Capítulo 482: Tempting the Bird (1)

Flipping it open, Cai Wenxi revealed a shining bottle of whiskey, a beacon of temporary relief glowing softly under the dim car light.

"..."

"..."

Zhang Ming was a habitual drinker, always ensuring his liquor cabinet was fully stocked.

After a moment of hesitant contemplation, Cai Wenxi's hand reached out, her fingers curling around the cool glass of the whiskey bottle—

Gulp...

Gulp...

"Haaa..." She swallowed a quarter of the whiskey in quick succession, the sharp liquid burning down her throat.

She then let out a long, drawn-out sigh, her face a mask of relief mixed with a hint of despair.

Her high tolerance for alcohol was both a curse and a blessing, seemingly serving her better in moments of distress than her own conscious efforts to manage her emotions.

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