Yu Minglang noticed that Qian had been chatting alone with his mother for quite a while. He went over, pulled Qian away, and started drinking with Mr. Yu and Yu Mingxi, pouring a small cup for Qian as well.
"Maybe I shouldn’t drink?" Qian looked at the regular-sized glasses in front of the siblings and then at her own mini cup, feeling slightly ignored.
"We’re celebrating today, drink a little," Yu Minglang said mischievously, as his mind sched.
Soon enough, Qian’s cheeks would be flushed from the drink. Would she perform a drunken concubine act, falling into his arms, creating a scene of being in the emperor’s embrace?
Oh dear... just imagining it made him excited. The soft touch, sweet fragrance—what if, at that ti, she was all over him? What should he do? He definitely had to cooperate with his fiancée; even if they didn’t go all the way, he’d gain quite the benefits.
As Yu Minglang poured the wine, he felt like he was discreety achieving great success.
However, the other three clever people around the small kang table, including Qian, all saw through his thoughts, judging from his oily green eyes, the sinister smile at his lips, and his obviously scheming gaze.
They all chose to ignore it. Mr. Yu even felt a bit sorry for his brother. Being so mature and finally finding a wife, yet still lacking in so many ways, he seed to think getting a small advantage was akin to striking gold. The foolishness was almost endearing.
Qian, on the other hand, lowered her gaze, calculating sothing in her mind.
Wine, in her past life, helped her win over the Saint Joan Yu Minglang. Was she supposed to do the sa in this life?
That seed too unoriginal... but look at this fool—Qian glanced at Yu Minglang, who held his wine glass with feigned composure, smiling softly at her.
Sigh... if it works, then it’s fine; otherwise, once he figures it out, how much ti would be wasted?
anwhile, Yu Mingxi, observing the turbulent undercurrents, comnted wistfully.
"It would be great if our second brother was here; we haven’t gathered in a while."
"The second brother went to see his kid; his son is sick," Mr. Yu explained.
Upon hearing this, Yu Minglang rembered.
He reached out, palm up, towards Yu Mingxi, who was puzzled.
"What?"
"My engagent gift, of course. Mr. Yu gave my wife a car, second brother gave a card, and our mom gifted a house—"
"What house?" Qian asked, taken aback. This wasn’t ntioned to her.
"Our mom previously bought several houses from Mr. Yu at 300 yuan per square ter, using her own savings. She picked one with good location for you. We can transfer it tomorrow; it’ll be under your na."
yuan... Qian quickly glanced at Mr. Yu, who shrugged.
"I’m used to being exploited by them." Being the family’s sole businessman, he’d co to terms with this.
Only then did Qian realize she’d beco a rich lady through engagent, with a car, a house, and savings...
"I really don’t need another house..."
"Keep it for rental inco; buy yourself clothes or whatever in the future. If you don’t take it, the old lady might not be pleased. Rest assured, she has plenty of money saved," Mr. Yu spoke truthfully. Despite Mrs. Yu appearing as just a doctor married to an old-fashioned man, the inheritance from her family was substantial.
When Mr. Yu started his business, Mrs. Yu lent him her savings. Otherwise, relying on Mr. Yu’s strict old man’s ager salary wouldn’t allow the family to maintain their lifestyle.
"See, your wife says your family isn’t short on money."
"Co on! You yell a few tis and earn more than my salary. Hurry up and give the gift; don’t change the subject."
Yu Minglang’s thick skin was not new; the Yu siblings had grown used to it. Qian sipped her drink, pretending not to know the shaless guy, quietly distancing herself.
Yu Mingxi tossed a handful of peanut shells into Yu Minglang’s palm, "You may leave now."
"Leave? You’ve got to be kidding! Yu Mingxi, if you don’t make a gesture for my engagent, in the future when you marry, Qian and I will bring a sack of lon seed husks to repay you!"
Yu Mingxi realized there was no avoiding this, reluctantly saying.
"The gift has already been given."
"Where is it? Qian, did you see her na on the gift list? These monts are rare; you must seize the chance to fleece her, otherwise there won’t be another opportunity. Don’t be fooled by her appearance as just a little girl; she’s actually the wealthiest. The old lady gave her a lot, and her salary isn’t low either. She barely spends; it’s all saved up. Hai Zhao even bought her many funds—she’s practically rolling in wealth."
Qian hadn’t even looked at the gift list, filled with nas unknown to her. The list was with her, and the future repaynts seed daunting.
"Don’t bother looking. The gift I gave can’t be listed; if Dad sees it, he’ll kill ."
"When has Dad ever hit you? You’re just making it up; whenever there’s trouble, it’s who gets punished!" Yu Minglang recalled all the tis he got hit because of his careless sister and felt this gift couldn’t be compromised.
It was blood money!
"This ti is different... I seem to have caused quite a big problem. If he finds out, he’ll definitely lash out at , so after I finish my drink, I’ll leave quickly before soone complains."
"What kind of gift is this, acting all mysterious?" Yu Minglang asked puzzled.
Suddenly, a realization struck Qian, and she pointed at Yu Mingxi in amazent.
"You didn’t... do that, did you?!"
What’s sothing that would infuriate the doting Mr. Yu?
What’s a gift that can’t be listed?
Considering Yu Mingxi’s reaction, Qian seed to have figured it out.
Gathered around the small kang table, all had high IQs. Qian’s re suggestion, combined with previous dialogue with Yu Mingxi, made Mr. Yu and Yu Minglang quickly follow along.
"Xiaoxi, what did you do to our aunt?"
Mr. Yu asked.
"What could I have done? She’s my real aunt, even if she wants to use as a weapon against my brother, causing discord between us, I wouldn’t gather people to beat her. Look at ; do I seem like that kind of person?"
"Yes!"
Qian, Yu Minglang, and Mr. Yu said in unison.
Yu Mingxi, feigning innocence, raised her wine glass, "You really think too poorly of ."
"You nearly ruined your brother’s engagent party; is there anything you’d balk at doing?" Yu Minglang wasn’t overestimating his sister, for she really was that type.
Otherwise, where did the nickna Yu Sanfeng co from?
"Just way underestimating . Hey, fortune-teller Chen Daxian, tell —what did I do?" Yu Mingxi asked Qian.
Qian thought for a mont, "If you didn’t send people to hit her... then you must have frightened her at her point of fear. If not her child, then her husband."
Yu Mingxi was pleased, pulling a coin from her pocket and handing it to Qian, "No wonder you studied psychology; you really can tell fortunes. Here’s your fortune-telling fee."
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