1893 I’m Sorry, You’re the Only One I Will Love in This Lifetime Part Eleven

Xuxu spat out the tea that she just drank.

She had spat on the entire table and the tea must have landed on most of them too.

Yan Rusheng suffered the most of it. He took a piece of tissue paper, not for himself, but to wipe Xuxu's mouth.

He helped her wipe her mouth and frowned at her. He chided, "What's wrong? Why are you so excited? What if you choke?"

His display of affection was so intentional. Out of 100, she'd give him only 60 marks.

Xuxu realized that she had lost control and snatched the tissue from Yan Rusheng. She waved at him and said, "Nothing much. You continue."

Did he have to be so immoral? How could he ask that in this setting? And his sister was around, too!

However, she was indeed curious as to which stage Ah Heng and Hu Xiaoxiao had progressed to.

Xuxu glanced at Jiang Zhuoheng, like the rest of them, eagerly awaiting his answer.

Jiang Zhuoheng appeared calm and composed, and there was even a faint smile on his face. He remained silent for a while before shaking his head. "No."

His tone was casual.

Yan Rusheng continued, "Who did you give it to then?"

Jiang Zhuoheng smiled and replied nonchalantly, "You can only ask one question. My apologies."

Then he lifted his glass and drank.

And placed his glass down gracefully.

It frustrated Young Master Yan. He clenched his fists but he didn't pound the table in anger.

He had been too anxious that he didn't think it through. The rascal found a loophole.

Suddenly, he stood up and declared, "All right, that's enough. Let's go home."

He rose and left without another glance or word.

The kids were playing in the living room. He walked over to Wenxin and scooped her up. He then planted a kiss on her cheek.

"Princess Wenxin, let's go home."

Whenever they went out, Yan Wenxin was always the one being carried. The poor young master Yan, he'd have to walk the entire journey if Xuxu was too tired.

All of them stared after him in shock. They came to their senses and realized that there was nothing unusual about it.

Whenever they went out, Yan Rusheng was always the one who decided when to start and end a game.

He was like the big boss. He wouldn't give suggestions when deciding where to go, but he would leave whenever he wanted and wouldn't allow anyone else a say.

Why did they always give in to him?

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"Lu Yinan, who's that Nana something and that Rina person?"

On the way home, the three fellows had finally fallen asleep, so Zhou Shuang began to throw questions at Lu Yinan.

Her bright eyes gleamed in the darkness and she stared at him inquisitively.

Lu Yinan saw this coming, so he had already thought of an answer.

"Nobody. It's obvious that Yan Rusheng made up some non-existent people to sow discord between us. If you believe him, you'll be falling for his trap."

"Non-existent?" Zhou Shuang smiled coldly. "I searched online just now. They're famous Japanese women, am I right?"