The six of them exchanged glances until Sheng Jianan said, "Does anyone see anything on the nu they’d like to eat? If not, I’ll have them start bringing out the dishes."
This kind of situation usually involves so polite small talk, with the unwritten rule being that whoever hosts the al also orders it.
The six of them shook their heads in unison. Sheng Jianan got up and walked outside with the server. As the door of the private room closed, the people inside seed to suddenly co to life and started buzzing with excitent.
The person sitting next to Tang Yanqi imdiately grabbed her arm: "Tang, your...your...your husband is Mr. Sheng from Shengshi Group?"
Tang Yanqi smiled and nodded.
"Then aren’t you the Young Madam of the Sheng Family?"
Tang Yanqi continued to nod, and the faces of the six people of various ages all showed expressions of being utterly shocked.
Tang Yanqi was usually very modest and didn’t at all have the posture of a wealthy young madam, and Sheng Jianan, who had just co in from outside, was so approachable it was almost unbelievable, lacking the air of the Crown Prince of the Sheng Family.
The atmosphere gradually beca lively. Occasionally, when they joked, Sheng Jianan would chi in, and everyone gradually relaxed, enjoying a very pleasant al.
Theoretically, events like this usually have follow-up activities, but since Little Tangdou was still young, they all understood the situation, and nobody minded there being no additional activities.
As they exited the restaurant, Sheng Jianan and Tang Yanqi waited for everyone to drive away before leaving themselves.
Once in the car, Tang Yanqi turned to look at Sheng Jianan, her eyebrows raised, eyes sparkling, and couldn’t help but praise, "Mr. Sheng, you did well today, playing the good husband role."
Sheng Jianan indeed played the good husband role today, smiling from start to finish and never letting the conversation die for even a second.
Now, hearing Tang Yanqi’s words, Sheng Jianan’s smile imdiately faded, and the arrogance returned to his brows, with a slight raise of the eyebrows: "Seeing how hard I worked, aren’t you going to serve well when we get back?"
Tang Yanqi: "..."
Screw off!
Give him an inch, and he wants to open a dye house.
At a red light, Tang Yanqi, refusing to back down, reached out and with one finger hooked Sheng Jianan’s chin: "Co on, show another smile, my good sir."
Young Master Sheng’s eyebrows shot up—hey, she was growing bolder, wasn’t she?
His eyes were almost shooting fire, but she didn’t care, lifting her chin in a "Do you dare?" manner.
Three seconds later, Sheng Jianan blinked and flashed a devilishly charming smile. His eyes and the corners of his mouth were so alluring that Tang Yanqi, who had been feeling cheeky, found herself blushing, her hand quietly retreating.
Sheng Jianan wouldn’t let her go that easily, leaning in closer: "What’s wrong, girl? Dissatisfied with my smile?"
Tang Yanqi: "...Just drive."
Sheng Jianan laughed softly; she was still so quick to blush. He thought she’d be over it after having a baby, having just acted like a female hooligan, yet here she was, her face as red as a monkey’s butt.
Driving back to the villa, Tang Yanqi didn’t wait for Sheng Jianan to open the door for her before hopping out of the car, taking a couple of brisk steps into the house. She saw Little Tangdou was still awake, took him from Mrs. Zhang’s arms: "I’ll soothe him."
Then she turned, completely ignoring the person chasing after her.
She was just joking earlier; was it necessary for him to laugh the whole way? Was it?
Mrs. Zhang was puzzled, thinking the two had quarreled again. Sheng Jianan shook his head at her, indicating it was nothing.
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