"Getting married is really exhausting."

During dinner, Hong Xiaoyu couldn’t help but express his feelings.

"You find this exhausting? We’ve already gone minimalist, okay? If you think this is tiring, Xiao Yu, you better not get married in the future."

Tong Dan commented objectively as she ate.

The wedding party had long passed early morning, but the bridesmaids had been up since before dawn and hadn’t eaten anything until now.

Hong Xiaoyu was instantly speechless and choked, then said, "... Sister Tong Dan, you should lose weight."

The others couldn’t help but giggle.

Tong Dan, who had just been carried downstairs, raised her chopsticks, "You’re asking for it!"

"Exhausting as it is, at least our task is over."

Hong Xiaoyu looked at Fu Zili, who hadn’t been a groomsman, "Brother Zili, you’re still wise."

"Who came up with those games?"

Boss Jiang finally had a chance to ask the bridesmaids.

"What games?"

Fu Zili was curious. He was responsible for managing things downstairs in the morning, but unfortunately missed the process upstairs.

Hong Xiaoyu couldn’t help but glance at Wu Yubin, who was blowing balloons, and suppressed his laughter.

"We... each thought of one."

Ji Ailin replied.

Three games, each person came up with one idea, quite reasonable.

"Who thought of the last game?"

Wu Yubin, the biggest victim, asked.

In comparison, even Boss Jiang drinking a cup of white vinegar was nothing.

Ji Ailin didn’t dare to answer, only said, "Not me."

"It must be Sister Tong Dan."

See.

This is reputation.

Tong Dan wasn’t embarrassed at all, "It’s good enough that I didn’t make you blow up the balloons."

Well.

She truly showed mercy.

Just a prank, that’s all.

If she had really tripped them up, the groomsmen would probably still be stuck at the Wen Family, anxiously running around.

"And the vinegar?"

Boss Jiang naturally asked.

Ji Ailin blushed and hung her head quietly.

Alright.

People aren’t always what they seem.

Come to think of it, Qing Gege is the most gentle.

The lipstick mark game seemed difficult, but in reality, she secretly helped them cheat.

"I’m telling you, President Jiang, most people identify women by their fragrance, but you, you can recognize Fang Qing just by lipstick marks, quite a talent."

Tong Dan seemed to say it casually, but now wasn’t the time for games. Dropping these words at the table certainly changed the mood.

Everyone instantly fell silent.

Hong Xiaoyu stood up.

"Sister Tong Dan, my brother and Sister Fang Qing have a close relationship. Even if Sister Fang Qing turned to ashes, my brother wouldn’t get stumped."

Laughter erupted.

"You brat!"

Like brother, like brother indeed.

It seemed like random banter, yet it deftly steered the topic away; this brother she considered like a brother was not to be underestimated now.

"When you carried me downstairs earlier, why did you put your hand on my butt? Trying to take advantage of me?"

Hong Xiaoyu brought trouble upon himself, feeling awkward as he faced Tong Dan’s straightforward comment.

"I didn’t!"

"If you did it, own up to it, don’t you dare."

Tong Dan didn’t care about reputation, using the advantage of her gender to teach this brother about societal deviousness.

Hong Xiaoyu blushed, "Sister Tong Dan, you’re spouting nonsense!"

"You say you didn’t, then show me the evidence? Just because you say you didn’t doesn’t make it true?"

Hong Xiaoyu inadvertently saw Fang Qing, an idea popped in his head.

"Who asserts, proves. Sister Tong Dan, you say I... say I touched you, then show the evidence, right, Sister Fang Qing?"

Tong Dan was stunned, then couldn’t help but laugh.

Fu Zili applauded, looking at Hong Xiaoyu admiringly, "Well said! You give us men pride!"

Knowing Tong Dan is tough to deal with, Hong Xiaoyu, after scoring a point, wasn’t arrogant and dared not stay long, choosing to avoid the storm.

"My uncle’s over there, I’ll go say hi."

Actually, he had already noticed Uncle Zhang Zhongquan when he entered.

"This kid, entered society, learned bad things."

Tong Dan lamented.

"Nowadays, fights aren’t as easy as they used to be," Fu Zili chuckled.

Hong Xiaoyu made his way half around the hall to reach Zhang Zhongquan’s side.

"Uncle, you’re here too."

Already in a falling-out situation with cousin Jiang Huazi, Zhang Zhongquan turned his head, smiling distantly, "Still acknowledge me as your uncle?"

Hong Xiaoyu forced a smile.

As a senior, one shouldn’t be too petty. The grievances between adults shouldn’t involve children, Zhang Zhongquan gave him a once-over.

"Hmm, you’re looking handsome today, showing manliness."

"I’m already a man."

Zhang Zhongquan was taken aback, then smiled, nodding, "Hmm, indeed. They grow up in a blink of an eye. Go on, get back, lest Fang Qing sees you chatting with me and thinks something of it."

Hong Xiaoyu felt awkward.

The dispute with Green Land is indeed uncle’s fault, but juniors shouldn’t criticize elders.

"... Sister Fang Qing isn’t that petty."

"Whether she’s petty or not, you should be careful."

Zhang Zhongquan spoke in a double-edged manner, implying much, "Your Sister Fang Qing is so accomplished, and she found herself an even more impressive boyfriend; because of a useless relative like me, it’s not worth offending them."

Hong Xiaoyu didn’t know what to say, seemed he couldn’t say more, just added, "Then eat slowly, uncle, I’m heading back."

Zhang Zhongquan casually acknowledged with an "Hmm" as Hong Xiaoyu was about to turn, suddenly stopped him, "Wait a moment."

Hong Xiaoyu paused, turned back.

"What’s her boyfriend’s name?"

Zhang Zhongquan didn’t know why he stopped his nephew, nor why he asked such a question, just spontaneously.

Having graduated and joined the workforce, Boss Jiang was already raising Tianci Capital to fame at this age. Although Hong Xiaoyu may not compare with his brother, surely he’s no longer that naïve child.

"Uncle means Sister Fang Qing’s boyfriend?"

He pretended to ask knowingly.

"Yes, him. What’s his name?"

Hong Xiaoyu knew uncle still hadn’t realized brother’s identity. This act was set by his parents and Uncle Fang’s family. Even if it gets revealed eventually, he couldn’t be the one to uncover it.

"Seems to be two words... I forgot, anyway, I’ve always called him Brother Jiang."

"Never mind, go have your meal."

Zhang Zhongquan waved his hand.

Hong Xiaoyu nodded, was about to leave but couldn’t help asking, "Uncle, why did you ask this?"

He really wanted to hear uncle starting to realize, even if just a little familiar hint, yet regrettably...

"Someone driving a Koenigsegg isn’t going to be a nobody, I wanted to broaden my horizon."

Zhang Zhongquan laughed as if self-mocking.

Upon hearing this, Hong Xiaoyu’s eyes dimmed, forced a smile, paused, then self-conversed: "How does uncle know if today’s nobody might be a future renowned name?"

"What did you say?"

"Zhongquan, what are you up to! Drink!"

Someone called out.

The joyful father Lao Wen was already going around table to table for a toast.

"Come, drink!"

Zhang Zhongquan shifted his focus, turned back, reengaged in the banquet, exchanging cups, no longer paid attention to this nephew.

Hong Xiaoyu stood for a while next to him, then silently left.