Chapter 8: Bring your wife along to celebrate your childhood sweetheart’s birthday?

In the huge private room, gifts decorated with various luxury logos were piled up on the elegant gray marble floor like a hill. In the middle of a curved crystal table was a crystal wine bottle, the amber liquid came from 1988, and the champagne gold crystal lamp exuded a luxurious and magnificent light.

Several second-generations stood in a row against the wall, looking at the man obediently.

"Everyone, move aside. Don't let me see your shadows in your photos." Zheng Le said this in a very chaotic manner, but the second-generations listened to him and quickly retracted their toes.

Just when he took the photo and was about to send it, the door of the box was opened.

Zheng Le tilted his head and saw that the people leading the group were Lin Hechuan and Ye Xi.

Zheng Lexi smiled happily, "Brother, sister-in-law..."

Before he could finish his words, he subconsciously swallowed the last word.

Is he seeing things?

How is this going?

Celebrating your childhood sweetheart’s birthday and bringing your wife along?

Brother Chuan, what on earth are you doing!

The dazed man looked at Ye Xi, then at Wen Yuhua. Then who should he call sister-in-law?

Not only Zheng Le was stunned, but the second generation were also stunned . Did Brother Chuan play so wildly today?

Lin Hechuan didn't bother to guess what they were thinking. He took a step forward, walked to the center of the long curved table, and sat down lazily.

His tone was casual and flamboyant, "What are you all standing there for? Call me sister-in-law!"

“Yes, yes, that person, call me sister-in-law, what are you standing there for!” Zheng Le came to his senses and kicked the second generation who was closest to him and had the widest mouth.

"Ah, sister-in-law, sister-in-law."

The second generation who was kicked opened his eyes wide in a daze and subconsciously followed Zheng Le to call for help.

"Hello, sister-in-law."

Several second-generation people stood in a row and called sister-in-law politely.

Wen Yuhua nodded lightly, then pulled Jiang Liu to find a corner farthest away from Lin Hechuan and sat down.

The atmosphere became awkward.

Zheng Le was on pins and needles. He had thrown so many parties and controlled so many situations, but he had never seen one more difficult to control than this one.

The person involved, Lin Hechuan, was holding a glass of wine and staring into the void, apparently distracted.

"Why are you standing there like an idiot? Sit down, aren't you going to celebrate my birthday?"

Ye Xi was calm and composed. She walked to Lin Hechuan and sat down next to the man, leaning against him like a little bird.

"I'm going to blow out the candles and make a wish later."

"Yes, sit down quickly. Today is sister-in-law Ye Xi's birthday. Sit down quickly."

Zheng Le greeted people and glanced in the direction of Wen Yuhua.

The two best friends were talking about something. Jiang Liu got goose bumps all over her body when she heard what the woman said. She said sourly, "It's still a 'birthday'~ They are so close to each other because they are afraid that others will not know about their affair."

Wen Yuhua chuckled, "I'm not angry, so don't be angry. Why don't we just come and have a meal together?"

Jiang Liu frowned, his cheeks puffed up, "No! I just can't stand seeing this pair of dogs and bitches together."

As she said this, she took a big bite of the mango bar.

If everything goes according to the original plan, Zheng Le and the second generation should now raise their glasses and wish Ye Xi to take the position and become a real sister-in-law as soon as possible.

But now that my real sister-in-law is here, I obviously can’t say that.

Zheng Le was quick-witted. He picked up the wine glass and said, "Sister-in-law... Sister Ye Xi, I wish you eternal youth and a prosperous love life!"

Ye Xi pursed her lips and smiled , "Thank you, Xiaole."

"Sister Ye Xi, I wish you..."

“…”

The second generation followed Zheng Le and expressed their blessings in unison.

Wen Yuhua sat on the sofa in the corner, fighting with the plain melon seeds in front of her.

She lowered her head, revealing a part of her white neck. The champagne-colored crystal lamp shone on her face, which seemed to be covered with a layer of hazy veil, making people want to lift the veil and peek at her true appearance.

Wen Yuhua suddenly felt uncomfortable all over, as if she was being stared at by a hunter. She raised her head and looked around, subconsciously looking towards the main seat, only to see a man shaking his wine glass lightly, his eyes passing through the crowd, not knowing what he was looking at.

She followed the man's gaze and saw a green dummy smiling at her.

Wen Yuhua frowned slightly, nervous~

Jiang Liu's attention was focused on the wine bottle in front of her. She grabbed a bottle and asked curiously, "How much is this bottle of wine?"

The second generation looked at him like he was crazy, but for the sake of his real sister-in-law, he still politely replied, "About 20,000 or 30,000? How can I remember how much such a cheap wine costs?"

Cheap……

It has to be said that Jiang Liu was really hit by this sentence . The bonus he earned after working hard for half a month was not even worth a bottle of wine on the rich man's table.

Damn capitalists!

After shaking her head for several times, she raised her glass and drank it all in one gulp, making a bold statement, "I want to be a rich second-generation in my next life!"

As he spoke, he poured another glass of wine.

"You drink so much, are you going to be a water dispenser?" The woman snatched the wine glass away, "You don't hate the rich this much."

"Huabao, the glass of wine in your hand must be worth four figures." Jiang Liu said faintly, "Don't spill it."

…

"Then drink more." Wen Yuhua did not stop him and took another bottle, "I'll have some too."

As soon as the amber wine reached my throat, someone came looking for trouble.

"Yuhua." A gentle voice came, she looked up and saw Ye Xi's delicate face full of joy, "I toast you a glass."

Wen Yuhua nodded, stood up, raised her glass and clinked it with hers, "Happy birthday."

In the crystal clear glass, the golden brown liquid swirled.

The woman raised her head and drank it all in one gulp.

A few drops of wine hung on the woman's lips, like a red apple covered with dew in the morning, plump and juicy, making people want to take a bite.

The man on the other side of the table twitched his throat.

"Thank you. Actually, I wanted to call you, but Hechuan said you might not have time, so I...you won't be angry, right?"

Ye Xi had a smile on her face and her tone was gentle and soft.

"Won't."

Wen Yuhua sat down after finishing her drink, and the leather sofa sank. Her voice was calm, and no emotion could be heard.

"I won't be angry, nor will I care. Don't worry, your wish will come true."

"Yuhua, I think you misunderstood. Hechuan and I are just ordinary friends." Ye Xi's tone was anxious and she was about to cry. "Don't think too much. I dragged Hechuan here by force."

Jiang Liu on the side rolled his eyes.

If this kind of acting can be considered a green tea, then the cleaning lady in their company would be an Oscar-winning movie star.

"Hua Bao, do you smell any green tea?"

Jiang Liu sniffed deliberately, "Who chose this place? Your husband has such poor taste."

Wen Yuhua peeled a melon seed and put it in her mouth. "Who knows? Maybe he's blind."

"Who's blind?"

Zheng Le's nonchalant voice reached everyone's ears. When they looked up, they saw Zheng Le smiling with a smile on his face, followed by a man.

Lin Hechuan's collar was slightly open, revealing his sharp chin. His face showed no emotion, and he glanced at the woman, "If you are blind, I know a very famous ophthalmologist who may be able to help you."

As he spoke, the man really took out a business card from his pocket.

"Hechuan, are you leaving?"

Ye Xi put down her wine glass and smoothed her hair.

"Yeah, I'm sleepy and want to go."

The man's eyebrows were lowered, and the expression in his eyes could not be seen clearly. His tone was lazy, as if he was very sleepy.

"Then I'll accompany you."

"Want to accompany me?"

When Jiang Liu saw this pair of adults trying to hook up in front of Wen Yuhua, he became furious and stood up suddenly , scaring Wen Yuhua.

"Your mother—"

"I want to go home. It's not appropriate for you to go."

The man spoke casually, his eyes indifferent.

Jiang Liu sat back down again.

"Is your mother in good health recently?"

Wen Yuhua: ...

The farce was over, she clapped her hands and threw the melon seed shells into the trash can.

"Let's go too. We have to go to work tomorrow."

Wen Yuhua stretched out her hand to pull Jiang Liu up, but was stopped by another big hand in mid-air. "Mrs. Lin, are you so impatient to hear that I want to go home and sleep?"

The big hand with distinct joints grasped the woman's fair wrist , and the phoenix eyes seemed to be smiling , which was captivating.

The woman curled her fists, veins bulging, and struggled to break free from the man's shackles.

"Aliu, let's go."

Wen Yuhua spoke in a firm tone, not even glancing at him.

"Ah? Oh!"

As a loyal fan of Wen Yuhua, Jiang Liu stood up without even thinking and pretended to leave.

Lin Hechuan had a gloomy face, and a storm was about to come. For a moment, only the sound of music could be heard in the noisy box. The playful and lively voice of the female singer did not make the atmosphere harmonious, but instead made people more and more nervous.

Zheng Le was quick-witted and quick-handed. He grabbed Jiang Liu and dragged him away.

"You want to drink? I have a bottle of 1988 Lafite. How about you try it?"

big idiot , let me go." Jiang Liu is no pushover, and the women's self-defense skills she had just learned recently came in handy.

Zheng Le has been around women for a long time, but this is the first time he has seen a woman who is harder to press than a pig during the Chinese New Year.

Not only that, the woman even kicked him in the vitals with her heel!

"Okay, they're just chatting with a couple, why are you joining in the fun?"

Zheng Le covered Jiang Liu's mouth and pushed him down on the sofa.

The younger brother at the side poured a glass of wine and handed it over with great tact.

"Yes, Lafite from 1988."

Zheng Le took the wine glass.

The aroma of wine wafted into Jiang Liu's nose and he took a deep breath.

"When a couple has a conflict, they quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed. If you interfere, it will be a big deal. I will let you go. Don't delay my brother's business. If you agree, just blink ."

Jiang Liu looked at Wen Yuhua, then at the red wine, and calmed down.

Honestly, she wanted Wen Yuhua to be happy.

If that bastard Lin Hechuan could come back, would Wen Yuhua be happier?

She blinked as she figured it out.

I'm sorry, Huabao. I'll enjoy the good times and you should bear the bad times.