Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The cars continued to move slowly.
Yan Rusheng spotted Su Yan’s car from a distance. He felt irked and frustrated by the sight of it.
His phone rang at the moment and he glanced at it. It was from Lu Yinan.
He answered, “Speak.”
He had conveyed how annoyed he was feeling at the moment.
Lu Yinan replied, “Did you eat explosives?”
Yan Rusheng smugly curled his lips as he spoke, “Not explosives, but I’m headed for dinner with your hooligan.”
Lu Yinan sat up when he heard that Yan Rusheng was eating with Zhou Shuang. “Where?”
Yan Rusheng replied coldly, “But you’re not invited.”
Lu Yinan pressed on, “Are you still my friend?”
“I’m driving, stop bothering me.” Yan Rusheng got impatient and he wanted to end the call.
Lu Yinan refused to back off. “So where are you going?”
Yan Rusheng hissed, “Why do you ask so much? Xuxu reminded me not to invite you.”
“You’re a slave to your wife.” Lu Yinan clenched his teeth as he snarled.
Yan Rusheng snorted coldly as he replied, “I know you’re envious. But it can’t be helped.”
On hindsight, it was a blessing to be a slave to his wife.
Who would refuse to be cared for by the one he loved? Or who wouldn’t want to be with the person he loved?
Would Ming Ansheng refuse?
Or Lu Yinan?
But the point was that it was useless. Even if they begged on their knees, their women wouldn’t even bat an eyelid.
“Hahaha…”
Young Master Yan suddenly felt much better.
Wen Xuxu loved and cared for him—the woman he loved for many years.
“I’m not envious!” Lu Yinan hissed and hung up.
He was still at work, but he was in no mood to carry on working anymore.
Yan Rusheng and Wen Xuxu went out for dinner with Zhou Shuang.
How many of them? Where were they?
He suddenly felt abandoned and ostracized by the entire world. He suddenly felt fearful, so he picked up his phone to call Ming Ansheng.
A pleasant and soothing tune traveled to his ears.
He snorted with contempt and eyed the screen. He cursed quietly to himself.
This fellow had hankered after a young girl. Did he really think that he was getting younger? And this song was so childish!
Young Master Lu cursed at Young Master Ming until his voice lazily sounded over the phone. “It’s evening right now. Don’t tell me you need a drink?”
Lu Yinan asked, “Where are you?”
Ming Ansheng quipped, “Office.”
He was at work? Lu Yinan questioned him sharply. “Didn’t you meet Third Yan for dinner?”
Ming Ansheng asked, “Why should I go for dinner with Third Yan?”
Lu Yinan felt slightly consoled and he exhaled deeply. His features relaxed and he said, “That’s good.”
“Are you out of your mind?”
Ming Ansheng was bewildered by him.
Young Master Lu snapped back, “That should be you.”
“Then why did you call me for no reason? And you sound so paranoid.”
Ming Ansheng raised his voice and he sounded annoyed.
Lu Yinan was about to lash out when suddenly Young Master Ming hung up.
He cast his phone aside and muttered, “All of you have no loyalty.”
He adjusted his collar as he grumbled.
‘Knock, knock, knock.’
