Chapter 865 - The Story of Ling and Heng (128)

Chapter 865: The Story of Ling and Heng (128)
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Henyee Translations 
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It was only a glass of fermented soybean spirit; the cup wasn’t especially big, and could only contain around three ounces of alcohol.

Yet, in less than a few minutes, Feng Ling began to feel dizzy. Her vision began to blur, and the heat in her stomach seemed to be spreading towards her head.

She glanced at the food and drinks on the table and felt that, if she stayed here any longer, she would only put herself at a disadvantage. Li Nanheng did not fall for her trick. Don’t even mention getting him to open up, getting him drunk was a feat harder than soaring into heaven.

Feng Ling lost the patience to maintain their battle of courage and wits. She covered her lips and spoke:
This is my first time having that drink. I’m not adjusting well to it, and my stomach feels uncomfortable. Boss, you continue eating. I’ll head back now.


Feng Ling moved to leave.

Li Nanheng seemed to be smiling imperceptibly. His gaze remained distant as he watched her, and after Feng Ling took two steps, he reached out to block her.

However, Feng Ling quickly took a step backward to avoid his arm. She spun around to look at him and saw that his eyes were cold. He did not intend to allow her to leave easily. She cursed herself internally; did she have nothing better to do? Why did she send herself into the lion’s den in the middle of the night? Right before the man could grip her arm, she quickly used the method he had taught her in their close combat training to avoid him. She then lifted her hand to block him.

After only a few blows, all of Feng Ling’s moves were neutralized. The man easily caught her shoulders, and right before she could push him away, he held her down with force and pressed her directly against the cabinet door by the side.

Her back fell heavily against the cabinet; although she was pushed back, she did not experience too much pain. Feng Ling raised her head to see that the man was pressing close abruptly. She rushed to block him, but the moment she lifted her limbs, she heard the man’s cold chuckle.
Using the moves I taught you to fight against me; after performing especially well amongst the newcomers, do you believe that you can do as you please now?


The man’s gaze was cold and apathetic. His palm pressed down against her shoulder, and with this simple move, he rendered her incapable of movement. It was as though he could predict all of her actions. Even if she tried to move, the force holding her shoulders down would only increase, leaving her in pain.

Feng Ling leaned back against the cabinet and did not continue resisting. She answered unhappily:
Boss, I came here with good intentions to eat with you. It doesn’t seem fair for things to escalate in this manner.


Li Nanheng shifted his gaze away to look at the dishes on the table.
The dishes do look good, and the drinks are also not bad, but you’re leaving after only a single cup. Do I seem so easy to fool?


The heat in Feng Ling’s stomach was making her uncomfortable,e and she had lost all patience. So what if he had taught her everything she knew? It’s not as if they have never exchanged blows on the training grounds. She was only unwilling to fight back because her logic was flawed.


Let go.
Her tone was impatient.

The man shifted his cold gaze back onto her. His grip against her shoulders remained firm, but he maintained an arm’s length distance between them. It was as though he was standing outside the cage, looking at the tiny bunny as it made futile attempts to struggle.


Boss, I respect you, and I’ve always looked up to the things you’ve said and done. I can also confidently say that I’ve always been loyal and honest to the base; my heart has never swayed. When it comes to this, my conscience is clear.
She met his gaze seriously.
Including right now. I truly came here to improve our relationship. But if you insist on forcing me, I can’t promise that I won’t do anything.


The man watched her coldly. His white vest outlined his perfect physique seductively, making it impossible for any woman to resist. However, his expression was noble and detached. He spoke with a mild tone:
Did I force you to do anything?


Perhaps he wasn’t forcing her.

It was just that, people with a guilty conscience often had complicated thoughts, and it was easier for them to be backed into a corner and for them to submit themselves to fear.

And so, the problem laid on her.

Feng Ling fell silent for a moment. All of a sudden, she reached out and slammed against the man’s chest harshly. She then used her elbow to push him away, bending down to escape from under his arm.

Li Nanheng raised his brows to watch Feng Ling, who still dared to resist. There was no need for him to make any moves. Without even furrowing his brows, he reached out and caught the back of her collar, hauling her back. Feng Ling stumbled as her back slammed heavily against the cabinet once more. The man bent down and pressed closely, startling her into becoming flustered. Before she could shift her head away, he held her waist down with one hand and caught her chin. His cold, indifferent gaze sized up her slightly flushed cheeks.

Feng Ling raised her head in disbelief; the instant their eyes met, her heart slammed loudly against her chest. She abruptly raised her voice to remind him:
Li Nanheng!


The young woman’s voice carried a few hints of anger and humiliation. As she was forced to lift her head, she furrowed her brows:
You only had one cup; Boss, are you already drunk?


Li Nanheng’s voice was darker than the evening sky outside the windows. He watched her and noticed the beautiful curve of her neck when she lifted her chin. His eyes were distant and dark to the point where it was impossible to understand his thoughts. His thumb gently rubbed the soft skin around her jaw back and forth, causing her to become tense.


What did you call me?
The man’s voice was low and husky; she wasn’t sure if it was due to the alcohol, but it made it even harder to comprehend him.

Feng Ling wanted to shift her head away but was unable to do so due to the grip the man maintained against her chin. Her palms pressed tightly against the cabinet doors before she curled them up into fists.


Boss.
She kept away her slightly fierce expression from earlier and softened her voice.
I only came to bring you a few bottles of alcohol. Please stop joking. I know that I can’t defeat you when it comes to close combat. Can you let me go back for a drink of warm water? My stomach is really uncomfortable.


Earlier, the young girl still had an expression of an enraged little beast. In seconds, that expression had mostly disappeared. She did not wish to fight him head-on.

Li Nanheng watched her with a heavy gaze:
Leaving after only a single drink; are you trying to dampen the fun?


Feng Ling forced herself to lift one corner of her lips:
My alcohol tolerance is poor. If I end up vomiting here, that would really dampen the fun. You can consider the drink I had earlier to be taken in place of Drillmaster Han…


The man snorted without and abruptly released the restrictive grip against her shoulder.

The instant Feng Ling regained her freedom, she rushed to turn her body away to escape. Right before she turned to leave, she did not forget her intention to soften their relations and quickly added a,
thank you, Boss.