Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Yan Rusheng blinked, a face of gentleness. “I have no other meaning. I’m congratulating you from the bottom of my heart. With singlehood comes freedom.”
Zhao Zheng snorted. “So you’re wishing to return to singlehood as well?”
He glanced at Xuxu, who stood behind Yan Rusheng, and clenched his fists.
Yan Rusheng’s smile turned cold. His voice was cold as he said, “Zhao Zheng, are we on the same level?”
His disdain was clear as day.
Xuxu didn’t dare—she was too embarrassed—to look at Zhao Zheng. It was too awkward.
Zhao Zheng couldn’t maintain his cool when Yan Rusheng ridiculed him. Frustrated, he glanced at Xuxu before looking at Yan Rusheng’s smug and arrogant expression. He spurted, “Yan Rusheng, do you think you’re a big shot just because you’re filthy rich?”
Xuxu was speechless. That statement was far from ridicule and contempt.
Yan Rusheng would surely reply with ‘Yes, I do indeed.’
Xuxu was thinking about it when Yan Rusheng suddenly replied, “Yes, I think so.”
He nodded lightly before looking at Zhao Zheng, a face full of sarcasm. “Didn’t you know that the ground you’re standing on, and everything you’ll be eating and drinking here today, I sponsored it?”
It startled Xuxu to hear that.
She scanned the entire area. Did he sponsor all this?
This fellow didn’t tell her before!
She sneaked a glance at Zhao Zheng. Does the fellow feel like burying himself in the ground?
If this were a long time ago, she would’ve thought that Yan Rusheng had crossed the line. But after this happened time and time again, Zhao Zheng managed to irritate her.
He already had a wife, and Xuxu was married as well, yet he kept trying to show concern for her that went beyond the friendship level.
Just this alone was sufficient reason to loathe him.
Zhao Zheng clenched his fists at having his dignity trampled on in front of Xuxu. His nails dug into his flesh as he gritted his teeth, glaring at Yan Rusheng. “Yan Rusheng, one must stay humble.”
Yan Rusheng replied, “Zhao Zheng, one must know where they stand.”
He then grabbed Xuxu’s hand as they prepared to leave.
“Third Yan, you’re early today.” A lazy voice sounded from the entrance.
Xuxu and Yan Rusheng looked over simultaneously.
Lu Yinan, Ming Ansheng, as well as the other pampered playboys were there.
Yan Rusheng ignored Zhao Zheng, holding Xuxu’s hand as they walked up to greet them. “Why are you here instead of keeping your pregnant hooligan company at home?”
Lu Yinan frowned. “Only because she wanted to come.”
Xuxu’s eyes brightened. “Shuang is here?”
She let go of Yan Rusheng’s hand and walked to the entrance.
A few familiar figures entered her vision.
The person standing in front of her was a pregnant woman who waddled like a penguin.
“Shuang.” Xuxu smiled and quickened her pace to greet her.
Su Yue was with Zhou Shuang. She attentively held her elbow as she helped her around.
Bai Jing was standing beside her as well.
Xuxu greeted Zhou Shuang before looking at Bai Jing with a smile. “Bai Jing, you’re here too.”
Su Yue said, “Bai Jing was bored at home, so I dragged her with me.”
