Yan Rusheng was speechless.
“Hahaha.” Zhou Shuang laughed at his expense. “Yan Rusheng, just you wait. Your darling daughter which you so painstakingly brought up will end up moving into my house one day.”
It was simply delightful to see the pretentious one get humiliated.
Yan Rusheng retracted his gaze and turned to her. With a cold smile, he said, “Ha, what ‘your house’? You’re an intruder yourself.”
Zhou Shuang was speechless.
“Both of you, stop quarreling. I’ve had enough!”
Wen Xuxu spoke up to clear the air.
Then she patted the flour off her hands and stood up. “Aren’t we playing mahjong? Hurry up. We need to sleep soon.”
“Who’s playing?”
“Me.”
“Me.”
Zhou Shuang and Su Yue raised their hands eagerly, as though they were afraid that they wouldn’t get the opportunity to play.
In reality, there were only so few of them. Who was going to snatch their places?
“Including me, we have three players. We need one more,” Xuxu said, her gaze swept across the congregation. Her gaze finally landed on Su Yan. “Su Yan, you play.”
Su Yan lifted his head and smiled. “I’m tired. You guys go ahead.”
His smile seemed forced.
Xuxu pressed her lips and didn’t force him. Then she shifted her gaze onto the other three men.
Just as she was about to ask which of them wanted to play, Mu Li said from behind them, “I’ll play.”
She said as she placed the dumpling down and stood up. She took off her apron and rolled it up. She threw it to Yan Rusheng. “We’re going to play mahjong. You can finish wrapping the dumplings.”
Yan Rusheng instinctively caught the apron. He stared at her in bewilderment.
Was she serious? She wanted him to finish wrapping the dumplings?
He frowned and was about to object when Xuxu pointed at him. “Finish wrapping them before we finish mahjong. Or else, don’t sleep tonight.”
Then she asked the rest of them to head into the room.
Yan Rusheng was speechless.
“Hahaha.” Young Master Lu laughed exaggeratedly at Young Master Yan, who didn’t dare to refute his wife. His laughter reverberated around the hall.
Ming Ansheng stared at Lu Yinan in envy. How he wished he could laugh at Yan Rusheng so openly as well.
Then he looked at the dumplings on the coffee table and decided to leave first.
He stood up hurriedly and prepared to follow after them.
But…
“Ming Ansheng, let’s talk about our partnership.”
Yan Rusheng’s sinister voice sounded from behind him. Young Master Ming halted in his steps indignantly, but he didn’t dare to step forward.
He had already discussed his wedding date with Yan Rusheng. If it were to be postponed because of some dumplings…
Young Master Ming did some calculations and in the end, he turned around and walked back towards him.
Without a word, he walked to the coffee table, squatted, and started wrapping.
“Can we eat that if you don’t wash your hands?”
Young Master Ming had just picked up a dumpling skin when Yan Rusheng complained.
Even Su Yan laughed when he saw this.
Su Yan looked at the clock in the living room. He stood up and said, “I’m leaving.”
He bade goodbye to the rest of them before walking towards the door.
It was chilly outside. The temperature was below zero degrees and Su Yan was only wearing thin casual wear. He walked on the pitch-black road.
It was New Years’ Eve and fireworks were set off in the sky from all directions.
Unknowingly, he faced the building and lifted his head into the darkness.
The words ‘Flourish & Prosper’ reflected the moonlight.
