Not to mention that she couldn't hold her liquor well, even if she could, Lu Ming had asked her not to drink. She was under no obligation to join these men in drinking; she was not some kind of escort.
Seeing Jing Yiren's attitude shift, the other party's expression turned icy.
"Isn't the bridesmaid's job to drink on behalf of the bride? Or else, why are you here? You didn't just get the red envelope for nothing, right?"
The man nonchalantly let go of Jing Yiren's hand, reached out to pinch her bottom, then suddenly wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her toward him.
"Come, drink with me!"
Jing Yiren was caught off guard and didn't expect this sudden movement from him, which caused her to fall onto his lap.
The air was filled with an unpleasant smell of stale alcohol.
Feeling sick, Jing Yiren abruptly jumped up from the man's arms.
In her haste to get up, her hand knocked over a bottle of wine on the table, causing a dish to slide off and land on her clean skirt.