8: Chapter 8: Drink as much as you want

Sun Yiyao felt her heart pounding uncontrollably.

Her hands trembling, she tapped the phone screen again.

Due to the effects of the alcohol, her fingers were a bit uncooperative, and she had to swipe several times before the screen lit up.

She handed the phone to Zhang Qi, her eyes filled with anticipation and nervousness.

Zhang Qi took the phone and scanned the wine list.

His current balance was over twenty-eight thousand.

Naturally, he had to pick a wine that cost a little over twenty thousand.

Soon, he set his sights on a bottle of romanée-conti red wine.

The price tag was twenty-six thousand.

"This is the one."

Zhang Qi pushed the phone back to Sun Yiyao and pointed at the wine on the screen.

Sun Yiyao looked down and gasped.

Twenty-six thousand.

This wine was considered quite expensive even in their shop.

Usually, almost no one ordered it, mainly because most people couldn't afford a wine that cost over twenty thousand.

Of course, the commission for such an expensive wine was significant; she could earn a commission of nearly two thousand yuan for this one bottle!

"Zh-Zhang, Brother Qi, are you sure you want this one?"

Sun Yiyao's voice had completely changed, carrying a distinct tremor.

She couldn't understand the man in front of her at all now.

Didn't her cousin say he was just an ordinary wage earner?

Didn't she say he handed over his salary every month and had to budget carefully even to buy a pack of cigarettes?

But now...

The way he was spending money, he didn't look like an ordinary wage earner at all.

He was practically a low-key rich second-generation heir.

Thinking about how her cousin had actually taken the initiative to dump such a top-tier man made her heart race.

A sense of indescribable absurdity welled up in Sun Yiyao's heart.

At the same time, a secret sense of excitement was quietly growing in the depths of her heart.

Her cousin didn't know a good thing when she saw it and pushed this god of wealth away.

Now, this god of wealth was sitting right in front of her.

"I'm sure. Scan the code."

Zhang Qi still wore that calm and indifferent expression.

As if spending twenty-six thousand on a bottle of wine was no different from going to the convenience store downstairs to buy a bottle of mineral water.

Beep.

Payment successful.

Watching the order confirmation message pop up on her phone again, Sun Yiyao felt like she was floating.

Twenty-six thousand.

Plus the previous two bottles.

Her commission for tonight was already approaching four thousand yuan.

In the past, this was something she wouldn't have even dared to imagine.

And all this was just because she had accompanied Zhang Qi for two drinks.

[Ding! Detected that the host has spent 26,000 yuan on himself, meeting the cashback conditions.]

[Double cashback triggered. 52,000 yuan has been transferred to the host's savings card ending in 9527.]

[Current cumulative consumption amount: 49,524 yuan.]

The system notification arrived as expected.

Zhang Qi glanced at the text message on his phone.

The balance had already become over fifty-four thousand.

The speed of making money was faster than a printing press.

He was in a great mood and turned to look at Sun Yiyao, who was still in shock.

"Still drinking? But if you drink more, you should eat something to line your stomach first."

Zhang Qi pointed at the exquisite food containers on the dining table.

At first, he couldn't be bothered to remind her.

But seeing Sun Yiyao's greedy look, she might still want to drink.

In that case, he didn't dare let Sun Yiyao drink on an empty stomach anymore.

It wouldn't go so far as to cause an accident; after all, she was young and in good health.

But it wouldn't be a pretty sight if she threw up all over the floor later!

Sun Yiyao finally came back to her senses.

She glanced at the high-end takeout on the table emitting an enticing aroma, and then at Zhang Qi, who was sitting calmly on the sofa.

Her internal defenses were crumbling bit by bit.

She stood up and walked to the dining table.

Because she had drunk a bit too quickly, her footsteps were slightly unsteady, and her high heels tapped out a somewhat messy rhythm on the floor.

She approached the food container holding the black truffle lobster.

A rich aroma rushed to her face.

She picked up her chopsticks and placed a piece of snow-white lobster meat into her mouth.

The fresh, sweet texture, mixed with the unique aroma of black truffle, exploded on her taste buds.

It was delicious.

Sun Yiyao couldn't help but squint her eyes, like a cat that had successfully stolen a treat.

Zhang Qi also walked to the dining table and sat down, picking up his chopsticks to start eating.

The two sat opposite each other; Sun Yiyao ate while stealing glances at Zhang Qi.

Why hadn't she noticed before that Zhang Qi was actually quite handsome?

His features were well-defined, and his profile was sharp.

Especially now, the composed air about him held a fatal attraction for women.

The two ate in silence for a while.

Sun Yiyao put down the chopsticks in her hand.

The black truffle lobster was indeed delicious, but her mind was now filled with that twenty-six thousand yuan romanée-conti.

This wine was all money.

She picked up the decanter and poured another half-glass into her wine glass.

After pouring, she felt a bit embarrassed.

Zhang Qi had already spent tens of thousands throughout the night.

For her to be so proactive in pouring wine made it seem like she was deliberately forcing him to spend money to earn a commission.

Eating his food, staying in his place, and still scamming his money—it was truly a bit unethical.

She held her wine glass, her eyes darting away, not daring to look at Zhang Qi opposite her.

Zhang Qi swallowed a mouthful of caviar fried rice and pulled out a tissue to wipe the corner of his mouth.

He looked up at Sun Yiyao's conflicted expression and saw through this woman's thoughts at a glance.

"One drink, one bottle—that still stands."

Zhang Qi leaned back in his chair, his tone flat.

"But you can drink slowly, otherwise your stomach will be uncomfortable."

Hearing this, Sun Yiyao was slightly stunned.

She had drunk too quickly just now, and her stomach indeed felt like it was burning, with faint spasms.

It was just that, stimulated by the massive commission of several thousand yuan, she had forcibly suppressed this discomfort.

Now, with Zhang Qi's casual reminder, that feeling of stomach spasms suddenly became apparent.

Sun Yiyao raised her head and stared blankly at Zhang Qi.

As a beautiful woman, there was no shortage of people who showed concern for her daily.

Phrases like "drink more hot water" or "take care of yourself" made her ears callous, and she felt nothing inside.

But today, whether it was the alcohol going to her head or the sheer wealth Zhang Qi displayed earlier when spending money without blinking, it completely broke through her defenses.

It was clearly just a very ordinary expression of concern.

Yet it made her heart skip a beat uncontrollably.

Sun Yiyao's appearance at this moment was extremely eye-catching.

Due to the catalysis of alcohol, her naturally charming face was flushed with an alluring rosy hue, and even her fair neck was tinged with pink.

Her pair of peach-blossom eyes swirled with water, carrying a hint of drunkenness and coquettishness.

Her tight white shirt was stretched by her full bosom into a dangerous curve, rising and falling slightly with her rapid breathing.

Under the table, her long legs, wrapped in ultra-thin black stockings, were unconsciously tangled together, exuding an indescribable sense of awkwardness and charm.

She bit her rosy lower lip, her heart feeling like a deer bumping around inside.

But in the adult world, attraction is one thing, but making money is the top priority.

She hadn't made a sale in over half a month and was so broke she couldn't even pay her rent.

Now that she had finally encountered a man willing to spend money on her and who had such a good temper.

She absolutely could not let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to make money.

Not to mention just a slightly uncomfortable stomach; even if she ended up in the hospital tonight, it would be worth it.

Sun Yiyao took a deep breath and refilled her wine glass a bit more.

She held the wine glass with both hands, staring straight at Zhang Qi, her voice becoming soft and sweet due to the intoxication.

"Brother Qi, I know you're in a bad mood today."

"So I'm willing to drink with you; I'll drink as much as you want."

After saying this, she tilted her head back and poured the red wine from the glass down her throat again.

Watching her desperate posture for the sake of money, Zhang Qi shook his head imperceptibly.

It seems Sun Qianwen's cousin is just as greedy in her bones as her cousin.

As long as the money is enough, any bottom line can be pushed back.

Since that's the case.

Then she can't blame anyone else.