When returning to the audience seats, Bao Gucheng noticed Zuzi leaning back, gently flapping her small hands, as if yawning.
She was the kind of person who could go days without sleep and still be as vibrant as a little fairy, yet she was feeling sleepy during the show.
Even her sleepy look was so pleasing to the eye, full of charm!
Bao Gucheng’s previously cold deanor instantly lted, the corners of his sullen lips curved into a smile, and he walked toward her in large strides.
Xi Rubao tactfully vacated his seat, blinking and smiling, "Brother-in-law, please sit."
"Mm." Bao Gucheng naturally responded out of habit.
However, Zuzi raised her phoenix eyes slightly, correcting Xi Rubao in a calm tone, "Bao Er, you got the ranks wrong."
"Ah... this..." Xi Rubao glanced at Bao Gucheng. She used to address him that way, and the Ancestor Sister would always pretend not to hear and tacitly approve.
Bao Gucheng’s face remained unchanged, and he naturally held Zuzi’s hand, replying to Xi Rubao, "According to your sister’s family hierarchy, I’m originally of your uncle’s generation, but the Gu Family, though a scholarly family, isn’t bound by such conventions. If you call Uncle Bao, then how would your sister address ?"
"Ah, yes! Brother-in-law is right, we can’t call you uncle." Xi Rubao smirked.
Zuzi: "..."
The program was uninteresting; she only casually corrected Little Carp, but the little boy used it as an opportunity to talk about so twisted logic.
Her red lips twitched slightly, her eyelids lifted, "Just call Ancestor."
"Hmm, my little ancestor." Bao Gucheng followed her lead, his eyes filled with a hint of laughter that lted his slightly cold visage, the previous harshness for dealing with enemies completely erased, "Since you don’t like the program here, let take you to..."
"Go for a drink?" Zuzi’s lazy posture instantly straightened, her misty eyes brightened, and she no longer minded about the ranks being mixed up.
Bao Gucheng: "..."
Having a little alcohol-loving woman at ho is quite a headache!
"It’s broad daylight, no rush to drink, cough," he gently advised, "The movie was interrupted earlier. If you liked it, I’ll take you to see it again."
"Hmm..." Zuzi pondered without replying, lazily leaning back in her chair.
The movie was okay, but it paled a bit compared to indulging in three thousand cups of wine.
Bao Gucheng, watching the little woman’s ever-changing cute expressions, felt a rush of warmth and wanted to laugh, restraining himself as he said, "Miss Zuzi, we won’t watch the sa movie again. Didn’t you ntion that the film had so bad scenes earlier? I’ll find soone to create a custom-made one, just for you."
He recalled Chen Long’s report just monts ago.
He originally tasked Chen Long with contacting the author of "My Wife Keeps Pretending to be a School Slacker" to rewrite a script based on the scenes Zuzi likes.
But Chen Long replied that the author was a stubborn man who steadfastly refused to write custom scripts, saying he writes only for his little demon and ignores anyone else’s commands...
Hearing this left him quite displeased.
Won’t write?
Heh, does he think I have no other ways?
He emphasized, "That person’s script, you’ll definitely be satisfied."
Sure enough, when Zuzi heard this suggestion, her eyes reignited with a small fla, "Oh? You’re talking about, that person?"
"Yes, exactly that person. Shall we go find her now?"
"Alright, Ancestor will accompany you."
Listening to their cryptic conversation, Xi Rubao grew anxious, "What ’that person’, ’that person’? Ancestor Sister, Ancestral Brother-in-law, don’t leave out of understanding! Who is this person you’re talking about, a great director or sothing, how are you two so in sync?"
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