Chapter 119

"What? Are you afraid to drink it?"

Seeing that Chu Tianhe did not respond, Lan Fenghuang arched her willow-leaf eyebrows in a provocative gesture. With a faint smile, she stared at Chu Tianhe’s handsome face and spoke with undisguised mockery.

"It is merely a glass of wine. Why would I be afraid to drink it?"

Chu Tianhe smiled indifferently, shook his head, and added, "It is just that you and I are total strangers. I simply do not wish to owe you for the price of this drink."

"I, Lan Fenghuang, can certainly afford a glass of wine!" Lan Fenghuang rose from her seat, moved with graceful, lotus-like steps to stand before Chu Tianhe, and pulled up the chair beside him to sit down. "Let me be blunt. I noticed you the moment you walked in. I have seen many men, but you are the first one to catch my eye the instant I saw him. I am offering you a drink because I want to sleep with you!"

Lan Fenghuang deliberately raised the pitch of her voice. Her slightly lifted chin showcased the queenly aura of a woman who craved control. Compared to the reserved and subtle Qin Xiaomeng or the shrewd and calculating Mu Xue, Lan Fenghuang was far more direct. Without any beating around the bush, she went straight to the point, making it perfectly clear to Chu Tianhe that she wanted him and intended to have him.

"And what if I am not willing?"

Chu Tianhe turned his gaze toward her. This was the first time he had encountered such a straightforward woman.

Although Lan Fenghuang’s appearance might not be described as "toppling cities and kingdoms," she was certainly in the ranks of top-tier beauties. Her eyes shimmered with a watery, lustrous glow, and her cheeks were as vibrant as blooming peach blossoms. Dressed in a sky-blue gown that perfectly accentuated her flawless figure, she leaned in slightly, revealing a glimpse of her chest that was enough to stir the imagination.

As she intentionally brought her body close to his, the faint, orchid-like fragrance unique to a young woman’s breath struck his heart. Combined with her naturally cold and haughty expression, she resembled a crabapple flower bathed in morning dew—charming and seductive, yet carrying an untouchable, icy allure.

"Once you are drunk, there is no such thing as being willing or unwilling!" Lan Fenghuang kept her captivating, watery eyes fixed on Chu Tianhe. She felt no shred of embarrassment; instead, her gaze was filled with aggression, clearly signaling that she intended to have her way with him today.

Chu Tianhe gave a faint smile and replied, "Then that is a pity, for the liquor here cannot make me drunk."

Whoa!

The moment those words left Chu Tianhe’s lips, a wave of gasps erupted throughout the bar!

Before Lan Fenghuang could speak, someone else jumped in, looking highly unconvinced. "Don't brag, or you might bite your tongue off. I have never seen anyone finish a second glass of the 'Spirit of Life' here at Phoenix Bar!"

"That’s right! Most people can't even finish one glass before they’re on their knees begging Sister Lan for mercy!"

"You should have asked around. In all of Jiangzhou City, who dares to show off their alcohol tolerance in front of Sister Lan?"

"Kid, I’ll put it this way: if you can drink three glasses of 'Spirit of Life' and still walk out of this bar on your own two feet, I’ll take your last name!"

"I think you’re just a coward!"

"There isn't a man Sister Lan has set her sights on that she hasn't conquered!"

"You lucky bastard, you’ve been handed such a golden opportunity and you still don't know what's good for you. If it were me, I wouldn't even need to drink; just smelling Sister Lan would be enough to get me intoxicated!"

In an instant, the regulars at the bar began to jeer, joined by some of Sister Lan’s subordinates who started clamoring as well.

The bar became incredibly lively, and the atmosphere reached a boiling point.

As the bartender placed the chilled glass of "Spirit of Life" on the counter in front of Chu Tianhe, every single eye in the room became fixed upon him.

"Spirit of Life"—a 96-percent proof spirit, one of the varieties forbidden for export. In all of Jiangzhou City, only Lan Fenghuang’s bar carried it, and naturally, it had been smuggled in.