“Then will he call you Sister or Mommy?” Wen Xuxu smiled at her wickedly as she raised her eyebrows.
Su Yue blushed. She glared at her and said, “Third sister-in-law, you’re so mean. You’re always teasing me now.”
She once fretted over this question!
She suddenly had such a big son, and she was only 14 years older than him. When she attended his parent-teacher conference earlier, his classmates were already questioning it.
“All right.” Xuxu smiled and held Su Yue’s shoulders. She pushed her into the room. “Let’s go in to see who’s winning or losing.”
Su Yue walked as she said, “I really want my third brother to lose. I want to see how Brother Ah Heng will make things difficult for him.”
Xuxu snorted. “Ah Heng wouldn’t do that. He’s not that mean.”
She was obviously protecting Jiang Zhuoheng.
Su Yue turned her head and gave her a warning look. “If I tell my third brother what you just said, he’d definitely be jealous.”
Xuxu shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. “It’s alright. I’m already used to his jealousy. He’d be jealous if a random man glances at me for more than a second.”
Her tone was smug.
In actual fact, she was bragging.
Su Yue glanced askew at her. “Do you know what I see on your face?”
Xuxu knew that it wasn’t anything good. She waved her off and said, “There’s no need to say it out.”
“Smugness!”
But Su Yue still said it. She chuckled.
Xuxu laughed along with her and both of them walked to the ‘battlefield’.
Yan Rusheng was sitting on Jiang Zhuoheng’s right side, and Ming Ansheng was sitting to the latter’s left. Sitting opposite Yan Rusheng was… Zhou Shuang.
The poor Young Master Lu was sitting beside her, serving her tea and being at her beck and call.
When Xuxu saw this, she couldn’t help but think of Lu Yinan’s nickname: Sissy Lu.
“How’s the battle going?” Su Yue walked over to Ming Ansheng and wrapped her arms around his neck.
As though there was no one around.
Ming Ansheng didn’t feel awkward about it, but Yan Rusheng found it extremely awkward.
One was her sister, the other was his childhood brother.
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck. Although he felt very pleased whenever he heard Ming Ansheng call him third brother so reluctantly, he really wanted to flip the table when he saw them showing affection.
How he wanted to grab a handful of mahjong tiles and smash this fellow to death.
If looks could kill, he would have killed Young Master Ming countless times over. Yan Rusheng threw him a menacing glance.
With Su Yue by his side, Ming Ansheng couldn’t be bothered to look at Yan Rusheng’s expression. He smiled and replied, “Zhou Shuang won by her own draw earlier[1] .”
Zhou Shuang, who was sitting on his left, picked up a mahjong tile and threatened to smash it onto him. “Scram! You are the one who touched yourself.”
Ming Ansheng shunned away instinctively. He asked in amusement, “Didn’t you win by your own draw just now?”
“Ming Ansheng, you’re becoming as foul-mouthed as Yan Rusheng,” Zhou Shuang chided before reminding Su Yue. “Young lady, you’re already getting the shorter end of the stick by being with an old man. Watch him closely. This man is indecent.”
Then she discarded the mahjong tile onto the table in one swift motion.
[1] Winning by one’s own draw in Chinese also means to touch oneself
