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  Jiang Zhuoheng was still watching him with a crease in between his eyebrows.

  “What happened? Just say what’s on your mind.” Ming Ansheng frowned as he joked, “It’s horrifying if you keep staring at me.”


  Jiang Zhuoheng grinned. “Why are you drowning your sorrows?”


  His long fingers were absentmindedly and lightly stroking the wineglass.

  He seemed lost in his own thoughts.

  “How did you conclude that I was drowning my sorrows?” Ming Ansheng poured himself another glass and settled himself comfortably against the chair. He propped an arm on the chair and flashed a thought-provoking smile at Jiang Zhuoheng. “Perhaps I’m just overjoyed to see my good friend getting married today.”


  He bent his back and inched closer to Jiang Zhuoheng’s ear. He joked in a hushed voice, “Or perhaps you’re the one who wants to drown your sorrows on this miserable day?”


  He raised his eyebrows.

  Jiang Zhuoheng scoffed coldly. “Indeed. I wanted to drown my misery and coincidentally, I found my comrade.”


  He took a sip as he lazily answered.

  Ming Ansheng’s expression momentarily froze as he slumped backward. “Yeah……”


  He sighed ruefully.

  Against his will, his eyes wandered to Su Yue from time to time.

  Jiang Zhuoheng followed Ming Ansheng’s line of vision. His eyes landed on Su Xiaojiao, who Su Yue was carrying.

  The expression in his eyes turned profound as he mulled over something.

  Ming Ansheng’s drawl caught his attention. “Xuxu and Third Yan are married. Are you planning to maintain the status quo with Hu Xiaoxiao?”


  Jiang Zhuoheng tore his eyes away and turned to Ming Ansheng. He grinned and asked, “Everyone else already have children. Aren’t you looking for a stepmother for Beibei?”


  Ming Ansheng dismissed his questions with a lazy wave of a hand. ”

  It’s really hard to get a heartfelt answer from you.”


  They raised their glasses and gulped down at the same time.

  “Why are both of you drinking by yourselves?”


  “Exactly. Are you ignoring us?”


  “Ah Heng, you came so late with Hu Xiaoxiao. Shouldn’t you punish yourself with three glasses?”


  Everyone chimed in to goad Jiang Zhuoheng into drinking.

  “Where is Lu Yinan?” Jiang Zhuoheng raised his glass and nodded before taking a sip. He smoothly changed the topic.

  Ming Ansheng answered, “Yanyan had a cut near her eyes so Lu Yinan sent her to the hospital. He should be back later.”


  Jiang Zhuoheng smiled with a trace of affection in his eyes. “That little imp is the most mischievous.”


  Young Master Lu’s youngest daughter’s wild personality was well known among their circle of friends.

  Everyone knew that she had inherited Zhou Shuang’s personality, and she was a miniature version of her mother.

  At the mention of the famous Third Lu, Ming Ansheng was exasperated and amused. “Exactly.”


  A person chimed in. “I heard that the girl wanted to marry Yan Nuoxing in the future.”


  “Second Lu wanted to as well. But she said she doesn’t want to fight with her sister like those TV characters. So, in the end, she gave up.” Young Master Li guffawed as he glanced at Ming Ansheng. “She wants to marry your Beibei instead.”


  Lu Yinan’s daughters were courageous, aggressive, and weren’t afraid of anything.

  Ming Ansheng was speechless.

  He was aware that the two little imps accompanied their grandmother as she watched her TV dramas. According to Zhou Shuang, they had watched a popular period drama for at least five times.

  The period drama had an exciting plot and characters, and the children loved to portray them.

  “I realized how wonderful it is to have a daughter.”


  “I couldn’t agree more. Look at Lu Yinan. He has two. Look how smug he is right now. He always talks about Jiaojiao and Yinan, but he hardly mentions his son.”


  “A girl is her father’s love in his previous life. He has two, obviously, it should overjoy him.”


  Everyone started discussing daughters, and it made Ming Ansheng feel uncomfortable.