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  Then he continued, “That lass is Anzi’s daughter, right?”


  Xuxu froze, slightly nervous.

  Of course, she knew who he was referring to—Xiaojiao.

  Although Xiaojiao looked like Su Yue, attentive ones could tell that the little lass resembled her father in some ways.

  She pressed his lips together. Her silence gave him his answer.

  Ever since they were young, she never once lied to Jiang Zhuoheng. She promised that she would never lie to him, and they had an unconditional mutual trust ever since.

  Jiang Zhuoheng attained his answer, and he chuckled softly.

  It wasn’t clear why he chuckled.

  Xuxu frowned. “What was that for? You can’t tell this to anyone, especially Ming Ansheng.”


  Her voice was close to a whisper.

  Jiang Zhuoheng smiled. “Then have a glass with me. Or else I’ll turn around and tell him right now.”


  His calculating eyes gleamed slyly.

  It was a rare opportunity to tease her.

  He thought he probably won’t have such a chance again.

  “Jiang Zhuoheng, I’ll get you back for this.” Xuxu picked up an almost empty bottle of wine and knocked it against his glass. She then finished it in one gulp.

  All of them were stunned.

  “Wen Xuxu, what’s gotten into you?”


  All of them were initially focused on Ming Ansheng and Yan Rusheng, but now all of them turned to look at her.

  After Xuxu downed the bottle, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Then she placed the bottle down and said to Jiang Zhuoheng, “You and Hu Xiaoxiao have driven me to the edge tonight. You guys are talented.”


  She was obviously joking.

  All of them roared in laughter. “Third Yan, Wen Xuxu is known for getting drunk with just one glass. You’ll get your special welfare tonight.”


  Who cares!

  His wife was drinking with his love rival. All he could think of was:

  “Ah Sheng, I……” She stood up unsteadily. She supported herself by holding onto the chair with one hand and grabbing Yan Rusheng’s arm with the other. “I think I’m drunk.”


  She obviously was.

  Yan Rusheng placed his glass down. He didn’t care that he hadn’t had a toast with Ming Ansheng. He immediately carried Xuxu.

  Of course, it was the romantic bridal style.

  “Everyone, as you guys can see, my wife has had a drop too many. Excuse us.”


  Yan Rusheng carried her out of the hall.

  The table of young masters cheered and whistled.

  They yelled after him, “Third Yan, don’t think that you can escape. The horseplay begins later.”
……

  “Ah Sheng, that line sounds familiar……” Xuxu blushed. She looked at him and smiled foolishly.

  Yan Rusheng asked, “Which line?”


  Xuxu replied, “The one you said earlier.”


  Yan Rusheng recalled it and smiled gently. “As you can see, my secretary has had a drop too many. Excuse us……”


  Xuxu chuckled and hugged his neck. “Husband, congratulations. You’ve gotten it right.”


  F*ck. He would really get his special welfare tonight.

  Young Master Yan’s body went stiff. He quickened his pace.

  “Those two fellows have left. Shouldn’t we begin the horseplay?”


  “Horseplay? Pry open their room door first.”


  The two main characters, Yan Rusheng and Wen Xuxu, had left. The drunken bunch was getting bored.

  “Let’s have more drinks at The First Wealth,” someone suggested.