Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Those words shocked everyone around the table.
An Xiaxia’s mouth fell open. “Ah… Meatball… You…”
Su Niannian held her palms to her cheeks and remained like that for a very long time.
Sheng Yize and Gu Zichen managed to stay relatively calm and picked up their glasses in unison to have a drink of water. However, if one looked more closely, they would find that both men’s fingers were trembling a little.
Meatball turned to Fang Mo, as if waiting for his approval. However, Fang Mo only gave her a grumpy look.
Wait… Why was her brother still unhappy after she said she liked Pepsi instead?
After some thought, she tugged Fang Mo’s sleeve. “Brother, I want to go to the washroom.”
With an impassive face, Fang Mo picked her up, took her to the cubicle for small children, and put her down on the toilet. “There.”
Meatball felt hurt by his attitude. Sob… why was brother so mean today?
She jumped off the toilet, but lost her footing and fell to the floor.
“Wa —”
She cried out in pain immediately.
That made Fang Mo jump. He opened the door to the cubicle and picked her up immediately.
“Don’t cry…” He consoled Meatball in resignation.
Hurt and aggrieved, Meatball stopped crying and wrapped her arms tightly around Fang Mo’s neck.
It took Fang Mo a very long time to calm her down.
Rubbing her red eyes, Meatball said gingerly, “Brother, why are you mad at me?”
Fang Mo looked away uneasily. “I’m not.”
“Yes, you are! You were angry when I said I like Cola. You told me he was going to take my lollipops. I said I like Pepsi, but you’re still mad!”
Sniveling, she was going to cry again. Fang Mo said in defeat, “I… um, you know what? Pepsi can take your candy as well.”
“Really?” Meatball nibbled her fingers, looking confused.
“Yup.”
Meatball gave him a kiss on the cheek right away and said in a piteous voice, “Brother, you’re the best. You never try to take my candy.”
Fang Mo looked surprised. His face then slowly turned pink.
“Brother, do you have a fever?” Meatball tried to touch his face.
Fang Mo stopped her little hand and pressed her face against his chest, preventing her from seeing his face.
“Nope.”
“Oh…”
When they returned to the table, the conversation had changed from betrothals to making the perfect stir-fried chicken with black mushrooms…
Of course, someone hopeless at cooking like An Xiaxia and Su Niannian would never start such a “profound” topic.
The ones engaged in animated discussion were Sheng Yize and Gu Zichen.
Both were excellent cooks and both were very opinionated.
Fang Mo couldn’t help but smack his forehead. Come on, at least try to act like the business tycoons you are! Shouldn’t you be talking about things like stocks or investments? What’s with this “what’s best to cook for my wife” topic?
Sheng Yize’s phone suddenly began to ring. He looked at the screen, excused himself, and went out to pick up the call.
When he came back, the look on his face was cold as ice. An Xiaxia asked, “What’s wrong?”
Sheng Yize looked at her and said in a grave tone, “Li Canxing is dead.”
“What?” An Xiaxia was astonished.
Everyone at the table quieted down and only Meatball asked in an innocent voice, “Brother, what’s dead?”
Fang Mo rubbed her head. “It’s like falling asleep, but the person just keeps sleeping forever…”
“What about Li Fanxing?” An Xiaxia asked.
“… She went to talk to Qi Yanxi.”
An idea struck An Xiaxia and what Sheng Yize said next confirmed her speculation…
“That’s right… Qi Yanxi is going to be turned into a secondhand dad.”
