Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

An Yexuan went up to Yun Bixue and immediately grabbed her elbow. “Yun Bixue, what tricks are you up to this time?”

Yun Bixue let An Yexuan grab her arm as she said in a low and gentle voice, “An Yexuan, look at my clothes. I’m really here to be an attendant, so drinking with you is part of my job.” When she lowered her head, Yun Bixue concealed the hate and murderous intent in her eyes.

Seeing such a gentle Yun Bixue before him, An Yexuan could not bear to ignore her. His heart was thumping wildly. He really could not distinguish between the past and the present.

It was as if she was still the junior who trusted and depended on him.

“Bixue!” An Yexuan called her name in his dazed state. When he realized what he had just said, his face turned pale, and he immediately pushed her away.

When Yun Bixue was suddenly pushed, she staggered backwards pitifully.

Seeing how she almost fell down when he pushed her, An Yexuan’s heart clenched. He wanted to hold on to her, but he did not stretch out his hand to help her.

Seeing how her eyelashes fluttered, he really wanted to know what she was feeling at that moment. However, she kept her head down, so he could not see the look in her eyes clearly.

An Yexuan felt his heart becoming even more vexed. He stared at the unopened beers on the table and said, “Don’t you want to drink with me? Come here.”

Yun Bixue’s lips curved into a mocking smile. It turned out that acting weak, just like how she was like in her first year of university, worked on him.

He did not forget how she was like!

However, all these were not important now. Her priority was to bring him down today.

Yun Bixue opened a can of beer and drank can after can of it with An Yexuan.

Towards the end, An Yexuan felt a little lightheaded. However, he was surprised to find that Yun Bixue’s alcohol tolerance was really good. Aside from the red flush on her face, there was nothing wrong with her at all.

“Yun Bixue, your alcohol tolerance?” He remembered that in her first year of university, she would not even touch a drop of alcohol. The only time when she drank alcohol, it was only a cup, and she got drunk immediately back then.

Yun Bixue replied coldly, “An Yexuan, you won’t believe it, right? Do you know how I trained my alcohol tolerance?”

An Yexuan’s expression was solemn. He pursed his lips without saying a word.

In a casual voice, Yun Bixue continued, “Do you still remember back in Ning An City, when the Yun family went bankrupt and I needed money for my grandfather’s surgery? I went around asking for help from so many people and drank a lot then. That was how I trained my alcohol tolerance. Do you know that?”

An Yexuan tightened his grip on the glass in his hand. He could probably break it if he exerted his strength.

“Great Young Master An, that was all because of you. I hope you will remember that.” After saying that, she downed another glass of beer.

An Yexuan could not describe what he felt. He felt suffocated, as though the suite was so stuffy it made it difficult for him to breathe.

“Yun Bixue, do you hate me a lot?”

“Didn’t I say this before? I don’t love you, so all the more I wouldn’t hate you. I don’t care at all. It’s all in the past now. Why are you not drinking? Do you think you can’t beat a mere woman like me at drinking?”

When Yun Bixue incited him, An Yexuan started to down glasses of beer with Yun Bixue again.

As he drank, he could feel that his head was spinning. When he was about to lose his consciousness, he could feel Yun Bixue walking up to him.

Yun Bixue immediately abandoned her weak and pathetic demeanor, her gaze turning icy cold.

She stood before An Yexuan and clasped her hands around An Yexuan’s neck. She said in a ruthless tone, “Great Young Master An, do you know how much I want to strangle you to death? But you can’t die now. I want you to suffer the same pain as I did back then. The An family will slowly fall to ruin in your hands.”

Yun Bixue strangled him with all her might. Just as An Yexuan was about to lose his last breath, she let go of him.

In fact, An Yexuan was still conscious at this point. He did not know why, but he did not fight back. Perhaps he knew in his heart that Yun Bixue would not kill him.