Chapter 125: The Show-Off Prince

At this moment, Wang Wei had already approached Chen Yufeng’s table. Accompanying him was a waiter carrying two bottles of Martell XO, each one-liter bottles, equivalent to two jin in weight.

He instructed the waiter to bring over two large glass bowls and proceeded to pour the cognac from each bottle into the bowls. This spectacle immediately drew the attention of many nearby guests.

This was precisely the effect Wang Wei desired.

Those who recognized Wang Wei merely glanced over, losing interest quickly, as there was nothing particularly impressive about this display. He was once again trying to intimidate others with alcohol.

After filling the bowls, Wang Wei looked earnestly at Chen Yufeng and said, “Brother Yufeng, I was reckless earlier and may have offended you. They say no acquaintance without conflict, so I’d like to make friends with you.”

As he spoke, he set the large glass bowl before Chen Yufeng and held one himself. The implication was unmistakable: though drinking so lavishly at such a high-end event might seem unbecoming, Wang Wei was determined to assert his dominance at the table and have Chen Yufeng admit defeat, regaining some dignity for himself.

Liu Telin, watching someone about to challenge Chen Yufeng and potentially suffer, felt a secret thrill. The male idol was about to show off again, and she was eager to support him. She quickly urged Wang Wei, “Handsome sir, there’s no need to bring such big bowls to intimidate him. Just a glass to be polite should suffice. He’s not much of a drinker.”

“Beautiful lady, you’re mistaken,” Wang Wei chuckled, casting a mischievous look at Chen Yufeng. “I can tell Brother Yufeng is a man of passion—there’s no way he can’t handle his drinks.”

“Isn’t that right, Brother Yufeng? A man can’t afford to say he can’t drink.”

Liu Telin was inwardly delighted, expecting the male idol to down the drinks swiftly and shatter his opponent’s pride. Yet, to her disappointment, Chen Yufeng showed no sign of such intent.

He met Wang Wei’s challenging gaze but paid no heed. Instead, he raised his wine glass and took a polite sip of red wine, a symbolic gesture of respect.

Wang Wei, unwilling to relent, snatched the glass from Chen Yufeng’s hand and shook the large bowl before him. “Brother Yufeng, there’s two jin of cognac in this bowl. Let’s see who can finish it within one minute. What do you say?”

Chen Yufeng, unimpressed by such triviality, replied coolly, “I never waste my time on meaningless tasks.”

“Then you’re afraid, right?”

Wang Wei’s face lit up with triumph upon seeing Chen Yufeng’s refusal. “Good that you admit it. As a man, if you can’t even handle your liquor, you’re no real man. If you’ve got the guts…”

At that moment, the host of the evening, He Shihao, approached with a wine glass in hand. Seeing the newcomer, Wang Wei’s heart swelled with pride.

So his reputation was considerable enough to have Boss He personally come over for a toast.

He promptly set down the large bowl, poured himself a glass, and raised it toward He Shihao. “Uncle He, it’s an honor to have you come over to toast me. I’ll drink first in your honor!”

He downed the glass in one go.

However, Wang Wei’s embarrassment came when He Shihao only took a polite sip in return, then turned his attention to Chen Yufeng, raising his brandy glass with a warm smile.

“My great benefactor, I apologize for my earlier neglect. I just heard from my wife that you came to attend my daughter’s birthday party. I must have been remiss in my hospitality. Please accept this toast first.”

He finished the entire glass of cognac in one gulp, clearly showing great respect for Chen Yufeng.

What on earth was this young man’s background, to command such deference from someone like He Shihao, who even toasted him first?

As Wang Wei was puzzling over this, Chen Yufeng stood and smiled politely at He Shihao. “Uncle He, you’re too kind.”

Chen Yufeng was always a man who repaid others generously. Without hesitation, he lifted the large bowl of cognac before him and drained it in one swift gulp, no more than three seconds.

Afterward, he licked his lips and shook his head, remarking, “This amber liquid doesn’t taste very good.”

“You just drank how much cognac? About one or two jin?” He Shihao was stunned, standing there in a daze.

Those around them were equally astounded, staring at Chen Yufeng as if he were a mythical creature.

How could this wealthy young man possess such a supernatural tolerance for alcohol?

To finish two jin of cognac in under three seconds without showing any signs of intoxication was beyond comprehension.

Was he a god of wine?

Even if it were just water, finishing that amount in three seconds seemed impossible.

This was truly something unfathomable—a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle.

Ignoring the astonished onlookers, Chen Yufeng casually pointed at Wang Wei and said, “I’m not sure how much exactly. You should ask him.”

Wang Wei was utterly dumbfounded, struck speechless and horrified.

He had poured that bowl himself—two full jin of cognac—and yet this young man had downed it in less than three seconds.

It defied all logic and reason.

Not even two jin of water could be consumed so swiftly.

If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t have believed it for a moment.

Though puzzled about how Chen Yufeng accomplished this feat, there was no doubt—this was a true god of wine.

A genuine hero of the drinking hall.

Wang Wei suddenly felt a burning shame on his face. Just moments ago, he had challenged someone to a drinking contest, unwittingly inviting his own humiliation.

Clatter—

In his excitement, Wang Wei’s hand trembled, causing his glass to fall onto the carpet, spilling wine everywhere.

He was overwhelmed—stunned and thrilled all at once.

Though arrogant and disdainful toward most, Wang Wei held absolute respect for anyone who could utterly surpass him.

He had met many skilled drinkers, each worthy of the title “wine immortal,” with astonishing tolerance, but none reached this nearly supernatural level.

Without a doubt, Chen Yufeng was the most formidable opponent he had ever encountered.

Regaining his composure, Wang Wei offered a sheepish smile to Chen Yufeng and apologized, “Brother Yufeng, I truly regret my earlier offense. I, Wang Wei, am humbled. If there’s anything you need, just say the word.”

Chen Yufeng glanced at him and motioned with a wave of his hand, “Squat down.”

“Understood, Wine God, please instruct me.” Wang Wei obediently crouched beside Chen Yufeng like a diligent student.

Chen Yufeng tapped his head and asked, “You’re that special forces king, the super soldier, right?”

“Um… no, no, I don’t dare,” Wang Wei quickly shook his head in embarrassment.

Chen Yufeng then looked at him seriously and warned, “Remember, don’t use your strengths to bully others. What kind of hero does that make you? There’s always someone stronger, and the sky is higher than the sky—you don’t know that? Also, keep a low profile. Don’t act so arrogant and disgrace the title of soldier king. Understand?”

“Yes, yes, I understand,” Wang Wei nodded repeatedly, clearly having fully submitted to Chen Yufeng and realized his previous arrogance.

There is always someone mightier on the mountain.

Yet, his mood seemed to brighten considerably.

Not wanting to disturb Chen Yufeng’s conversation with the beauty, Wang Wei greeted him briefly and then wisely moved to the side to amuse himself.

When he looked back at Chen Yufeng, the resentment in his eyes had been completely replaced by admiration.

He saluted Chen Yufeng’s retreating figure with a crisp military salute:

“Thank you, Brother Yufeng. You have made me see clearly and taught me how to be a better man.”