Imagine this: when Xie Minghui receives the gift, will he grin so widely that it breaks the corners of his mouth?
"Yanyu, I don’t want to be here anymore. Luckily, you ca back in ti, otherwise, boohoo, I would never co here again."
Xie Yanyu, unable to hold back his anger, let go of Yi Lingling and rushed over to throw a punch at Xie Moohuai’s face.
Anyone who touches his woman, regardless of who they are, he cannot accept it, especially if it’s Xie Moohuai; he definitely cannot accept it.
Xie Moohuai didn’t want to get hit, so he took the initiative and punched Xie Yanyu. All those years of working out finally paid off.
"Yanyu, whether you believe it or not, I really didn’t do anything."
"How much ti have you spent with her, do you really know her?"
Yi Lingling cried even louder, and Xie Yanyu wasn’t listening to any explanations, only thinking about how he nearly got cuckolded by his old man.
Pinned to the ground by Xie Moohuai, Xie Yanyu struggled fiercely, but unfortunately couldn’t break free.
Seeing this, Yi Lingling hurriedly searched for sothing inside the room to help.
At that mont, Xie Moohuai punched Xie Yanyu a few more tis and then let him go.
Xie Yanyu’s eyes were practically spitting fire: "Can’t you control yourself? You even bully your own son’s girlfriend? Xie Moohuai, you are truly shaless. From today on, I’m severing our father-son relationship."
Xie Moohuai: Finally, it ca to this.
"Lingling, let’s go. We’re never coming back. I’ll transfer our household registration. You’ve been wronged." With panda eyes, Xie Yanyu embraced Yi Lingling and walked away. At the door, he glanced back at Xie Moohuai. "Having a foster father like you makes feel utterly ashad."
Two minutes later, Xie Moohuai closed the door, copied the video several tis, and sent one to Qiann Yan.
He called Qiann Yan: "Can’t understand the young people nowadays."
Qiann Yan: "..."
"Did you watch the video?"
Qiann Yan: "I did."
"Don’t you love watching TV? Is this Yi Lingling an actress?"
Qiann Yan: She’s not much of a TV watcher.
"Her acting is full of flaws, not very professional," Xie Moohuai comnted, walking into the kitchen with his phone. "Thanks to your reminder, I installed the cara, and now I’m inviting you for a al. Don’t refuse. If Little Jiang is around, you can bring her along."
"I won’t bring her. She went shopping with a friend and took the kid."
Qiann Yan had bought a car a while back and drove over.
Xie Moohuai lived in town, so it only took about ten minutes to reach. Qiann Yan was warmly invited inside and found that Xie Moohuai indeed bought a lot of food, ending up with a lavish table.
The colors, aroma, and flavors were all there; Qiann Yan’s interest was piqued.
She’s not a picky eater, and if the food’s to her taste, all the better.
She kind of missed Ashui from the previous small world; he was a good cook. Oh, this guy is sort of like Ashui, and he still cooks well.
Too bad you can’t buy people in this lifeti, and there’s no need for this one to sell himself.
"How is it? Is it to your liking?"
Qiann Yan: "It’s delicious." On par with what was made in the previous world, both suiting her palate well.
She rembered that this man once offered himself, so keeping this culinary skill isn’t surprising; indeed, a little cunning.
"If you like it, eat more."
After the al, Xie Moohuai made so tea for Qiann Yan.
He moved out a guqin, intending to play a tune. Every ti he’s happy, he enjoys fiddling with these instrunts. Of course, after a al, it’s even more fitting.
When Qiann Yan entered the room earlier, she noticed musical instrunts were everywhere.
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