Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The group sat down around the long table. The piece of furniture was really quite long, not that it was ridiculous in length; the design of it allowed the users to reach for dishes on the table despite the big number of guests it would accommodate.
“Right, Xiao Yi, I heard Xiao Jian say that you’ve won first place in the foreign languages competition too for senior high division?” Qin Yirou asked Yun Yi after everyone settled down around the long table for dinner.
Yun Jian had told Qin Yirou what happened on Wednesday. Schools had announced the foreign languages competition out of the blue and Yun Yi boarded in school, so he had only returned home. Therefore, his achievement of emerging first in the senior high school category was relayed to Qin Yirou by Yun Jian.
How could Qin Yirou not feel proud as their mother when she heard her son and daughter clinching first place in the junior high division and senior high division of the city’s foreign languages competition respectively?
Although she had heard from Yun Jian that Yun Yi had gotten first place, she wanted to hear it from her son personally.
“Mn, I got first in the competition,” Yun Yi answered since his mother asked about it.
“Xiao Jian and Xiao Yi are really smart kids.” Ge Junjian laughed, the pride on his face unmistakable. Even though he was not their biological father, Yun Jian and Yun Yi were actually closer to him than to their birth father Yun Gang—especially since Ge Junjian was so nice to Qin Yirou.
“The kids earned it. It’s my honor to have birthed the two of them too!” Qin Yirou chuckled through her hand covering half of her mouth but the radiating joy on her face did not diminish one bit.
In comparison to Qin Yirou and Ge Junjian’s bliss, Ya Dang’s mouth worked ceaselessly. It mainly had to do with Qin Yirou’s excellent cooking. Ya Dang did not even have time to stop and talk.
“No one eats like you. Your legs have just recovered. If you eat yourself crippled, I’m not going to be responsible for holding you up anymore,” Lan Su could not help nagging Ya Dang from where she sat beside him when she saw how he was stuffing his face.
“Recovered? My legs still hurt. I got injured because of you, so you have to support me.” When Ya Dang heard Lan Su refusing to hold him, he lost the gusto to polish the drumstick he was holding and tossed it into his bowl.
The way he looked wronged was like Lan Su had bullied him.
“Enough of a show. Eat your food. Where did that enthusiasm go when you asked me to fight yesterday?” Mo Sen glared Ya Dang as he spoke honestly.
“Heh!” Ya Dang chuckled awkwardly like he was embarrassed.
Hiss...
Hiss... Hiss...
During then, the sound of a few sports cars drifting was heard from the door. Has someone come in? Old Man Ding watched the door, so ordinary people should not have been able to enter. However, the sound of these sports cars drifting past and stopping at the villa’s front door was distinct.
Who came?
“I’ll go have a look.” With a slight frown, Ge Junjian got up to go out.
“Mn.” Qin Yirou nodded.
The moment Ge Junjian stood up from his chair, a group of people suddenly came in through the door.
The person leading the pack was a man in his twenties. He had a colorful head of hair with an assortment of colors on it. It was obvious that he had colored them. When one looked carefully, though, this man seemed to share some similarity in his features with Ge Junjian.
“Xuan—Xuan’er, what brings you home?” Ge Junjian asked in surprise when he saw the young man.
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