“Damn it!” Lin Ziran ruffled his hair anxiously, “If you cuckold him, your reputation will stink too.
Who would dare to marry you in the future?”
“What’s that?”
“Wife goes to the bar, drinks to excess, makes a scene that provokes public outrage.
For a paragon of virtue like Master Xiao, he absolutely can’t tolerate his wife doing this.
Maybe he’ll kick you out of Ailan Castle within minutes, and he’ll never let anyone know he once married you by mistake, losing face.”
Imagining Zhan Moxiao kicking her out with one foot, flying out of the luxurious cage of Ailan Castle with a divorce certificate in her arms, Ou Lan burst into joy, “Let’s do just that!”
…
After school in the afternoon, Ou Lan followed Lin Ziran to the bar.
Sitting at the bar, without much ado, she directly ordered two dozen beers.
Ou Lan stared at the beers in front of her and asked Lin Ziran, “What do we do after finishing these beers?”
Lin Ziran nonchalantly popped open a beer bottle, “Of course, we smash up the bar.”
Ou Lan was a bit nervous, “Won’t we be buried alive by the bar boss?”
“At the foot of Imperial City, they wouldn’t dare.
At worst, they’ll just beat us up and throw us out.”
Ou Lan, “…” Damn, that’s also tough to take, “Ziran, I’m really scared.”
“Coward,” Lin Ziran looked at her with disdain, “Did you call Zhan Moxiao?”
“Forgot.”
“Hurry up and call him.
When you estimate he’s about to arrive, we’ll start smashing.”
Ou Lan fumbled with her phone, then suddenly remembered, “I, I don’t have his number?”
“Damn it, you don’t even have your own husband’s number.
How do you even be a wife?”
Ou Lan felt aggrieved—she had never truly been prepared to be somebody’s wife!
After thinking for a bit, Lin Ziran said, “Call the police, do it now.
Report a disturbance in the bar.
When we hear the siren, we start smashing.
Once we’re in the station, you have the police call Zhan Moxiao to bail us out.”
Ou Lan was only good at bluffing.
She and Lin Ziran had grown up together in the slums, always causing trouble and getting into fights with Lin Ziran being the mastermind, while she followed behind to break them up.
Now, hearing Lin Ziran’s bold plan, she felt jittery, “Ziran, do we really have to cause such a big scene?”
“Do you want a divorce or not?”
“I do.”
“If you do, then stop wasting time with all this nonsense and start drinking.”
“…Okay.”
Ou Lan quickly opened a beer and began to drink.
While drinking, she also made a police report.
Lin Ziran, like a little Zhuge, was incredibly accurate in her predictions.
As the sirens began to sound, they had just finished drinking all the beer, both of them dizzy and unsteady.
With a “smack” on the table, Lin Ziran yelled, “Smash!”
As she spoke, Lin Ziran swung a chair, shattering a glass table to smithereens, then immediately hurled another chair towards the bar where the bottles on the shelf smashed to pieces, with the bartender ducking and covering his head to the side.
Everyone looked over in shock to see a beautiful girl going berserk with alcohol, and instantly someone whistled.
Bar security quickly rushed over, “Do you know who owns this bar?
Causing trouble here is asking for death!”
Lin Ziran puffed out her chest with defiance, sure the police would arrive any second, “I’m smashing exactly here, I don’t care a damn who owns it!”
The security guards exchanged knowing smirks, “Feisty, huh?
Just don’t cry later.”
Ou Lan was losing her grip on the situation, not having heard the siren yet while Lin Ziran had started smashing already—what she didn’t know was that Lin Ziran had been hallucinating from the beer.
But alcohol gives courage, and at that moment Ou Lan was feeling bullish too, standing her ground defiantly, “Come on, fight me!”