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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nHe had no idea that he had brought such disastrous harm on Su Yue just because of his recklessness. And now, his grandfather had used her to keep him in check.

nMing Zhongsheng didn’t answer him directly. “She is only 18 years old.”

nHe spun around after that and was about to walk away.

nThere was a loud sound of something hitting the floor, and it appeared something was dropped.

n“Who is that?” Ming Zhongsheng warily asked as he strode quickly across the room to open the door.

n“Grandfather, it’s me.” Tang Feiling was squatting on the floor as she picked up a fallen bowl.

nShe raised her head and smiled at Ming Zhongsheng. “Ansheng’s mother said that Ansheng is back, and she was afraid that he might be hungry. So, she cooked noodles for him and asked me to bring it up. But I was too clumsy and I accidentally dropped the bowl.”

nMing Zhongsheng rearranged his expression instantly. “It’s all right.”

nHe peered at the mess on the ground. There were noodles and soup all over the floor. “Get the servant to clean up.”

n“It’s okay. I can do it.” Tang Feiling picked up the noodles with her fingers and swiftly placed them back into the bowl.

nHer nimble actions made her seem like a capable person in Ming Zhongsheng’s eyes.

n“You will become part of our family soon. You should call her mother.”

n“Huh?” Tang Feiling gazed apprehensively at Ming Zhongsheng.

nBut the excitement in her eyes betrayed her.

nMing Zhongsheng chuckled. “Still trying to pretend? You must be overjoyed, right?”

n“Grandfather, stop teasing me.” Tang Feiling blushed and bent her head. She stood up and shyly said, “Ansheng will be mad at me.”

nShe sneaked a furtive glance towards the study.

nMing Ansheng sat at the desk and he seemed busy. Her love for him couldn’t be contained.

nBut suddenly, she was reminded of something and her expression turned cold and bitter.

nMing Zhongsheng suddenly stretched his hand to close the door.

nIt startled Tang Feiling. She then peered at Ming Zhongsheng.

nMing Zhongsheng warmly smiled at her and said, “Ansheng is working. Don’t disturb him right now. I’ve already arranged for both of you to choose your wedding outfits tomorrow afternoon.”

nMing Zhongsheng had just used the little lass to threaten him, and he must be fuming at that moment. If Tang Feiling were to enter the room, without a doubt, she would suffer his wrath.

nNothing should go wrong before the wedding.

n“Really?”

nTang Feiling was so happy that she felt like fainting the moment she heard that Ming Ansheng had agreed to go with her for the gown fitting.

nShe gazed at Ming Zhongsheng, feeling excited and thrilled.

nMing Zhongsheng smiled. “Look at how happy you are. But he is busy and he doesn’t have much time. So just take a few photos tomorrow to display at the wedding. You can always take more when he is less busy in the future.”

n“Okay!” Tang Feiling nodded vigorously. “I got it.”

nMing Zhongsheng smiled in response.

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n“Father, why are you still awake?”

nMing Ansheng’s mother came out of the kitchen and saw Ming Zhongsheng and Tang Feiling sitting on the sofa. Both of them were watching a TV program.

nMing Zhongsheng quipped, “I was chatting with Feiling.”

nHe glanced at the bowl in her hands and asked, “Is that for Ansheng?”

nMing Ansheng’s mother nodded. “He might be hungry so I cooked porridge for him. I’ll bring it up for him now.”

nTang Feiling immediately leaped to her feet. “Aunt, let me do it.”

nShe strode towards Ming Ansheng’s mother.

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