Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Ah Heng?”
What was Lu Yinan up to?
He even called Ah Heng over. It must be a big event.
“Ansheng,” Jiang Zhuoheng greeted before nodding at Su Yue.
Su Yue smiled.
“It’s been a long time.” Ming Ansheng let go of Su Yue’s hand and patted his shoulder.
They had been close since they were young. But because of a love triangle between him, Yan Rusheng, and Wen Xuxu, he slowly retreated out of their inner circle. It was probably for Wen Xuxu’s sake.
But the brotherhood was still there.
Jiang Zhuoheng smiled. “Yes. It’s been quite a while.”
He then unconsciously glanced at the sofa area, but quickly retracted his gaze.
Ming Ansheng caught him glancing at Wen Xuxu and pressed his lips helplessly. Then he asked, “Lu Yinan asked you over?”
Jiang Zhuoheng nodded. “I was still in Jincheng this afternoon, but he said I had to be present.”
Ming Ansheng smiled. “It seems that he’s indeed having his wedding.”
Such a large-scale event—if it wasn’t his wedding, then he must’ve gone nuts.
“What?!” It startled Jiang Zhuoheng.
A wedding? Was he serious? He came in a hurry and he didn’t prepare any gifts.
“Look.” Ming Ansheng pointed at all the familiar faces in the main hall. “He invited so many people to Beautiful Metropolis. It’s such a huge occasion. Even if it isn’t his wedding, then it must be his engagement.”
Then something crossed his mind and he glanced outside the entrance. He asked, “Why are you alone? Where’s Hu Xiaoxiao?”
Jiang Zhuoheng plainly replied, “She’s gone to Australia.”
“When do you plan on getting married?” Ming Ansheng asked, trying to catch his expression.
Jiang Zhuoheng raised his eyebrows. “You already have children but aren’t married yet. What’s there to hurry?”
His reaction was calmer than he had expected.
But when he glanced at Wen Xuxu earlier, there was obviously still yearning in his gaze.
This… had to be the highest state of love.
The powerful could control many things, but not their feelings. Love can’t be forced.
They were childhood sweethearts. For as long as he could remember, other than during mealtimes at home and bedtime, Wen Xuxu and Jiang Zhuoheng were inseparable.
Their innocent friendship blossomed into love. And there could only be one outcome: being led to a point of no redemption.
Jiang Zhuoheng was such a person.
He thought, ‘Even if he were to marry someone else in the future, the most important person in his heart would still be Wen Xuxu.’
Perhaps his heart would change after a year or two. So choosing to be with him despite knowing all this was a gamble.
Given Jiang Zhuoheng’s qualities, the woman couldn’t be too scheming, but neither could she be a fool.
She needed to be patient.
However, being with him wasn’t all doom and gloom. At least, he was loyal.
Ming Ansheng sighed deeply and stared at Jiang Zhuoheng. “You worry me the most.”
Then he pointed at Yan Rusheng and said, “Look, that fellow…”
“… has a tongue more vicious than before. You’re better off keeping away from him.”
