Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
He yelled, “Xuxu’s pregnant and you let her go with you. It’s already bad enough you didn’t take care of her, but even worse, you got drunk and required her to take care of you instead? What if something happened?”
Third Young Master was not in the least embarrassed by the scolding. He waved at Yan Weihong and laughed. “Dad… You don’t know. The Zhou hooligan’s three kids were brought into existence because Lu Yinan shot when he was drunk. You… Just wait, wait to carry another three grandchildren…”
It dumbfounded Xuxu.
She wanted to go to the kitchen to find tofu, noodles, or just somewhere to bury herself in.
The fellow was ridiculously drunk.
She hastened her pace as she made her way upstairs. She lowered her head to the maximum when she walked past Yan Weihong.
Yan Rusheng’s words made Yan Weihong embarrassed. His words got stuck in his throat and it almost choked him to death.
“Hmph! Like mother, like son!” Yan Weihong exclaimed, turning around to return to his room. He felt that talking to his sloshed son was like talking to a wall.
Mu Li’s eyes widened. She thought it was absurd. Why… was she dragged into this?
Yan Rusheng kept calling after her.
Mu Li frowned. “You still have the nerve to call after Xuxu? You’re so drunk, I would have left you at the restaurant if I were her.”
Yan Rusheng laughed and replied, “That’s why Xuxu is my wife.”
“Pfft!” Mu Li laughed. She patted him on the shoulder and chided him lovingly. “Don’t you look pleased with yourself.”
Her son was all grown up, but it was her first time seeing him look so childish.
Suddenly, Yan Rusheng pushed Mu Li, who was holding him up, away.
Unsteadily, he walked towards the big clock in the living room.
He walked to the front of Wang Daqin’s portrait and picked it up.
Mu Li quickly rushed forward to stop him. “You rascal, what are you trying to do?”
“Shh!” Yan Rusheng shushed as he turned around, placing his index finger to his lips. Then he smiled and said, “Let me say a few words to my grandmother. Just a few.”
Mu Li stopped in her tracks and watched him. She was dumbfounded.
“Grandmother, you’ve seen it, right? I’ve taken care of Xuxu, she will bear you grandchildren.” Yan Rusheng said to the portrait, “Two of them too, I didn’t let you down right?”
“Summer next year,” he said as he nodded with a confirmation. “Yes, in summer next year, I will give her a huge wedding ceremony. I’ll tell the entire world she is mine. Who cares about whatever Zhao Zheng or Jiang Zheng, all of them can step aside.”
“Flourish & Prosper… Flourish & Prosper…” His eyes turned red at the mention of the company. “I definitely won’t let you down. Flourish & Prosper belongs to the Yan family, give me… give me some time, okay?”
He then lifted the portrait, lowered his head, and kissed his grandmother’s forehead.
He then gently returned the portrait to its rightful place.
On the second floor, Xuxu leaned against the railings, covering her mouth as she sobbed in silence.
How heavy the burden on his shoulders was!
In A University’s classroom apartment.
The man got off the taxi and his drunken steps made the passersby worry for him.
But he found his apartment with no help.
‘Thud, thud, thud.’ His incessant knocking annoyed the neighbors. A woman’s voice sounded from within the apartment. “I’m coming. I’m coming. Stop knocking.”
The door opened.
A thin and beautiful woman looked at the drunken man before her and frowned. “Zhao Zheng, who did you drink with this time?”