Becoming a Billionaire after Divorce-Chapter 672 - 244: Han Meimei: You Bastard!

"It’s okay, I’ll drink a bit with Uncle. I can handle my liquor," Sun Dasheng interrupted Han Meimei.

Unexpectedly.

He underestimated the situation.

Mr. Han, a hardy veteran from the military, drank like it was water.

After retirement, of course, he couldn’t drink much at home, whether due to complaints from his wife and kids or their financial situation.

It had been a long time since he drank so freely like today.

Enjoyable!

It was really enjoyable.

Even someone with Sun Dasheng’s enhanced physique couldn’t keep up anymore.

After all, before the enhancement, he was just an ordinary person who’d be knocked out after one drink.

A weak foundation means limited improvement, no matter the enhancement.

Anyway, against a battle-hardened veteran like Mr. Han, he was no match at all.

"Uncle, you’re amazing!" Sun Dasheng said sincerely, looking at the table filled with bottles, his eyes a little glazed.

"Were you in a special position in the military?"

"Of course, back in the day, I was in the Logistics and Procurement Department, and every time we went to the Russians to buy weapons, the commanders would always take me along."

As Mr. Han got into the story, his eyes narrowed in reminiscence of those glorious days on the drinking table, his face beaming with pride.

Those were the highlights of his life.

But... later, he left the military for special reasons.

Returning to his small family, he lived peacefully and happily, settling into a normal life.

"Wow, I never knew you had such stories, Uncle." Sun Dasheng played the role of a good listener.

"Those Russians are all heavy drinkers, huh?"

Mr. Han, his face glowing, said, "Indeed. When it comes to drinking, we’re no match for them overall, but I was the exception. My best record was single-handedly taking down an entire table of Russians. I even helped with negotiations for advanced weapon imports back then."

At this point, he stopped.

Being a soldier, the instinct to keep secrets was ingrained in him.

Even now, tipsy and eager to boast, he could restrain himself at critical moments.

"Impressive!" Sun Dasheng genuinely admired.

Although ’drunkard’ has never been a compliment domestically.

But in the right context, this skill could indeed bring glory to the country.

I remember there’s a fighter jet we imported from the Russians, thanks to a super drinker general who drank it back home.

"Sun, you’re not bad either. I rarely meet young folks who can drink like you."

"Come on, let’s have another one between us!"

Mr. Han raised his hand shakily.

But Sun Dasheng had already collapsed, sleeping on the table.

"Drink, drink, all you’ve done is talk nonsense." Mrs. Han came over to clean up the mess.

Not forgetting to call to her daughter, who was playing with her phone on the couch, "Meimei, carry Sun to your room, let him rest well."

"Oh, I’m coming."

An 80kg man, how could Han Meimei carry him by herself?

"Mom, give me a hand."

Mrs. Han put down her bowl, took an arm, and the mother-daughter duo worked together to drag him into the room and heavily tossed him onto the bed.

Han Meimei, wiping the sweat from her forehead, astonished, said, "He doesn’t look like he has much meat, but he’s surprisingly heavy."

"Alright, go to the bathroom, fetch some hot water, and wipe him down. Let him have a good sleep."

Mrs. Han left after saying this.

What?

This?

A single sentence from her mother left her standing there, blushing.

As an eighteen-year-old girl.

She knew about high school romance.

At most, it’s just chatting, holding hands, maybe sneaking into the woods for a secret kiss.

But to undress and wipe down a grown man was beyond her experience.

Could this be what adult romance is like?

Really... embarrassing.

She initially wanted to ask her mom for help. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

But she saw her busy taking care of her drunken dad.

So she had to do this herself.

After all, there’s a first time for everything.

Right, Han Meimei.

Come on.

Bringing the hot water, lifting Sun Dasheng’s clothes, she was dumbfounded.

My God, the eight-pack abs and those charming chest muscles.

Almost made her drool.

Wipe, firmly wipe.

The towel soaked in hot water, wrung out, and she slowly wiped his body.

Inch by inch, like wiping a precious antique, not daring to be careless.

The more she wiped, the brighter her eyes shone, and the redder her ears became.

Finished with the upper body, her gaze involuntarily drifted downward: should that also be wiped?

At this moment, her mother’s voice came from outside the room: "Meimei, are you done over there?"

"Ah?" Han Meimei, slightly flustered, quickly covered him with the blanket.

Then she carried the basin of hot water out.

"Mom, I’m done."

Then she saw her dad sleeping on the couch.

"What’s this?" She wondered why her always-caring mother let him sleep there.

"Oh, he drank so much today, let him sleep here tonight as a minor punishment."

She chuckled as she explained, "We had a guest today, the house is small, Sun is sleeping in your room, let your dad make do on the couch for the night, you sleep with me."

It seems mom still loves her.

Han Meimei’s mood instantly turned delightful.

’Thud!~’

A loud bang.

Followed by a series of crashes.

As it turned out, Mr. Han had rolled off the couch and knocked over the fruit platter on the coffee table.

Han Meimei hurried over to help her mom lift her dad up and then said, "Mom, it’s better if dad sleeps in the room with you, I’ll make do on the couch for a night."