Chapter 112: Yinyin, Let's Drink

Mu Yinyin’s eyes flickered faintly as she spoke again, “Lord Yanluo.”

Gao Zhusheng’s expression flickered with surprise, and in the next moment, his posture straightened somewhat. He asked with some confusion, “Lord Yanluo?”

Clearly, he knew who Lord Yanluo was.

Of course, the title Yanluo—King of the Underworld—was renowned worldwide.

Mu Yinyin nodded solemnly, her voice earnest. “Yes, she can treat her for you as repayment.”

Gao Zhusheng looked at her with some doubt. “Lord Yanluo?”

This time, his emphasis was not from mishearing but skepticism.

Obviously, he was questioning why Mu Yinyin spoke so confidently.

Moreover, such a claim could very well be a scam.

Mu Yinyin nodded again. “That’s true, I have no proof here, but you must have contact with Sister Wan. You can ask her later if this really happened.”

Gao Zhusheng narrowed his eyes slightly, as if weighing the matter.

But Mu Yinyin, as the head of the Starry Group, shouldn’t be lying. If there really was the guarantee of Lord Yanluo, then it must be...

After a moment, he looked at Mu Yinyin and said, “President Mu, what you say is indeed tempting, but how close is your relationship with Lord Yanluo that she would keep treating me?”

A faint smile played on Mu Yinyin’s lips, as if negotiating a collaboration, guiding step by step.

“Bamboo shoots are indeed precious and can save lives, but you must know this can only be used once. You bought it just to extend your life, not really to save for the future, right?”

Gao Zhusheng squinted his eyes, not surprised. After all, Mu Yinyin must have made inquiries from many angles before trying to tempt him once she found he was a rival.

After a pause, he asked again, “So?”

Mu Yinyin twitched her lips. “What I mean, you probably already understand, is that Lord Yanluo is different—she can save you multiple times.”

Gao Zhusheng smiled wryly. “That may be, but how many times can she really save me?”

“Five times.”

“Five times?” Gao Zhusheng chuckled. “Yinyin, I think you know how precious these bamboo shoots are. Even if I don’t use them at the crucial moment, they still extend my life. You want to settle for just five times?”

He leaned back leisurely in his chair, looking remarkably at ease. Crossing one leg over the other, he tapped his foot back and forth, clearly in no rush.

If Lord Yanluo existed, he would consider it—but that was secondary. His main interest was in Mu Yinyin herself.

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Mu Yinyin studied the man before her calmly and asked, “Then how many times do you want?”

“Well, twenty times wouldn’t be too much.” Gao Zhusheng raised a hand and tapped the table lightly. Without alcohol, he wasn’t in much mood to eat.

Mu Yinyin, disgusted by the chopsticks he had just used, didn’t want to eat either and continued, “Twenty times?”

To many, being saved five times by Lord Yanluo would be a tremendous honor.

After all, Lord Yanluo’s intervention meant stealing a life back from the king of the underworld—hence the name.

Five times was already extraordinary. Yet Gao Zhusheng demanded twenty.

If others heard, they would think he was delusional.

But Mu Yinyin had to continue negotiating because of Guo Xiaoqi’s life.

Often, to win someone’s heart, you must understand their needs.

But with Guo Xiaoqi’s life involved, Mu Yinyin dared not be too forceful, fearing it might provoke his resistance.

Before she could say anything further, Gao Zhusheng laughed and said, “We can talk business, but let’s not let it affect our meal. Yinyin, you said you wanted to have some food before drinking, but I see you haven’t touched your chopsticks.”

Mu Yinyin was speechless.

She smiled and subconsciously picked up a pair of chopsticks he hadn’t used, replying with a smile, “Alright.”

She picked up a dish but didn’t eat immediately. Instead, she brought it close to her nose and sniffed lightly.

The man squinted, puzzled by her action.

Mu Yinyin said with some surprise, “It smells wonderful.”

Gao Zhusheng laughed heartily. “This place is famous; naturally, the food is good. Try it.”

Mu Yinyin nodded silently and put some in her mouth.

She could see everything on the table, and by sniffing first, she wanted to preliminarily check for anything unusual.

This man’s reputation was truly terrible; she had to be cautious.

As for the taste...

She wasn’t very hungry.

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Seeing her eat, Gao Zhusheng spoke again, “Try some of the others; their dishes are all good.”

“Okay.”

Mu Yinyin responded, still looking composed.

A deep smile curled at Gao Zhusheng’s lips, but noticing she hadn’t touched one particular dish, he cheerfully spun the lazy Susan toward her. “Yinyin, try this one. It’s quite good.”

Mu Yinyin’s eyes flickered briefly but quickly masked it. Gao Zhusheng did not notice.

A chilling resolve gleamed beneath her gaze. That dish was fine in itself.

But combined with the dish she had just eaten, it triggered a reaction—not poisoning, but an involuntary urge to act in a certain way.

Moreover, he planned to make her drink alcohol next. The numbing effect of alcohol would further stimulate her body’s cells.

It wasn’t obvious, but if Gao Zhusheng had other tricks, after these two dishes, she would be completely compromised.

Mu Yinyin forced a smile. “Sorry, President Gao, I can’t eat this dish. I’m allergic to it.”

Gao Zhusheng was speechless.

Useless!

What could Mu Yinyin be allergic to that even Yun He couldn’t detect?

He smiled and said, “I see, then don’t eat it.”

Once allergy was mentioned, forcing her to eat was out of the question. After all, she had just mentioned Lord Yanluo. He dared not be too harsh.

Mu Yinyin smiled and fixed her gaze on Gao Zhusheng. “Will you have some?”

He smiled. “I prefer drinking. Yinyin, join me?”

He called her “Yinyin” so naturally, but she rejected it from the bottom of her heart.

Her constitution was unique. Because of her previous poor tolerance for alcohol, she had prepared many medicines to sober up in advance. But this time, they were useless.

Once she drank, what followed would be beyond her control.