When Grandma led Ning Chu and Wen Yang out of the wine storage room, Grandpa had just come down the stairs with her mother.
Grandpa still looked as lean as ever, with gray hair at his temples. Upon seeing Ning Chu and Wen Yang holding a bunch of stuff, he puffed up his cheeks in mock anger, "Did bandits break into the house? What did you steal from me?!"
Ning Chu glanced at Grandpa, who seemed more energetic than many young people, and thoughtfully looked down at the bottle of wine in her hand.
Seems like it’s working well~ Maybe she should get Wen Yang to drink more...
"Well, you don’t need it. Might as well give it to the younger generation."
Grandma, with a kind smile, rubbed Ning Chu’s head and whispered, "Tell Wen Yang to drink less, otherwise he’ll get a nosebleed."
"Mm..."
Ning Chu didn’t need reminding; she wouldn’t dare let Wen Yang drink too much.
Although the first time she drugged him, he had gotten quite drunk, he was still a virgin back then, and even with great physical potential, he couldn’t fully perform.
Now, though, she had become more sensitive, and even in a normal state, Wen Yang could make her feel on the edge of collapse. Just a little surprise would leave her completely pliable, to the point of CPU overload and fainting.
If he had a bit more medicinal wine, would she even be able to get out of bed tomorrow?
The group reached the living room on the first floor, and Grandpa’s feigned anger quickly faded as he smiled and asked, "Why are you all visiting this old man today? You wouldn’t even come during the New Year."
"When are you leaving? You aren’t planning to skip lunch, are you?"
"This afternoon, after lunch," her mother replied, sitting down and turning on the TV.
Grandma immediately went toward the electric tricycle, "Then I’ll go buy some groceries and cook something delicious for you all!"
"Ning Chu likes hamburgers, remember to buy her two."
Grandpa called out, then asked, "Where’s Ning Xin? Why didn’t she come?"
"It’s Monday. Ning Xin still has a tutoring class. She’ll be going to school in September."
From her mother’s response, Ning Chu noticed that Grandpa seemed particularly fond of Black Bean. Last time they visited, he kept teasing her.
"Yeah, how come the two of them came today? Don’t they have class?"
"Well, that person’s back. Ning Chu’s worried about me," her mother said with a helpless smile. "So they’ll be heading back to their studies this afternoon."
Grandpa nodded and bent down to pull out a bottle of white liquor from under the coffee table, looking up at Wen Yang.
Her mother furrowed her brows. "Dad, they need to leave in the afternoon to get back to school..."
"I know."
"Then why do you still want to drink with Wen Yang?"
Grandpa had already poured two small glasses of liquor and looked up in surprise, "When did I ask Wen Yang to drink with me?"
He sighed and shook his head. "This old man, you all never come to visit, and I can’t even find anyone to drink with..."
Wen Yang, understanding the situation, politely picked up his glass. "Grandpa, I’ll drink with you."
"Look at him, so thoughtful. You’re always at home, why don’t you bring Ning Xin over to see me more often? It’s not far~ All you do is hang out with your little {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} boyfriend?"
"......"
When Grandpa mentioned the older man, Ning Chu scooted closer to her mother and quietly asked, "Mom, when are you getting married to him?"
"Adults’ business, kids shouldn’t worry about it."
Her mother smacked her on the head, causing Ning Chu to hiss in pain.
Grandpa, unaware of the tension, pulled out some marinated shrimp, peanuts, and boneless chicken feet to serve as snacks, continuing to drink with Wen Yang.
Ning Chu was worried that after they drank too much, they might want to swear brotherhood, lowering Wen Yang’s status in the family.
Wouldn’t that be more exciting?
She was used to being called "Dad" already...
"Always drinking," her mother sighed, shaking her head. "Getting drunk in the middle of the day, making a fool of yourself."
"A little drink is good for the mood! You’re just a kid, you don’t understand!" Grandpa glanced at her, happily clinking glasses with Wen Yang. "Come on, drink!"
"......"
Seeing her mother being called a "kid" by Grandpa, Ning Chu couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a little smug. Her mother glanced at the bottles of alcohol and the carefully packed health supplements, lowering her voice.
"By the way, how much did you take from Grandpa?"
"Just one bottle of all those weird wines..."
"Take half, that’s enough."
Ning Chu froze, staring at her mother with a puzzled expression.
"Wen Yang is young, strong, why do you need so much?"
So this is what she’s been waiting for!
That older man was as strong as a bear, and now he couldn’t handle it?
No wonder they said forty was like a tiger—add the succubus constitution into the mix, and it’s a whole new level.
Ning Chu quickly realized what her mother was dealing with. Her lips curled into a teasing smile, leaning closer to her mother. "Mom~ Is he...?"
"Want a beating, huh?"
Her mother raised her hand in mock anger, and Ning Chu quickly shrank back, scooting over to sit by Wen Yang.
It’s so unfair—her mother could casually tease her, but if she even joked a little, she’d get smacked!
Aren’t they both succubi? What’s there to be shy about?
Ning Chu clicked her tongue in her mind, glancing up at Wen Yang’s now flushed face.
"Drink less."
Wen Yang had an average tolerance, and drinking white liquor was making her worried.
"I want to, but..." Wen Yang’s face was now like a bitter melon. "I can’t handle white liquor."
The only person who could manage Grandpa was off buying groceries, and everyone else was just seen as kids in Grandpa’s eyes.
Ning Chu had no choice but to come up with a plan. "Stop being so honest, just take one sip per glass, sneakily pour some out..."
"Alright."
He agreed, but Wen Yang didn’t dare pull any tricks in front of Grandpa, afraid it would lower Grandpa’s opinion of him.
Less than an hour later, with Grandma still out shopping, Wen Yang was already tipsy, barely able to sit up.
"Not doing too well," Grandpa said, still unsatisfied. "Such a big guy, and he’s drunk after so little?"
"Grandpa..."
"Mom will definitely say something when she comes back."
"She dares?!" Grandpa raised his voice, then waved his hand at Ning Chu with a relaxed smile. "Take him upstairs to the third-floor bedroom to lie down, just tell your grandma he didn’t sleep well last night."
Ning Chu finally realized that the stubbornness in this family ran deep and was passed down through the generations.
From Grandpa to her mother to her, each one of them had a hard mouth. Even that great-grandfather she hadn’t met was probably the same.
She asked Wen Yang concernedly, "Can you still walk?"
"I can, just dizzy."
As long as he could still walk, she wasn’t about to carry this heavy, unconscious body up to the third floor.
Ning Chu did her best to support Wen Yang as they stumbled towards the stairs.
She hated the smell of alcohol, but Wen Yang’s unique scent mixed with his hormones wasn’t unpleasant to her.
After a difficult climb, they finally reached the third-floor bedroom. But as soon as they reached the bed, Wen Yang’s legs suddenly gave out, and he collapsed onto the bed.
Caught off guard, Ning Chu couldn’t avoid it. Half of her body was crushed under him, and she let out a pained cry.
"Are you crazy?!"
"Hey! Don’t touch!"
"Using the excuse of being drunk to act like a pervert!"
