After Lin Zhengyi finished introducing everyone, there were only two glasses left in front of him.
He brought one of them over to Ji Yi then whispered in a particularly cold voice, "Drink with each and every person in this room, then I'll listen to what you have to say!"
After a pause, Lin Zhengyi added, "This is the chance I'm giving you. It's up to you if you want to take it!"
After he said this, Lin Zhengyi raised his glass high and shot Ji Yi a beaming smile, "Come, Xiao Yi, raise your glass to everyone here!"
It wasn't like Ji Yi didn't realize that Lin Shengyi was treating her like one of the usual girls he brought to these occasions just to put her in an awkward position.
Long before she arrived, she already guessed that Lin Zhengyi wouldn't make things so easy for her.
Since she was in a coma for three years, she didn't know many of these powerful people.
The only reason she came to speak to Lin Zhengyi was because she had a recording of what Lin Zhengyi said to her that night. No matter how corrupt Lin Zhengyi was in private, he still needed to maintain his public image, so she brought the recording to make a trade with him.
She could just show her cards to Lin Zhengyi at the dinner table and pull out the recording pen, but that would undoubtedly make him lose face. Not only would it completely burn bridges, he would never reinvest in He Jichen's "Three Thousand Lunatics."
If she hadn't seen He Jichen in such a difficult position with her own eyes, she wouldn't have taken this path and she wouldn't have to put up with all this.
Ji Yi stared at the full glass of white wine in Lin Zhengyi's hand with a streak of determination in her eyes. The next second, she took the glass, got up, and walked over to the director sitting next to Lin Zhengyi. She raised her glass with a bright smile and said, "Director, here's to you."
After clinking glasses, Ji Yi nodded and downed the glass of wine.
The burning sensation slid down her throat all the way to her stomach, making Ji Yi feel extremely uncomfortable. She sat back down in her original seat to get herself together before Lin Zhengyi grabbed the bottle of wine and topped up her glass.
"Producer, here's to you."
"Mr. Luo, cheers."
Ji Yi drank to each person at the table, one glass after another. When it was over, Ji Yi felt like vomiting.
She couldn't count how many of Lin Zhengyi's glasses she downed, but she felt Lin Zhengyi deliberately edge a lot closer. He was so close that his hand started to vaguely grope her body through her clothes.
Ji Yi instinctively wanted to run away, but she thought about He Jichen and how much he gave up for his dreams, and how he was soon going to have nothing at all.
Compared to him, what she was enduring was nothing.
Ji Yi didn't know how she could take it, but she knew that before she fainted completely, she had to grit her teeth and bear it. She tried hard to smile and continued to down glass after glass.
In the private room opposite, Qian Ge gracefully leaned back in her chair as she watched the videos her manager secretly recorded. Her lips couldn't help but curve into a smirk.