Chapter 1593 — Zhong Yongliang Offers a Toast
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"Arrow Bro, this beef is delicious — try some!" Shen Yushu then gave Wei Zhao a piece of beef.
"Arrow Bro, this pastry is delicious — try some!" Shen Yushu added yet another piece of pastry to his plate.
In no time, Wei Zhao's plate had been heaped into a small mountain of food.
No one envied Wei Zhao this little bonanza. On the one hand, Shen Yushu was someone far out of their league — a girl they could never hope to reach. On the other hand, her formidable brother was not someone they could afford to provoke either!
Some harbored not-so-innocent guesses: when Shen Yushu's brother found out his sister had a boyfriend, might he come beat up Wei Zhao? Little did they know — at this very moment, Chen Yuxuan was burning incense in the hospital every single day, praying that his sister would marry Wei Zhao. Once that happened, the Chen family would be set for life!
"Wei Zhao, let me toast you!" Suddenly, after three rounds of drinking, Zhong Yongliang rose with his cup in hand and addressed Wei Zhao directly.
The raucous banquet fell instantly silent. Everyone stared at Zhong Yongliang with odd, puzzled expressions. All of them knew that Zhong Yongliang and Wei Zhao were at odds — the two had been locked in bitter rivalry ever since Wei Zhao had transferred in. Although Wei Zhao had later gotten the better of him, Zhong Yongliang certainly harbored no small measure of resentment.
So this toast now struck everyone as decidedly strange.
Wei Zhao too regarded Zhong Yongliang with a guarded look, unsure what game he was playing.
"Xiaofu, pour Wei Zhao a cup!" Zhong Yongliang paid the stares no mind and turned to Gao Xiaofu with a command.
"Yes, sir!" Gao Xiaofu picked up a bottle of liquor from beside him, uncorked it himself, and respectfully presented it before Wei Zhao.
Wei Zhao's brow furrowed slightly, but with the entire class looking on, he couldn't very well refuse. After all, they were classmates — if he turned it down now, everyone would think him petty and narrow-minded. Wei Zhao didn't care what they thought, but he had no desire to ruin everyone's enjoyment over it.
With that in mind, Wei Zhao offered a faint smile, raised his own cup, and let Gao Xiaofu pour the wine, remarking lightly: "Zhong Yongliang, what's suddenly come over you, offering me a toast?"
"Wei Zhao, you and I have had our share of bad blood," Zhong Yongliang said with apparent sincerity, "but we've graduated now. We were classmates once — let's put all those unpleasantnesses behind us. From here on, we're all good classmates. Once we graduate, we'll rarely see each other again, and all that old history is meaningless now. Everything is in this cup!"
"Oh?" Wei Zhao studied Zhong Yongliang's sincere expression, but his suspicion only deepened. He didn't believe for a moment that Zhong Yongliang had such good intentions. Just recently, Wei Zhao had fought Zhang Naipao — one look at that man revealed the depths of Zhong Yongliang's hatred for Wei Zhao. How could all that simply evaporate?
Was it because Zhang Naipao had been crippled that Zhong Yongliang had concluded taking him on was futile and decided to make peace? But that didn't seem quite right either.