Abused Female Lead And Beautiful Villainess (Quick Transmigration)

Pan Yue instructed the waiter to bring only two bottles of baijiu, believing it would suffice.

Even for an adult with a high alcohol tolerance, drinking an entire bottle of such potent liquor in one sitting was challenging.

His own capacity had been honed over years of drinking, possibly aided by natural talent.

He could easily polish off three to five bottles of this caliber without issue.

However, he rarely indulged to that extent, aware of the health risks associated with excessive drinking.

Most people would beg for mercy after just over a bottle when drinking with him.

As for the delicate actress before him, he doubted she’d last beyond two glasses before passing out.

But if the pretty lady wanted to drink, he’d oblige, wouldn’t he?

So, he initially requested only two bottles. The attentive waiter opened them, placing glasses before both him and Shen Wan. The uncorked bottles stood ready on the table.

The spectacle drew the attention of others, who paused to watch. Some even cheered, relishing the excitement.

The two actresses who had earlier felt a twinge of jealousy now thought Shen Wan foolish.

Young Master Pan had offered to take her out, showing interest. She should have simply agreed. Instead, she was trying to garner his attention this way, perhaps hoping to stand out as unique?

Seeing Pan Yue’s intrigued expression, they pursed their lips. Well, it seemed she had succeeded; he was indeed more interested now.

Only Fu Qingman reacted differently. The sight of those two substantial bottles of baijiu made her head throb. She tugged at Shen Wan, whispering, “Are you sure about this? Too much of this stuff isn’t good for you.”

Having navigated this industry for years, she’d witnessed countless drunken displays. While Shen Wan wouldn’t face any danger with her present, Fu Qingman worried about potential stomach discomfort from overindulgence.

Typical drunkenness was manageable with sleep, but forcing oneself to drink could lead to stomach issues requiring hospital visits and gastric lavage – an embarrassing scenario. With filming about to commence, such an incident, if publicized, could saddle Shen Wan with an “alcoholic” label.

Many eyes were on Shen Wan now. Even the slightest misstep could spawn sensationalized stories bearing little resemblance to reality.

“I’ll be fine,” Shen Wan turned, noticing Fu Qingman’s concern. She reassured her, “Even if I’m not, you’re here, right? If I get drunk, you can carry me back. If you can’t manage, just call someone to help.”

Fu Qingman chuckled, “I’m not some weakling. An 80-something pound girl like you? I could carry you back easily.” She wasn’t implying anything beyond stating her capability. Unlike other actresses, she exercised regularly and had learned various self-defense techniques, boxing, and taekwondo. Any skill beneficial for action scenes, she’d studied. She wasn’t just for show; she had genuine martial arts prowess.

Shen Wan glanced at her, then said with a smile, “Alright then. If I get drunk, you’ll carry me back. Don’t abandon me on the street if I’m too heavy.”

“How could I possibly abandon you on the street?” Fu Qingman retorted. Regardless of familiarity, she wouldn’t leave even a casual acquaintance stranded. What if something happened? With Shen Wan, the thought was inconceivable. She couldn’t fathom any reason to abandon her.

Seeing Fu Qingman’s earnest promise, Shen Wan beamed, “Remember, you’ll carry me back later. I might not be drunk then, but who knows about the aftereffects?”

Even without aftereffects, there had to be some, right? With aftereffects, her wife would carry her home. How delightful!

88: How shamelessly nauseating.

“Come, let’s fill Wan Wan’s glass,” Pan Yue, ever the social butterfly, had already adopted the familiar “Wan Wan” address.

Fu Qingman found the nickname grating. Honestly, she felt something was off with herself lately. But her busy schedule left no time to ponder these issues.

After the waiter filled Shen Wan’s glass and moved to pour for Pan Yue, he waved it off. “No need for me. It’s going in my stomach anyway, why bother with a glass? I’ll drink straight from the bottle. Wan Wan’s a lady, so of course she’ll use a glass.”

Shen Wan nodded in agreement, “That’s right, I’ll use a glass. I am a lady, after all. Drinking straight from the bottle would ruin my image. If someone photographed that, they might label me an alcoholic. For a gentle girl like me, drinking from a glass is best.”

Pan Yue was taken aback. Everyone present struggled to process this statement, except Fu Qingman, who was accustomed to Shen Wan’s self-promotion.

Was there really a way to praise oneself as gentle and beautiful like that?

It was truly eye-opening.

Pan Yue recovered first, finding himself even more intrigued by this pretty young thing. “Let’s begin then. The usual rules – whoever drinks more, wins. How’s that?”

“I have no objections.”

“Ladies first, then.”

“Since Young Master Pan insists, I won’t be polite.”

Shen Wan raised her glass to her lips, taking a small sip. The initial taste was sweet, but before she could savor it, a burning sensation took over. She didn’t actually enjoy drinking, nor did she find alcohol particularly tasty. Truthfully, it paled in comparison to the juice her wife had poured earlier.

However, to earn Pan Yue’s genuine respect and future allegiance, she had to grit her teeth and drink. She was prepared; the discomfort was limited to the moment it touched her mouth.

Observing Shen Wan’s demeanor, Pan Yue realized she wasn’t an experienced drinker.

A seasoned drinker would approach the glass differently. Those who understood alcohol would first appreciate its aroma. Those unfamiliar but trying to showcase their tolerance would sip slowly. The impulsive showoffs would down it in one go, though their capacity was usually limited – drinking too quickly actually reduced one’s overall intake.

As he watched Shen Wan furrow her brow and empty her glass, then reach for the bottle, he began drinking himself. He drank slowly, focused intently, not bothering to gauge others’ reactions, including Shen Wan’s.

Shen Wan’s second glass went down with the same furrowed brow.

By the third, onlookers expected her to falter, but seeing no flush or signs of intoxication, they grew puzzled. Was Shen Wan one of those who didn’t redden when drunk? But why showed no signs of inebriation at all?

Then, Shen Wan proceeded to her fourth glass, fifth glass…

Each one was consumed with a frown, as if drinking the world’s most unpalatable substance. She drank unhurriedly but not slowly, finishing each glass in a few sips. After each glass, her brow would relax slightly, as if pleased.

Fu Qingman had shifted closer, closely monitoring Shen Wan’s condition. Seeing her down glass after glass without changing color, she felt somewhat relieved.

When Shen Wan, still frowning, finished an entire bottle, the onlookers’ expressions turned strange. Judging by her reaction, it must have tasted awful, right? So why had she managed to drink a whole bottle of something so unpleasant?

This wasn’t juice or beer, but baijiu – high-proof liquor. Among those present, hardly anyone could down a bottle of baijiu without blinking.

Looking at Shen Wan’s petite frame, they found it hard to believe.

Fu Qingman gripped Shen Wan’s arm, asking with concern, “Are you alright? Any stomach discomfort? Feeling dizzy?”

“No discomfort, it’s just too spicy for my taste. Not the kind I prefer.”

Fu Qingman couldn’t help but ask, “You were frowning earlier because it was too spicy?”

“Yes, if it weren’t so spicy, I’d have downed it in one go. It’s just one bottle, right? Would’ve been gone in a few gulps.”

Silence fell over the room.

They instinctively looked towards Pan Yue, noticing his bottle was empty too. They eagerly anticipated who would succumb first. Why did they have a vague feeling that Pan Yue might lose this time?

Pan Yue sensed the odd gazes and quickly looked at Shen Wan, about to say it was fine if she couldn’t finish, that he’d be friends with her even if she lost. Of course, by “friends” he meant boyfriend and girlfriend.

But seeing Shen Wan’s empty bottle, he was stunned. “You finished it?”

“I did. Young Master Pan’s tolerance is indeed impressive. You’re my first worthy opponent. Shall we continue?”

They had to continue, of course. Pan Yue hadn’t observed Shen Wan drinking earlier. Though he didn’t suspect her of cheating, he really wanted to see how she managed to finish the bottle.

So, in the second round, he drank while watching her.

He saw Shen Wan sipping daintily from her glass, looking very refined even with her furrowed brow, somehow managing to swallow the liquor. Her pace wasn’t slow at all, and soon another bottle was emptied.

By the third bottle, Pan Yue felt the effects of intoxication, but Shen Wan maintained her composure, making him hesitate internally.

This… this… what kind of woman had he encountered? She drank baijiu like juice, finishing it in small sips. It was too incredible.

Time passed, and Pan Yue’s vision blurred. He saw multiple Shen Wans holding glasses, drinking. He didn’t want to admit defeat, but he was already drunk.

Everyone watched expressionlessly as Pan Yue collapsed on the table and Shen Wan sipped the last drops from her small glass.

They heaved a collective sigh of relief, wiping cold sweat from their brows. Finally, it was over.

As Pan Yue was helped into his car, Shen Wan waved to his driver, smiling sweetly, “Mr. Driver, please remind Young Master Pan when he wakes up that we’re drinking buddies now, brothers!”

“Understood, Miss Shen. I’ll remind Young Master Pan when he wakes up.”

The driver was astounded. The woman who had outdrunk his young master was truly formidable.

After everyone left, Shen Wan suddenly leaned on Fu Qingman’s shoulder. Fu Qingman turned to see Shen Wan’s flushed face. Before she could speak, Shen Wan said, “Qingman, I’m drunk. Carry me back, okay?”

188: Truly shameless.

Fu Qingman looked at the now dazed Shen Wan, especially her heated cheeks, and didn’t doubt her words about the aftereffects kicking in. Truly, this was the first time she’d witnessed such delayed intoxication.

Nevertheless, she dutifully tucked Shen Wan into the car and took her home.