Translator: Paperplane Editor: DarkGem

  After just two minutes, Lu Jinnian parked his car. The doors opened and Qiao Anhao stepped out.

  Xu Jiamu also got out of the car. He walked over and carried Little Rice Cake out of the infants car seat. "Missed uncle?"

  "Yeah," answered the boy softly. He handed Xu Jiamu a piece of candy he had brought back from kindergarten. "Uncle, for you."

  The candy was already unwrapped and there was a layer of dust. Who could know just how long Little Rice Cake had held onto it.

  When he handed it to Xu Jiamu, he wasn’t the least bit disgusted and hesitant, opened his mouth and sucked on it.

  "Brother Jiamu, the candy’s dirty. Little Rice Cake has been playing with it all the way here. He refused to give it to us." Qiao Anhao couldn’t help but say something.

  "Don’t worry. It won’t kill anyone," said Xu Jiamu, as he couldn’t care less. Then he teased Little Rice Cake into a hug.

  Lu Jinnian didn’t get out of the car. In a flat tone, he said to Xu Jiamu through the window, "Jiamu, Huan Ying Entertainment is holding a dinner party next Wednesday. Drop by."

  "Isn’t it enough that you’re going? What’s the point in me being there?" Xu Jiamu’s complete attention was on Little Rice Cake.

  "The party will be quite big. Lots of young wealthy women will be there. What if someone catches your eye……" added Qiao Anhao.

  "Hm……" Xu Jiamu chuckled. "I’m not going to find a date. The two of you don’t have to waste your efforts."

  "If you found someone on your own, then your brother and I wouldn’t have to bother." Qiao Anhao reached her hand out and pulled Little Rice Cake into her arms. "You’re already thirty-one years old, yet you’re still alone. That’s not right. What’s more, if you have someone you like, then just marry them. And if not, why don’t you let your brother have an arranged marriage for Xu Enterprise?"

  Someone I like…… Xu Jiamu’s eyes slightly turned dark. He continued to smile and said, "Let’s talk about it later". He pulled the car door open and got into his car. As he lowered the window down, he said "Bye bye", then turned into his own villa.

  Xu Jiamu changed his shoes and went right up to the second floor. He laid on the bed for no more than two minutes, before he heard the doorbell ring.

  Xu Jiamu thought that Qiao Anhao had ran over to ask him to go to the party, and so he didn’t think much of it. He pulled the covers over his head and continued to lie with his eyes closed. The doorbell rang ceaselessly, Xu Jiamu couldn’t help but let out a distressed sigh. He then climbed out of bed and made his way downstairs.

  "Qiao Anhao, are you done?" he asked as he opened the door. There, standing at the door, was Song Xiangsi. He froze for a second, before saying flatly, "What are you doing here?"

  Song Xiangsi’s face was pale white and her eyes looked flustered. She apparently couldn’t hear the restraint in his words, as she hastily grabbed his sleeve. "Mr. Xu, could you do me a favor?"

  From what Xu Jiamu remembered, this was the first time her saw her this flustered. His brows gently furrowed, and the next second he opened the door wider and said, "Come and let’s talk". He turned around and stepped into the room.

  Without hesitation, Song Xiangsi walked right in.

  When she walked into the living room, Xu Jiamu didn’t even glance back at her. He just pointed at the sofa and signaled for her to take a seat, after which he went over in front of the drinks dispenser and got a cup of water.