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  He nodded. “Mm. It’s fine, I’m here.”


  He whispered by her ear, his low and hoarse voice was surprisingly gentle.

  Xuxu retracted her neck to look at Hu Xiaoxiao, and then she lifted her glass. “Let me offer you a toast.”


  Hu Xiaoxiao smiled and graciously said, “I wish you and Yan Rusheng a lifetime of bliss together.”


  “Thank you.” Xuxu nodded with a smile, tilting her head upwards and finishing half of the glass of wine.

  She had been trying to improve her alcohol tolerance for the past few years. Every time she accompanied him to business engagements, he would often have to drink, and her heart ached to see him drink glass after glass. She wished she could drink one or two glasses on his behalf.

  Even if it were only a glass, she would be content.

  But she failed time after time.

  Perhaps it was psychological, but once she finished half a glass, she would feel her throat burning.

  She lifted her empty glass and said to the Young Masters, “I drank my share of wine. You can let me off now, right?”


  “What nonsense, we wouldn’t have forced you to drink if you refused.”


  Xuxu was dumbfounded.

  “Third Yan, let’s have a toast.”


  All of them let Xuxu off, but that didn’t mean that Yan Rusheng was off the hook.

  A toast was a must.

  All of them almost had their fill, so nobody suggested him to drink three glasses.

  When it was Jiang Zhuoheng’s turn, Yan Rusheng said to the waiter pouring wine, “Fill it to the brim.”


  As though he wouldn’t be manly enough if it wasn’t full.

  Xuxu was dumbfounded.

  He lost his rationality and became childish when it came to Ah Heng.

  “I hope that I’ll be able to attend your wedding with Hu Xiaoxiao soon.” Yan Rusheng clanked his glass full of wine against Jiang Zhuoheng’s, and he smugly smirked. Even a drunk man could tell.

  Jiang Zhuoheng smiled and remained silent. He lifted his glass and finished the wine.

  Next was Ming Ansheng.

  Yan Rusheng walked over and Xuxu followed him. Suddenly, Jiang Zhuoheng called after her. “Xuxu.”


  Xuxu stopped in her tracks and turned to look at him.

  He smiled and said, “I want to have a word with you.”


  Xuxu glanced at Yan Rusheng. Ming Ansheng was making things difficult for him and wanted him to drink three glasses.

  She predicted that they would spout inappropriate nonsense half of the time, so she nodded at Jiang Zhuoheng.

  It so happened that the person beside him had gone to the washroom so the adjacent seat was empty.

  Xuxu pulled the chair out and sat down.

  “Xuxu, you look…… beautiful today,” Jiang Zhuoheng praised, looking at her bride makeup.

  Subtle infatuation was seen in his eyes.

  He had loved her for so many years, and he had imagined her in a wedding dress countless times, walking down the aisle with him.

  She was finally a bride, but he wasn’t the groom.

  Fortunately, she was as beautiful in her wedding gown as he imagined.

  He could finally let her go.

  Xuxu pressed her lips, and she blinked mischievously at the gentleman. “When am I ever not beautiful?”


  Jiang Zhuoheng smiled faintly. “Actually, it doesn’t matter.”


  He thought,

  Xuxu didn’t understand his words. Confused, she asked, “What?”


  “Nothing.” Jiang Zhuoheng shook his head and changed the subject. “That child……”


  He then suddenly stopped and looked around, ensuring that no one was listening to their conversation.