My CEO Husband Has Some Issues

“Shengxiao, I don’t understand what you’re thinking. Are you really in trouble this time, or is it just for the child?” Fu Yi poured another glass of wine for both himself and Li Shengxiao, the corners of his mouth holding that eternally gentle smile, but the eyes hidden beneath that softness were incredibly rational, “She’s not right for you.”

Blunt as ever!

Li Shengxiao didn’t even acknowledge him, simply reaching for the glass Fu Yi had poured for him and said with indifference, “I called you out to drink with me, not to lecture me like Cui Jiangjing.”

What else could Cui Jiangjing do besides being noisy?

“Forget it, I won’t ask.” Fu Yi, a clever man, immediately got the message, shut his mouth, and quietly joined the man opposite him in the erratic drinking session.

A bottle of XO, a bottle of brandy, and a bottle of wine were gone in the blink of an eye.

Li Shengxiao seldom drank usually, didn’t have a great tolerance, and on top of being in a bad mood, he mixed his drinks thus carelessly; his handsome face showed faint signs of pallor, but he had no intention to stop.

Realizing it was no longer okay to keep drinking, Fu Yi put down his glass and said, “Shengxiao, you can’t drink anymore!”

Li Shengxiao, as if he heard nothing, had the waiter open another bottle of white wine, poured a full glass, tipped his head back, and drained it in one go.

The white wine, sweet to taste, rolled down his throat into his stomach like a fire burning atop his gut. He furrowed his brows fiercely, clutching the wine glass tightly, ignoring the spasm-like pain in his stomach.

He couldn’t stop!

If he stopped, he feared he would lose control and rush back, and once back, he feared he would lose his reason and lash out at her!

Li Shengxiao narrowed his hawk-like eyes, the flickering flame at the bottom of his dark pupils nearly sparked him ablaze. He ignored Fu Yi’s advice and poured himself another drink.

Fu Yi watched the man opposite him flash an expression of pain, a look of scorched anxiety, his eyebrows tightly furrowed, snatched the brandy bottle and stressed seriously, “I don’t want to give you a lecture like Si, nor do I want to ask why you’re feeling down. But you really can’t drink anymore, your stomach—if you keep going… ”

Before he could finish, he heard the calm and indifferent man tell a waiter, “Bring a bottle of vodka over!”

The waiter, noticing his bad mood and excessive drinking, sneaked a glance at him, then looked at Fu Yi.

Fu Yi’s ever-present smile gradually faded, experiencing for the first time a sense of uncontrollable weakness, “Don’t get it!”

“Go get it.” Li Shengxiao, with dark hawk eyes shaking the glass in his hand, tipped his head, another gulp!

His voice wasn’t as loud as Fu Yi’s, and he didn’t look as serious, but the waiter still gave Fu Yi an apologetic glance before bowing respectfully to Li Shengxiao, “Yes, Mr. Li.”

Fu Yi watched the waiter go to fetch the vodka with dread, wishing Li Shengxiao had called Cui Jiangjing and not him.

At least Cui Jiangjing was a medical student; in case of an emergency, he might be able to rely on his professional knowledge to do something.

He… if Shengxiao drank himself into a serious state, he would want to die!

Vodka is not wine, its alcohol content is much higher than most drinks, and Shengxiao had already drunk so much of a variety tonight, a few more glasses of vodka, he really didn’t care about his stomach at all!