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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nYan Rusheng raised his glass with both hands and clinked glasses with Ming Zhongsheng. He smiled and said, “Grandpa Ming, you are too courteous.”

nHe took a sip.

nThe taste of the authentic northern liquor was extremely strong and spicy, and even more so when it flowed down the throat.

nYan Rusheng didn’t have a liking for this particular liquor. However, Ming Zhongsheng loved it and he had to drink it with him.

nThe old man, Ming Zhongsheng, favored liquor like this. Drinking half a bottle had no effect on him at all.

nHe finished half a glass with a gulp and ate a mouthful of food while glancing at Wen Xinyi. He laughed and said, “Xinyi, propose a toast to Rusheng.”

nWen Xinyi was slightly embarrassed.

nHer cheeks flushed and they looked like two half-ripe apples.

nShe raised her glass and stretched her hand towards Yan Rusheng politely. “Mr. Yan, allow me to give you a toast.”

nMing Zhongsheng frowned when he heard Wen Xinyi addressing Yan Rusheng as Mr. Yan. “Address him as Third Brother, just like Ansheng.”

nWen Xinyi’s face turned even redder and she didn’t dare to look him in the eye.

nThe atmosphere turned awkward and Wen Xuxu was feeling vexed.

nIf she knew this was a matchmaking session, she wouldn’t have accompanied her boss. She was stuck here and now she had no reason to excuse herself.

nShe lowered her head and concentrated on peeling her prawn instead.

nYan Rusheng’s gaze moved towards her and saw that she was frowning. Her thoughts were as clear as day.

nHe smiled slightly and there was a mischievous look in his eyes. That look was brief yet intriguing.

nWen Xuxu had a habit when she was upset. She always frowned and destroyed anything that was in her hands.

nJust like he’d predicted, the peeled prawn’s flesh had been mutilated.

n“Third Brother!”

nAt this moment, Wen Xinyi who sat across him finally opened her mouth and murmured softly.

nYan Rusheng looked at her holding a glass in his direction.

nHe smiled in response and took a sip.

nHe put the glass on the table and retracted his hand.

nHis actions were graceful and elegant and it encompassed his unique untamed temperament.

nFrom the moment they entered until now, Ming Zhongsheng made sure that the conversation revolved around his granddaughter.

nHowever, Yan Rusheng kept replying in a patronizing tone to reinforce his attitude.

nWen Xuxu had yawned countless times and couldn’t wait to go back home to wash up and sleep.

nMing Zhongsheng tried to keep the conversation going, clearly determined to make this matchmaking session a success.

nYan Rusheng didn’t reject him explicitly; at this rate, they might end up staying there the entire night.

nWen Xuxu yawned again, her long eyelashes were already damp with her tears.

nShe glanced at her watch and it was almost 10 p.m. She had missed her television series, not to mention she wouldn’t be able to rest early.

n“Secretary Wen.”

nWen Xuxu was feeling vexed when Yan Rusheng called her name.

nShe looked up and her eyes lit up with anticipation. “President Yan.”

nWas he going to tell her to leave?

nYan Rusheng looked at her and murmured, “President Ming has given us a treat, shouldn’t you propose a toast to him?”

nWen Xuxu’s face darkened instantly.

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