Virtuous Men

At that moment, Lin Beifan pointed at Ye Xingchen and exclaimed, "This is my good brother! Anyone who treats him well will be rewarded!"

He Xiuwen echoed, "That's right, the reward is mine!"

The young models' eyes sparkled with excitement as they glanced at Ye Xingchen.

Observing Ye Xingchen, they noticed his imposing stature, sharp features, and a commanding presence exuding an aura of strength and determination. Instantly, two young models hurried over to him.

"What's your name?"

"How about sharing a drink with me, handsome?"

Ye Xingchen suddenly caught a whiff of perfume assaulting his senses. Glancing at the two women, he noticed their heavily made-up faces, suggesting they had indulged in excessive cosmetic enhancements.

He, the esteemed god of war, had never encountered women of such caliber. Even if noblewomen sought to seduce him, he remained uninterested. 

Feeling incredibly uncomfortable, he couldn't bear the situation any longer: "Mr. Lin, I'll excuse myself."

However, Lin Beifan waved him off, saying, "Feel free to enjoy yourself! There's no need to hold back with me! Bros, make yourselves at home!"

He Xiuwen chimed in, "Exactly! Come on, have a seat if you're a man!"

In an effort to earn Lin Beifan's trust, Ye Xingchen reluctantly sat down and endured the attention from the two young models, feeling utterly uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, Lin Beifan, seated beside him, watched with amusement. Rarely did he see the God of War in such a predicament. He relished the sight.

Just then, He Xiuwen raised his glass, saying, "Brother, let's drink to our friendship!"

Just as Lin Beifan was about to decline, Liu Rumei, seated beside him, interjected, "My boss has work early tomorrow morning, so he shouldn't drink tonight to avoid any mistakes."

Lin Beifan immediately agreed, nodding in affirmation. "That's right! I have important matters to attend to tomorrow, so I'll pass on the drinks."

He Xiuwen looked embarrassed, "Come on, brother, you're not even going to have a drink? What kind of visit is this if you don't even drink? I'll be embarrassed if others find out!"

Lin Beifan quickly suggested, pointing at Ye Xingchen, "How about my brother Ye joins you for a drink?"

"Brother Ye? Sounds good!" He Xiuwen raised his glass again. "Here's to you, Brother Ye, bottoms up!"

The protagonist Ye Xingchen felt uncomfortable. "Mr. Lin, this isn't appropriate. I'll have to drive later."

Lin Beifan smiled encouragingly. "That's the spirit! Don't worry, I'll handle the driving. Enjoy yourself, Brother Ye!"

Ye Xingchen, considering his circumstances, reasoned that a few glasses of wine wouldn't harm him. After all, he was renowned for his tolerance to alcohol.

He lifted the glass and downed its contents in one gulp.

"Excellent! Another round!" He Xiuwen quickly refilled the glass, urging Ye Xingchen to continue.

Lin Beifan smiled and glanced at the two companions who were drinking together, silently posing a question to the system in his mind, "System, if I make a wish, which protagonist will have double the effect? Or will all the protagonists receive double the effect?"

The system responded, "Ding! The setting of Heaven's Path is the closest one, so it is convenient to come and deliver a blow!"

"Then I see no issue!" Lin Beifan's smile widened, "I wish to become extremely drunk as soon as I start drinking tonight, and to feel incredibly exhilarated and manic!"

"Ding! Wish granted!"

At that moment, Ye Xingchen took another gulp of wine and immediately felt dizzy.

"What's wrong with this wine? Then, upstairs..."

"I'm the god of war who never gets drunk..." he muttered.

When he opened his eyes again, they had a reddish tinge, his face flushed. He hastily poured glasses of wine for the others, his excitement palpable. "Drink up! Let's have a toast! Anyone who refuses is a coward!"

He Xiuwen raised an amused eyebrow at Lin Beifan's sudden fervor. "You're quite lively, my friend!" With a grin, he lifted his glass. "Cheers!"

And so, the drinking contest began.

Red wine, white wine, even champagne—all were fair game. Glasses clinked and emptied rapidly, littering the table with empty bottles in no time.

He Xiuwen sprawled back on the sofa, his stomach bloated from alcohol. He waved a hand sloppily. "I'm done for, you lot carry on! Ah..."

"You're disappointing, letting a bit of wine get the better of you!" Ye Xingchen's tone dripped with disdain.

The two young models by his side erupted into cheers.

" you're amazing to handle so much wine!" one of the models gushed.

"I adore you, brother !" chimed in the other.

"Sis! I'm even more amazing in bed!" Ye Xingchen smirked suggestively.

His hands wandered over the models, indulging in their company.

Liu Rumei's expression disgust , her gaze shooting daggers at Lin Beifan.

"Ugh! Men are all the same," she muttered under her breath.

Meanwhile, Lin Beifan sipped his drink in silence, saying nothing.