A server approached with a tray, interrupting the tense atmosphere. "Miss, your pure juice is here."
After setting it down, the server scurried away.
Si Yuhuan picked up the juice glass and sniffed it—very sour orange juice. He raised his eyebrows. "Coming here, not drinking alcohol or picking up men, but drinking juice? You really don't see them as human, do you?"
He then had Yan Qing swap it for strong liquor and filled Jian Xi's glass. "Drink this. Otherwise, how could it possibly fit your trampy image of playing around with men?"
Jian Xi was infuriated by his derogatory remarks. This man was clearly here just to spite her.
SMACK—
She knocked Si Yuhuan's hand away. "What I drink is none of your business, is it?"
Thinking of the child she was carrying, and how he was now forcing her to drink hard liquor—whether Si Yuhuan knew the truth or not—Jian Xi just wanted to beat him up.
"Si Yuhuan, you're nothing but a total asshole."
