Zhou Jiao t the Yi family’s eldest grandson for the first ti. He was in the southern army, seldom coming back to Beijing. At this mont, she couldn’t help but glance at him more.
He truly was a man of striking appearance, with good genetic inheritance. Although she hadn’t t Yi Ming, the old sly fox, she could tell this kid took after his dad, not inheriting a bit from his mom.
As soon as Yi Zhe entered, he noticed Zhou Jiao. There was no ignoring this girl sitting there, quietly smiling. He hadn’t anticipated that there was such a type among girls.
The Yi family had many cousins and sisters, including his own, with personalities ranging from quiet to boisterous. But there truly was no such pleasing young lady among them.
He noticed Zhou Jiao’s interest in him, feeling slightly flushed. Luckily, with years of exposure to the elents, his complexion had darkened, sowhat reassuring him.
Zhang Guoqing, standing nearby, grew increasingly agitated. What kind of look was this kid giving his wife? He definitely didn’t inherit Yi Taiji’s cleverness, his gaze was utterly blind!
When Zhang Guoqing saw his wife exchanging smiles with the other person, he nearly rushed forward to beat up this wild kid. If it weren’t their first eting, he’d surely give him a good lesson.
What Yi family elite, just a rash, naive kid—no wonder he still didn’t have a wife.
Though the three had many thoughts, this all happened in a flash.
Fang Fei walked in, seeing Zhang Guoqing and his wife seated, and released a heavy sigh of relief. If there were few people, he’d indeed feel awkward fighting alone.
But man, why do you think having more people is good? Isn’t gossip spread faster with more people?
At this mont, Fang Fei hadn’t thought of that, he smiled and said, "Everyone’s here. Shall we take our seats?"
Yi Zhe interrupted, "Aren’t you going to introduce everyone? My little sisters are here for the first ti, and this gentleman looks unfamiliar."
Mr. Wu and several other young gentlen started laughing heartily.
"Xiao Wu, this friend of yours sure looks unfamiliar."
"Oh, you’re killing . Old Yi, your father’s friendship across generations, and you don’t even know him. You’re really unfilial. Better beware of getting smacked when you return ho."
Qu Zhihai stood beside, just smiling silently. He knew Zhang Guoqing was Zhou Xiaozheng’s son-in-law. However, due to his little aunt Qu Xiaoyue’s infatuation, he hadn’t ford a deep connection with him.
With such remarks, the sharp Yi Zhe figured it out without any introduction that this must be Zhang Guoqing from the Zhou family. His father’s ntioned Zhang Xiaowu.
Suddenly, he realized the young lady earlier must be Zhou Xiaozheng’s daughter, Zhou Jiao. She was his lost bride. Without Zhou Xiaozheng’s incident back then, Zhou Jiao would undoubtedly have been his wife.
Thinking of this, it bothered him, especially after seeing Zhou Jiao, it was more unsettling. In the past, his father teased him, he didn’t take it seriously, but just missing by a little bit; the beauty belonged to soone else.
Yi Zhe cleared his throat, smiled, and stepped forward, extending a hand to Zhang Guoqing, "I’ve admired you for a long ti. You are the constant figure my father uses to provoke ."
Zhang Guoqing reached out and shook his right hand, smiling, "That’s because Uncle Yi thinks highly of , why listen to his nonsense. Nice to et you."
Yi Zhe originally intended to give the other party a show of strength, planning to grip his hand hard to avenge this snatching of his bride, right?
Even though he knew this thought was sowhat ridiculous, he still couldn’t resist wishing for ti to reverse. It wasn’t like he deeply loved Zhou Jiao, as this was their first eting. Perhaps she seed pleasing, plus his fiancée’s marriage flew away for nothing, leaving a bit of bitterness in his heart.
Thinking of this, Yi Zhe deeply scrutinized Zhang Guoqing. The two always held onto each other’s hand, neither letting go first. Of course, Yi Zhe couldn’t really make Zhang Guoqing embarrassed. He knew the other possessed Divine Power, only a fool would ask for trouble.
After a mont, even the others sensed so abnormality between the two. Yi Zhe finally relaxed his grip on his right hand, punching Zhang Guoqing, seeing him unaffected, smiling impassively.
He sighed quietly, smiling, "You lucky fellow! I heard your son’s already three-year-old. My father drools whenever he sees him. Mate, you definitely bring upon yourself a grudge value."
Zhang Guoqing gently returned his punch, chuckling lightly, "Get married early, won’t you have a big, chubby boy? How’s Uncle Yi lately? Still not planning to return to Beijing?"
Yi Zhe chuckled and shook his head, "My dad’s been accustod to his carefree style; it seems he’ll stay for a while. We’ll chat later, let’s eat first."
As the food was served, none were shy, everyone taking their seats.
With a table full of fine dishes and wine, Zhou Jiao sat to the left of Zhang Guoqing, with Li i on the right, followed by several girls in a row.
Compared to Zhang Guoqing’s sensitivity, Zhou Jiao, emotionally dull, was oblivious to Yi Zhe’s peculiarity. At this mont, she quietly focused on Yi Shumin from the Yi family and Qu Wan from the Qu family.
The five girls conversed softly, exchanging smiles.
Judging from the details, the Yi family’s daughters were indeed more outstanding than those from the Qu family. Yi Shumin was straightforward, speaking without hesitation. Qu Wan looked better than Yi Shumin, but her temperant was sowhat affected.
Zhou Jiao noticed Qu Wan raising a graceful finger, her chopsticks avoiding the near sides of dishes taken by others. Watching her secretly discard scallions and count grains, she couldn’t help but sigh inwardly—this girl would definitely be disliked by Fang Fei.
Fang Fei desired a tomboy-like girl. Dear girl, you should be bold; don’t fear embarrassnt.
Zhou Jiao secretly hoped Fang Fei would face a dilemma. Seeing such lack of competition, she felt sowhat disappointed. What a pity—how exciting would it be with two girls fighting over one guy!
The silly girl consuming the dishes Zhang Guoqing gave, unaware her man had been acting unusually today. His solicitousness was so obvious, even trying the soup temperature in this freezing winter; how could she be so absent-minded?
Such actions from Zhang Guoqing attracted even the attention of Yi Shumin, who focused on Fang Fei’s neighboring position, Zhang Xiaowu. She widened her eyes in surprise but restrained herself.
The princes and playboys were busy with drinking gas, apart from Yi Zhe, none noticed the unusualness at the table. He slightly shook his head at his sister.
After about ten people finished their late dinner, they moved to the living room.
On the small coffee table in the living room was a basket of tangerines, and the tea table held several sunflower seeds and pastries.
Zhang Guoqing peeled a tangerine for Zhou Jiao, while engaging in idle chat with them.
Tonight, everyone knew the main focus was still Fang Fei, with a common intent to ask Fang Fei about personal matters, discussing his hobbies. This was also to help the girls better understand their matchmaking candidate.
This subtle act amused Zhou Jiao inwardly.
Li i even secretly winked at her, and the two led the conversation, asking the two girls about their usual pastis.
In an instant, everyone exchanged words, chatting warmly.
When the wall clock struck nine in the evening, others only just realized how late it was and began to bid farewell. At this point, Zhou Jiao finally realized everyone had left—who owned this courtyard?
Of course, she didn’t speak up to ask; she could always get a precise answer from Zhang Guoqing.
Satisfied with her rare delight for gossip, Zhou Jiao gleefully paid attention to the ongoing triangle.
Her adorable deanor made Zhang Guoqing inwardly joyous. He just knew his wife was remarkably oblivious to her admirers; he was right.
Dullness is good, he must keep his wife unaware of lurking opponents—especially those most loathso romantic rivals.
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