Yu Minglang noticed that Qian had been chatting alone with his mother for quite a while. He went over, pulled Qian away, and started drinking with Mr. Yu and Yu Mingxi, pouring a small cup for Qian as well.
"Maybe I shouldn't drink?" Qian looked at the regular-sized glasses in front of the siblings and then at her own mini cup, feeling slightly ignored.
"We're celebrating today, drink a little," Yu Minglang said mischievously, as his mind schemed.
Soon enough, Qian's cheeks would be flushed from the drink. Would she perform a drunken concubine act, falling into his arms, creating a scene of being in the emperor's embrace?
Oh dear... just imagining it made him excited. The soft touch, sweet fragrance—what if, at that time, she was all over him? What should he do? He definitely had to cooperate with his fiancée; even if they didn't go all the way, he'd gain quite the benefits.
As Yu Minglang poured the wine, he felt like he was discreety achieving great success.
