed with a wolf-like intensity.

“How come I’ve never seen her before? Could she be new to the hotel?”

“Nobody better compete with me; whoever dares to fight me for her, I’ll go all out.”

A bunch of drunken men suddenly turned into beasts, as if they couldn’t wait to pounce on Luo Weiwei and take her then and there.

On the nearby sofa, Du Yuehua had a headache coming on. She hadn’t expected Luo Weiwei to actually come, let alone in such a wildly sexy outfit. Wasn’t this stirring up a hornet’s nest?

“Who says women don’t have the guts? Haven’t you ever heard of the term ‘in vitro fertilization’? Without you stinking men, we women can still give birth and bring up children,” Luo Weiwei suddenly spoke, immediately setting off a ripple through the crowd.

“Then please tell us, where does the stuff in the test tube come from?”

“Isn’t it from us men?”

“For all we know, it could be Xia Fei’s contribution; the kid donated some time ago and even earned some drinking money.”

A group of men burst into raucous laughter.

“Madness, complete madness,” Du Yuehua was at a loss for words.

Luo Weiwei’s gaze locked onto the two men who had just spoken, pointing sharply, “You two are so brave, aren’t you? Get up here, now.”

Two men were called out. If they didn’t stand up, they’d be disgraced, so they walked up to the bar table.

Without a word, Luo Weiwei picked up a cocktail on the table and downed it in one go. She didn’t stop at one but kept them coming, consuming four glasses in a short moment. Her ferocity stunned everyone into shouts of awe.

“Two glasses each, down them. Anyone who can’t isn’t a man,” Luo Weiwei wiped the corner of her mouth and sneered.

With no choice, the two men took up the challenge and after downing two glasses each, they clutched their mouths and rushed to the washroom, bickering to get there first.

“Who else has got the guts?” Luo Weiwei shouted.

Two more men stepped up, and they, too, were brought down by Luo Weiwei’s drinking.

Just as Ye Xiong was about to leave, Du Yuehua grabbed his hand and said, “You can go out and try, see if you don’t get drunk to death.”

“She’s just a woman; if I can’t outdrink her, am I still a man?” Ye Xiong patted his chest confidently.

“Weiwei is immune to alcohol; for her, drinking is like drinking plain water. Do you know how I met her? It was at a bar table. That time, she, a lone woman, knocked over a dozen big men.”

Hearing that she was one of those people with a rare immunity to alcohol, one in a million, he couldn’t believe he had encountered her.

Ye Xiong completely deflated, realizing that challenging her to a drinking duel was simply courting death.

“Sister Hua, I’m going to take off now, I’ll call you later,” he said.

Bending over, Ye Xiong sneaked toward the door; he was almost there when suddenly a thunderous shout rang out.

“Ye Xiong, stop right there!”

Luo Weiwei stood up abruptly, hand on her hip, the other pointing commandingly, exuding the presence of a female general as she ordered, “Sisters, help me catch him.”

A group of waitresses followed her pointing finger, quickly spotting Ye Xiong trying to make a sneaky exit, and surged toward him en masse.

“Grab him, don’t let him escape!”

“Thinking of sneaking off? No way.”

Under the leadership of bandit chief Luo Weiwei, a gang of female thugs swiftly surrounded Ye Xiong.

“I’m not escaping; I was just going to the washroom,” Ye Xiong quickly explained.

“Isn’t there a washroom inside the private room?”

“Who goes to the washroom all sly and secretive like that?”

“You clearly just want to run away.”

“You grab the arms, I grab the legs…”

A group of female bandits immediately lifted Ye Xiong.

“Hey hey, who’s that, don’t grab my third leg, be careful it doesn’t break.” Ye Xiong started shouting.

The more he spoke, the more these drunk women kept trying to grab his third leg, scaring him into tightly covering up to evade the fate of losing his sexual blessings for the lower half of his body.

Pressing Ye Xiong onto the drinking table, a gang of female bandits surrounded him tightly, not letting him escape.

Luo Weiwei’s face was flushed red, the alcohol making her particularly appealing. That face, those lips, those captivating eyes, had a unique flavor, like a juicy peach, looking especially soul-stirring.

“What, don’t you recognize me?” Luo Weiwei winked at him, licked the corner of her mouth, and Ye Xiong felt his hormones skyrocket.

It must be his eyes playing tricks on him!

When did the motherly Luo Weiwei ever exhibit such seductive behavior?

“Weiwei, we know each other so well, isn’t it better to point the guns outwards, why are we fighting amongst ourselves?”

Ye Xiong sat down next to Luo Weiwei and belted out loudly, “I’ll partner with Weiwei, the two of us versus all of you, come on!”

After saying this, he even struck a melodramatic pose, as if he were resigned to his fate.

“Get lost, who wants to be in the same group with you? If you’re scared, just holler ‘Mom’ three times, and I’ll let you go.”

“Mom, I want to suckle.” Ye Xiong cried out in a childlike voice.

Boom!

The whole place burst into laughter.

“Are you even a man? If you are a man, then take me on in a drinking match.”

A drinking match to the death with her was a definite path to destruction, but without competing, he couldn’t maintain his dignity.

Ye Xiong thought for a moment, and then an idea flashed through his mind: “I’ll compete with you, but only with beer, not cocktails. Do you know how expensive these cocktails are? You’ve already downed several thousand just now.”

Luo Weiwei was well aware of Ye Xiong’s personality, with his drinking capacity, beers couldn’t possibly make him drunk. Even if she felt bloated, she couldn’t outdrink him.

At that moment, Luo Weiwei suddenly gestured for him to come closer.

“What is it?” Ye Xiong leaned in closer.

Because he leaned in, he could see the round and full half-moon through her neckline, who would not do so?

“Didn’t you ask me whether I liked 7 Days Inn or Home Inn more? I’ll give you my answer now. Actually, I like neither. I like being under the sky, under the moon, amidst the mountains and fields, feeling the breeze, listening to the sound of night birds, lying on the grass… do you understand?” Luo Weiwei gazed at him intently.

If he didn’t understand even this, Ye Xiong had lived his life in vain.

She had said so much nonsense, but it all summed up to two words: field battle.

There probably isn’t a man in the world who wouldn’t like those two words.

“As long as you drink all the liquor left on this table with me, we’ll go for a spin outside.”

Being teased by her in such a manner, Ye Xiong felt itchy all over as if millions of ants were crawling on his skin.

There were about twenty glasses of spirits left on the table, which would be about ten each if split half and half. With a bit of struggle, he should still be able to gulp them down.

For the sexual bliss of his lower half, Ye Xiong slapped the table and got fired up, “Drink then we’ll drink! You think I’m afraid of you, I’m not going home sober tonight!”

Immediately, it was his glass next, her glass next, and the two started a drinking battle.

The others watched with faces turning pale – continuing like this, would they even survive?

As Ye Xiong drank, he kept watching Luo Weiwei, noticing her face becoming redder and her eyes getting more glazed.

It seemed she was not completely immune to alcohol after all, only much stronger than the average person.

If they continued drinking, she would get drunk too.

Field battle, ah, field battle, Ye Xiong indulged in unlimited conjectures.