Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Su Yue wanted to say something, but Xiaojiao was sitting obediently on Yan Weiye’s lap, so she kept quiet.
The table of young masters was vivacious.
“Third Yan, today’s your big day. We’ve known each other for so long. Three glasses per person won’t be much right?”
Other than Ming Ansheng, all of them stood up, holding their glasses and discussing the toasting rules with Yan Rusheng.
“Scram!” Third Young Master immediately burst out when he heard it.
He turned to leave but they pulled him back.
“It’s fine that you fumble the ball usually. But today’s your wedding day and you’re still so arrogant. That’s too much.”
“Exactly. I agree with Young Master Li.”
“Three glasses per person.”
It was usually so difficult to take advantage of Young Master Yan. This was such a good opportunity, how could they let him off?
Yan Rusheng frowned.
Xuxu hurriedly smiled and asked for pardon. “Young Masters, we still have to attend to many other tables. If he drinks three glasses per person, he’ll just collapse here.”
This table was filled. He’d immediately collapse if he drank three glasses per person.
Someone said, “Wen Xuxu, you’re still protecting him. Don’t you remember how he bullied you back then? We’re helping you get revenge.”
As if she’d believe that nonsense.
How could Xuxu accept their offer? She smiled and said, “Why not we head to the other tables first, and come back here after?”
“Madam Yan, are you playing us?”
All of them disagreed.
Xuxu thought for a while before saying, “Then let it be one glass per person.”
All of them still refused to give in, insisting on having three glasses.
Xuxu frowned and gave a pleading expression. “Young Masters, just take it.”
“Wen Xuxu, you can’t spoil a man. The more you spoil him, the more of a jerk he becomes.”
“Get lost.”
Young Master Yan glared at them and haughtily turned around.
How dare they try to come between him and his wife?
All of them looked at his arrogant back view and were beyond speechless.
But weren’t they already used to his prideful nature?
The groom had left, and everyone felt bored so they sat back down. They started drinking and chatting mostly about women.
“One by one, all of us are getting married.”
“Exactly. Back then, the single life was unrestrained.”
“Anzi, you’re the only one who’s still single. What’s up? Planning to stay single forever?” the noisiest Young Master Li suddenly asked.
Ming Ansheng smiled. “All of you were just reminiscing about the single life. How could I bear to part with it?”
“You mean you…” Young Master Li was startled but helplessly sighed. “Aish!”
Then he asked, “Your son’s in third grade, right?”
“… Yes.” Ming Ansheng hesitated before nodding.
He placed his wineglass to his lips. He gently stroked it and fell into a reverie.
“He’s still single, but his son is the oldest among ours.”
Young Master Li asked, “Anzi, it has already been three years since Meiduo passed. Haven’t you thought of finding a mother for your son?”
Someone nodded immediately. “That’s right, Anzi. The child is pitiful.”
The previously heartless Young Masters had matured after getting married and having children.
