My Wife Is a Superstar novel Chapter 740

Chapter 740 Brains And Brawn

Meanwhile, in Livingsfill, just as Huang Zichao entered a private room in a club, someone knocked on the door. When he opened the door, he saw a man built like a steel tower before him.

The man then stepped away, allowing the man without any facial expression to amble forward. “Mr. Nan? You’re the one who invited me?” Huang Zichao was surprised.

Nan Chen stepped past him and entered the room with Qiao Zhan before locking the door. “What do you two want?” Huang Zichao got nervous.

Qiao Zhan stood in front of Huang Zichao and grabbed him by his collar. “Sir Chen has invited you to a meeting multiple times, yet each time, you turned him down. However, when I sent that anonymous message to you with another phone, you showed up. This means you’re afraid of someone. Tell me, who’s that person and who did you think sent you that message?”

In response, Nan Chen shot a glance at Qiao Zhan, gesturing for him to be gentler.

Of course, Huang Zichao wasn’t going to surrender that easily. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

A sigh slipped out of Qiao Zhan’s mouth as he turned to Nan Chen. “Not everyone is as self-aware as me, Sir Chen. Some people are just that despicable, refusing to reveal what they know until violence is applied.”

Sitting down, Nan Chen grabbed a wine bottle, smelled it, and put it down. “Ask a server to bring me five bottles of highly concentrated vodka with at least sixty percent alcohol by volume.”

“Why do you want vodka with that high ABV percentage, Sir Chen? Do you want to drink it?” Qiao Zhan asked.

Nan Chen simply waved, nonverbally telling him to do as he was told.

Thus, Qiao Zhan left and soon returned with the bottles.

“The ABV percentage of this vodka is way too high, Sir Chen. Don’t drink too much of it. In fact, it’s best if you don’t drink it at all,” Qiao Zhan advised.

“I’m not drinking. He’s the one drinking.” Lifting his chin, Nan Chen stared at Huang Zichao.

Panickily, Huang Zichao waved his hands. “No, no, no. I don’t want to drink such strong alcohol. I can’t.”

“You want to, and you will. There are too many thoughts running around in that noggin of yours. Once you’re drunk, you’ll be able to let them spill out.” Qiao Zhan popped open a bottle.

“I really can’t. My body can’t handle it if I drink it.”

Nan Chen glanced at Qiao Zhan.

However, Qiao Zhan wasn’t as bright as Jiang Zhe, which was why Jiang Zhe was Nan Chen’s mouthpiece while Qiao Zhan wasn’t.

Hence, Qiao Zhan merely stared at Nan Chen, slightly puzzled. What does he want me to do next?

That ticked Nan Chen off. Isn’t he skilled at prying someone’s mouth open? He’s even holding the prop right now, yet he still doesn’t know how to act. Are muscle heads really that simple-minded? Is it truly impossible for one to possess both brawn and brain?

He ordered icily, “Pour the vodka.”

“Oh, okay.” Qiao Zhan proceeded to pour the vodka into a glass and placed it in front of Nan Chen.

Coldly, Nan Chen shot a glare at him. I’m not the one drinking! How can he still not understand the drink’s meant for Huang Zichao and not me?