Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
But the little lass couldn’t have come up with this herself. Lu Yinan must’ve planted the thought in her.
How else would the girl—who couldn’t even pronounce her words properly—come up with such logic?
Kids these days only knew that they were born out of their mother’s womb. Most of them didn’t know that their fathers had a part to play as well.
Xiaojiao was one of them. She shook her head naively. She sincerely said to Yanyan, “No, my mommy gave birth to me.”
Yanyan pouted and replied, “My daddy said that your daddy is too weak.”
‘As expected!’
‘Lu Yinan, you imbecile!’
Ming Ansheng clenched his fists, wishing he could rush over to the little girl and swoop her up. He interrogated, “How could your Daddy say that?”
“Lu Yinan was too mean. How could he bad-mouth you in front of a child?”
Yan Rusheng commented, although there was hidden mockery in his tone.
He seemed to chide Lu Yinan, but in actual fact, he was on Lu Yinan’s side. He was mocking him!
Ming Ansheng turned around and looked at him with a cold gleam in his eyes. Before he could say anything, Yan Rusheng continued, “In Yanyan’s eyes, you’ve always been tall and strong.”
Ming Ansheng was speechless.
He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
He was about to blow up when Young Master Yan continued, “My First Uncle knows that Yueyue is back in town and is planning on coming to the capital city. He wants to bring her to stay at Su Yan’s place.”
His tone was casual with underlying malicious intent.
Ming Ansheng sighed. He hurriedly greeted, “Third Brother.”
He refused to look at Yan Rusheng, in fear that he wouldn’t be able to refrain from punching him in the face.
Yan Rusheng frowned. He drew closer to Ming Ansheng and asked, “What was that?”
“Third Brother!” Ming Ansheng yelled into his ear.
His words reverberated throughout the room and attracted the attention of those around.
Wen Xuxu and Su Yue could guess what had happened the moment they saw the blush on Ming Ansheng’s face.
Yan Rusheng must’ve threatened him.
He would only call Yan Rusheng ‘Third Brother’ when the latter threatened him with something regarding Su Yue.
He was so clear in his greeting earlier. Obviously, he was threatened.
It didn’t surprise Wen Xuxu, but Su Yue’s heart ached for her husband. She glared at Yan Rusheng, and she complained to Xuxu, “My third brother is too much. He’s always deriving his happiness from someone else’s misery.”
Wen Xuxu knocked her head. “You lass, you’re siding with him before you even get married.”
Although, she must admit that Yan Rusheng went overboard sometimes.
But she loved his despicable nature and his smug look whenever he got the better of someone.
Then she looked at Su Yue and chided, “He’s your third brother—that’s a fact. No matter who you marry, or who your husband is, he will have to call him ‘third brother’.”
Su Yue stuck out her tongue at her. “You still love my third brother the most. You’re biased.”
Wen Xuxu snorted and tilted her chin upwards. “You love your husband the most, too.”
Then she glanced at Yan Rusheng. He was smiling from ear to ear. She felt contented whenever she saw that smug look on his face.
