Arrogant Man VS Unyielding Woman novel Chapter 125

Jean smiled as she knew that the other women would dish out mindless, meaningless praise. And so she said, "I found a good husband. Didn't you find good husbands as well? Speaking of husbands, how about we play a game?" a hint of slyness flashed in her eyes.

"What game?"

"A game to see whose husband can drink the most. If they can't drink any more, then we will drink instead. How about that?" As soon as Jean finished explaining, the other women were stunned. They didn't expect that Jean would put forward such an idea.

Madeline frowned and forced a smile, "This isn't a very good game. All of our husbands have drunk a lot already. Look at Maggie's husband. He's asleep now."

"Let's find out." Jean said with a sly smile as she turned to Zed. "Honey, would you mind playing the game?" She asked Zed before leaning forward and whispering, "You are not drunk yet. Can you manage one more little drink, please?" She implored hoping that Zed would agree.

He raised his eyebrows and said loudly, "I'm game! But the other men might not be able to manage." There was a hint of mockery in his tone.

Madeline couldn't stand the challenge in his words and so, she said to her husband, "Since you've already emptied your stomach, you must be feeling better. Can you play?"

Mark Li, Madeline's husband, gulped at the idea of more alcohol. But he couldn't refuse Madeline, not after she flashed him a hostile expression. And so, he nodded and forced a smile. "Since Mr. Qi wants to play, how could we refuse?"

Hearing him, the other men groaned. They had drunk enough and didn't feel up to the challenge either. However, they couldn't refuse now and leave it to their wives to enter the drinking competition.

Jean didn't worry about whether or not she was going to win this game because she knew that Zed had great tolerance for alcohol. She smiled when she saw that Zed was able to drink more than the other men. She won the game twice in a row. Zed sipped at his drink slowly while the other three men had rushed to empty their glasses. Perhaps they thought they'd be able to relax after they had emptied their glasses.

Maggie shook her head and said in defeat, "I can't drink more. I can't drink any more." She cursed her husband for having drunk enough to pass out. If it hadn't been for his low tolerance level, she would not be drinking in his place. She covered her mouth and rushed out even before she could finish her protest.

Madeline frowned and glanced at Maggie's retreating form. She waved her hand and said in a cold voice, "Shame!"

A few more rounds later, all the men except Zed had passed out. Jean wore a triumphant smile as she stared at the three women.

Wendy's and Madeline's faces turned as dark as coal. Their intention was to get Jean drunk. However, the game started after their husbands had drunk a lot. Had their men not been so drunk already, the challenge might have been a fair one and they might have had a better opportunity to get Jean drunk. However, given their present predicament, it seemed as though their plan was not going to work.

Wendy said with an embarrassed smile, "Look, they are already drunk. I'm afraid they can't drink any more. How about we just ... call it an end for today?"

"No way! You didn't even drink the last glass we poured for you." Jean smiled as she stood up and refilled their glasses with wine. She said, "This is the last bottle. There's no more wine left."

The three women looked at the full glasses and swallowed. They were struggling. However, the thought of not having to drink any more spurred them to finish. And so, they lifted their glasses, closed their eyes, and gulped down the alcohol.

Jean was thrilled and clapped her hands as she stepped out of the room. She loudly asked the waiter to serve two cases of beer.

Upon hearing that Jean had called for beer, the three women were shocked. They exchanged panicked glances before turning to Jean. She smiled triumphantly when she saw how miserable they looked.

"What's wrong?" she asked with feigned concern. "Was the wine too much? You've been so busy with your acting and schedules. I believe you have not relaxed for a long time. This is a good chance for you to enjoy yourselves. Don't waste such a good opportunity." Jean coaxed.

"But, beer will give us beer bellies. We have to stay slim." Zabrina shook her head and tried to explain.

Jean waved her hand dismissively. "You worry too much. As if a little beer will make you fat. Oh, wait, I just remembered that my husband is going to invest in a movie, but there's a small issue. The crew hasn't been able to find the perfect actress to play the leading role. Now that I have met the three of you, I must say, I think you are all perfect. It's just I don't know which of you should be picked for the movie ..." Jean bit her lip and turned to face Zed. She didn't want him to contradict her. And so she smiled at him hoping that Zed would understand. When Zed returned her smile, Jean relaxed.

Hearing that Zed was investing in a movie, the three actresses scrambled to say, "In this case, we should have fun together. Drinking beer doesn't have much to do with a beer belly. Jean, let's drink. I can drink a lot."

"Me too. Where is the beer? Waiter, hurry up ..."

"Right. We all can drink tonight without worrying about careers and schedules. You are absolutely right, Jean. Since we are here to relax, then we don't need to let our troubles ruin this night. Let's just put them aside and do as we please."

Jean was satisfied with the effect she had. She knew that the actresses would be enticed with the prospect of being selected for a movie funded by the Qi Group. She nodded her head as two male waiters carried beer into the room. Their eyes glimmered when they saw the celebrities.

"Put the beer here. Close the door on your way out." Madeline spoke curtly to the waiters.

After the waiters had left, the women began playing Jean's game.

Two hours later ... Between the three of them, the women had drunk five cases of beer. Jean only had five bottles. Although she was trying to stay calm, she was struggling. She wasn't accustomed to drinking. The actresses, however, could drink much more than her.

For that reason, Jean had been sly enough to drink a lot less than the actresses. Madeline had drunk the most. She had consumed almost eighteen bottles of beer. Jean started to feel sorry for these celebrities. It seemed that they had suffered to develop their career.

However, they weren't worth the pity. They schemed to bully her in the beginning.

"Come on, finish the last bit. There isn't much left in your bottles." Jean walked to Wendy and Madeline with half a bottle in her hand. She smiled enchantingly, "Drink or you will lose the game."

"I can't. I can't drink anymore." Madeline and Wendy excused herself from the game. Zabrina had passed out on the carpet.

"No. You have to drink it." Jean insisted.

"Please. We really can't drink any more." Wendy slurred. Before Jean could reply, Wendy lay down on the floor and closed her eyes.

Madeline saw that and felt victorious. After all, Maggie had run out a long time ago. Zabrina was snoring on the carpet and now, Wendy had joined her. From amongst the four celebrity women, Madeline had the greatest tolerance for alcohol. That gave her something to be proud of. Slowly, she laid her arms on the table and rested her head. It wasn't long before she passed out as well.

"Hey, how can you ..." Jean protested.

"That's enough!" Zed stood and walked toward her. He frowned and said, "It's time for you to go to bed!"

"No. I'm not done yet." Jean mumbled. "They have to finish their beer..." But Zed wasn't listening. He scooped Jean in his arms and carried her outside the room.

"Put me down. Put me down ..." Jean was in an uncomfortable position. Instead of carrying her in his arms, Zed has tossed her over his shoulder. She rubbed her face when she began to feel dizzy. Then Jean mumbled, "Why do I feel so sick? I don't feel good ... "

After stepping into the elevator, Zed retorted, "What made you think you wouldn't feel sick after drinking so much? Do you think you are just like them? Those women drink practically every day. They have more practice. And you? You barely drink!"

Jean felt as though she needed to explain herself. However, her brain felt so heavy that she couldn't think. She closed her eyes gradually ...

Zed put Jean down on the bed gently before undressing her. He used a wet washcloth to cool her hot, red cheeks. As he settled Jean into the bed, he wondered why he hadn't interrupted the game earlier. Why did he let her get so carried away?

"Why were you so determined to get them drunk today?" Zed asked calmly.

Jean's eyes flew open at the question. Being reminded of her purpose had sobered her up. She pointed at Zed and said, "They wanted to bully me. They talked poorly about me when they thought I wasn't around. They planned on getting me drunk to embarrass me today. I simply reversed their plan. Am I horrible for wanting to get revenge? They started it. It's all their fault."

"Spoke poorly about you?" Zed questioned. His eyes turned cold. He asked, "What did they say?"

"Of course, they did. What did you think would happen? This happens all the time!" She sat up in bed and glowered at Zed as if he were to blame.

All of a sudden, she wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her cheek against his. Jean placed a soft kiss on his cheek before continuing, "It's all because of you. Do you know that? It's your fault! I didn't want to fall in love with you. But I did. And I cannot help but feel jealous when other women confess to being in love with you. It breaks my heart!"