47: I'll drink that glass of wine on behalf of the boss!

"Ha—good wine! It's a little sweet!"

Wang Fugui smacked his lips and heavily set the empty stemmed glass down on the turntable. The bottom of the glass collided with the tempered glass turntable, making a sharp "clang" that shook the nearby cold dishes.

In the shadow of the corner, the figure of the waiter wearing a baseball cap suddenly froze.

Li Fried Dough Stick desperately covered his mouth. In that instant, he felt like his heart had been fiercely squeezed and was about to pop out of his throat.

That was a whole bottle!

The drug was potent stuff sourced from the black market. The seller had guaranteed that one drop could turn a chaste woman into a slut, and three drops could knock out a cow. He had originally intended to give Chen Yun just a little to make her embarrass herself publicly and ruin her reputation.

His hand shook just now, and he poured it all in.

Now it had all gone into Wang Fugui's stomach.

Li Fried Dough Stick looked at the burly man who sat down and continued eating meat as if nothing had happened, with only one thought left in his mind: It's over.

This drug had strong aphrodisiac components, meant for women, stimulating the central nervous system to produce hallucinations and extreme desire. What would happen if a man drank it?

Would he explode? Would he go insane on the spot? Attack everyone he saw?

Li Fried Dough Stick didn't dare to think. He didn't even dare to look again. Taking advantage of the lack of attention, he trembled and slipped out of the private room along the wall. He had to run, the farther the better.

Inside the private room, the atmosphere grew lively again.

"Fugui, you can hold your liquor!" The Factory Director led the applause, his face full of admiration. "This red wine has a strong kick. You drank it so fast, hurry and eat some food to suppress it."

Wang Fugui chuckled and didn't stand on ceremony.

He was indeed hungry.

After the wine went down, sliding through his esophagus into his stomach, there was initially a chill, followed immediately by a sensation like pouring a ladle of boiling oil into a fiery furnace.

A "boom."

An indescribable heat current exploded in his stomach.

But this heat current didn't make him feel uncomfortable; instead, it was greedily absorbed by his extraordinary body, like some kind of high-energy fuel.

His body determined that a large amount of neurotoxin had been ingested, and the immune system instantly overloaded, beginning a frantic acceleration of metabolism. Every cell was like a miniature nuclear reactor, starting to work at full capacity, attempting to burn off the violent medicinal power.

Wang Fugui only felt warm all over, and his strength surged upward like the rising tide, wave after wave.

He reached out with his chopsticks and picked up the enormous braised pork knuckle.

Normally, this knuckle had to be stewed until tender enough for the bone to fall out, but now, the ordinary bamboo chopsticks in his hands seemed to have turned into clamps made of fine steel.

"Crack."

With just a little force from the tips of the chopsticks, the thick pig thigh bone was actually snapped directly by him.

Marrow flowed out, mixing with the braised sauce.

Wang Fugui didn't care. He stuffed half the knuckle directly into his mouth, skin, meat, and even bone fragments, swallowing it directly with a gulp without even chewing.

So fragrant.

But it wasn't enough.

The fire in his stomach burned hotter and hotter. It wasn't just hunger; there was also an indescribable feverish heat that climbed up his spine, rushing straight to the crown of his head.

"Hot..."

Wang Fugui tugged at his collar.

Sweat began to emerge. It wasn't the sticky, weak kind of sweat, but scalding hot, steamy perspiration.

A drop of sweat slid down his firm chin, dropped onto the tabletop, and instantly evaporated, leaving behind a faint ring of moisture.

Immediately after, a strange scent began to permeate the private room.

It wasn't the smell of sweat.

It was an extremely strong, aggressive male scent. It was the kind of smell that the strongest male lion in the primeval forest would emit during mating season, capable of making female creatures instinctively tremble.

This scent, mixed with the rich aroma of red wine and catalyzed by his furnace-like body, became even richer and wilder.

The Fat Big Sister sitting across from him, who was gnawing on a chicken foot, suddenly stopped moving.

She sniffed, and the shrewd expression of a typical market auntie instantly vanished from her face, replaced by a strange daze.

"Why... why is it so hot?"

Fat Big Sister put down the chicken foot and fanned herself with her hand. Her small eyes, which usually only focused on money, were now uncontrollably glancing at Wang Fugui.

She felt her heart rate quicken and her face flush. The chair beneath her felt prickly, making her restless.

It wasn't just her.

The several young female workers at the same table, who had been whispering about which brand of lipstick looked best, had all fallen silent.

Their faces were flushed like peach blossoms, and their eyes became moist, as if they were drunk. The hormone-filled, feverish scent in the air was like an invisible large hand wantonly plucking at their nerves.

The air in the entire private room seemed to become viscous.

Wang Fugui felt even hotter.

The heat had burned from his stomach all the way to the surface of his skin. He looked down at the back of his hand; his skin was red like a cooked shrimp, and his veins bulged and pulsed wildly beneath the surface.

That was blood rushing at several times the normal speed.

"So hot..."

Wang Fugui gasped heavily, and the air he exhaled carried a scorching temperature.

He felt the tie around his neck had turned into a strangling noose.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound.

He merely yanked, and the cheap tie was instantly torn off. Along with it, the top two buttons of his shirt couldn't withstand the pressure of his expanding chest muscles and popped off like bullets.

One button struck the glass in front of him, creating a crack in the cup.

Under the open collar, his bronzed chest was fully exposed to the air. Every muscle was engorged and swollen, presenting a startling purplish-red hue, rising and falling violently with his heavy breathing.

Steam.

White steam was genuinely rising and curling from his body.

Chen Yun, sitting beside him, bore the brunt of it.

The male scent, so strong it was almost tangible, overwhelmed her like a tsunami, crashing down on her.

She was too close.

Close enough that she could clearly feel the astonishing heat radiating from the man beside her, and close enough that with every breath, her lungs filled entirely with that dizzying scent.

That scent seemed to hide a hook, directly catching the switch named "desire" deep within her body.

Chen Yun's fingers gripped the tablecloth tightly, her knuckles white.

Her legs felt weak.

A tingling sensation shot straight from the soles of her feet up her spine, making it almost impossible for her to maintain her sitting posture. She felt like a puddle of wax melting from the heat.

Reason told her she should stay far away from this source of danger.

But her body betrayed her will.

Not only did she not want to hide, but she felt an impulse to lean closer.

Her body, which had been dry for years beside her incompetent husband, instantly flooded.

"Fugui... you..."

The Factory Director finally noticed that something was wrong.

He looked at Wang Fugui, whose face was crimson, eyes bloodshot, and who resembled a beast about to go mad, and the wine glass in his hand trembled.

"Is this an alcohol allergy? Or what happened?"

Wang Fugui couldn't hear what the Factory Director was saying.

His vision was blurred, filled with double images. The world had become bizarre and dazzling, with only an instinctive desire roaring within him.

Release.

He needed to release the energy that was about to explode inside him.

"Supervisor..."

Wang Fugui turned his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed intently on Chen Yun beside him.

In his vision, Chen Yun was no longer the aloof, icy supervisor, but a cool source of water emitting an enticing fragrance.

Subconsciously, he reached out, wanting to touch that coolness.

That large, fan-like hand gripped the edge of the solid wood dining table.

"Crunch—Boom!"

A teeth-grinding sound of shattering rang out.

The five-centimeter-thick solid wood table corner was actually crushed into pieces, like a crispy biscuit, under his unconscious grip strength.

Wood chips flew everywhere.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the table corner that had been crushed into powder, unable to utter a sound, as if a fish bone were stuck in their throats.

Is this still a human?

Chen Yun was jolted back to her senses by the loud noise.

She looked at Wang Fugui's increasingly dangerous and unfocused eyes, and her heart skipped a beat.

She couldn't let him stay here!

Whether he was having a drunken fit or something else, if this continued, he would certainly do something irreversible in public, and might even injure someone.

Moreover... Chen Yun bit the tip of her tongue, using the pain to force herself to sober up slightly.

She herself was quickly losing control. That scent was making her body burn all over. If she didn't leave soon, she was afraid she would make some shameful spectacle in front of everyone from the factory.

"Factory Director!"

Chen Yun suddenly stood up. Because she rose too quickly, the chair beneath her made a grating screech.

She tried hard to make her voice sound calm, but it carried an undeniable tremor and seductive quality.

"Deputy Supervisor Wang can't handle his liquor; he's drunk. He's having a drunken fit."

Chen Yun walked up to Wang Fugui, reached out, and, under everyone's gaze, grabbed Wang Fugui's frighteningly hot arm.

The moment her palm touched his skin, Chen Yun felt as if she had touched a red-hot branding iron.

It was so hot she wanted to pull her hand back.

But she endured it.

In fact, the heat transferring over surprisingly gave her a perverse sense of comfort.

"I'll take him back to the dormitory to sober up."

Chen Yun didn't give the Factory Director time to react. She used all her strength to half-drag, half-pull Wang Fugui to his feet.

Although Wang Fugui's mind was hazy at the moment, his body instinctively obeyed Chen Yun's scent.

He staggered to his feet, his massive body like a mountain ready to collapse, with most of his weight resting on Chen Yun's petite frame.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together.

Chen Yun's voluptuous curves, clad in a velvet qipao, were deformed by the pressure of Wang Fugui's iron-hard muscles.

That sensation.

That heat.

Chen Yun clenched her jaw, preventing herself from letting out a shameful moan.

"Everyone stay put and keep eating."

Chen Yun dropped this polite remark, supporting the man who was still panting heavily and whose eyes were glazed over, staggering toward the door of the private room.

The Factory Director opened his mouth, intending to call two security guards for help.

But seeing Chen Yun's hurried back, and then looking at Wang Fugui's terrifying muscles and the crushed table corner, he swallowed the words he was about to say.

How is this just being drunk? He clearly ate a mighty strength pill!

Forget it. Since Supervisor Chen volunteered to handle it, let her go. Anyway, they live next door... Outside the restaurant lobby, the night wind was slightly cool.

But this slight coolness was merely a drop in the ocean for the two of them right now.

As soon as Chen Yun supported Wang Fugui out of the revolving door, she nearly collapsed from exhaustion.

He was too heavy.

This man was practically a solid iron ox.

"Hot... so hot..."

Wang Fugui mumbled unconsciously, his large hand uncontrollably scratching Chen Yun's smooth back, seemingly trying to find a trace of coolness this way.

The rough palm scraped across the velvet qipao, rubbing against Chen Yun's sensitive skin through the fabric.

Chen Yun's legs kept going weak, and she nearly collapsed to the ground several times.

"Stop moving... you bastard..."

Chen Yun cursed softly, but her voice was so soft it sounded like she was flirting.

Supporting Wang Fugui, she stumbled toward the taxi stand on the side of the road.

Just as they rounded the marble pillar.

A pair of eyes fixed intently on them from the darkness.

Lin Xiaocao was crouching behind the ornamental bushes near the restaurant entrance, clutching half of a leftover Jianbing Guozi in her hand.

She wasn't qualified to go inside to eat, and she was worried that that idiot bear would be forced to drink, so she had been waiting here the whole time.

At this moment, she witnessed a scene that made her eyes nearly burst with fury.

Wang Fugui, whom she usually wouldn't even dare to touch, was now hanging entirely on that seductive woman like a boneless person.

Their posture was extremely intimate.

Wang Fugui's face was practically buried in the woman's neck, and the woman's hands were tightly wrapped around his waist, with most of her body pressed against his chest.

Furthermore, the sharp-eyed Lin Xiaocao saw that the woman's hand was rubbing back and forth across that idiot bear's chest muscles!

"Shameless!"

Lin Xiaocao violently threw the Jianbing Guozi in her hand onto the ground, and her eyes instantly turned red.

That idiot bear belonged to her! He was her furnace! Her pillow!

Why should this Old Woman be allowed to misuse him like this!

An unprecedented sense of crisis and jealousy instantly overwhelmed her mind.

She didn't care about exposing her identity or maintaining her disguise.

Watching Chen Yun hail a taxi, laboriously shove Wang Fugui into the back seat, and then climb in after him.

The car door closed, and the taillights lit up.

Lin Xiaocao suddenly darted out of the bushes, like an enraged kitten, and flagged down an empty car behind them.

"Follow that car ahead!"

Lin Xiaocao gritted her teeth, her voice tinged with a sob and a determined murderous intent.

"Anywhere they go! Stick right on their tail!"

She wanted to see exactly what this "bitch and bastard" pair were planning to do!