Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Chapter 1892: I’m Sorry, You’re the Only One I Will Love in This Lifetime (Part Ten)

He repeated the words that Jiang Zhuoheng said to him earlier.

Lu Yinan gritted his teeth and took a deep breath. Then he shook his head and said, “Both of them don’t.”

Yan Rusheng immediately refuted, “You liar!”

Lu Yinan frowned. He glared at Yan Rusheng. “Third Yan, can’t we have a peaceful game?”

That was so many years ago. A joke was a joke, but he had to have his limits!

He asked him such a question in front of his wife. Why did he have to mention those women whom he’d never met before?

Wasn’t he just sowing discord between the couple?

Seeing Lu Yinan’s nervousness, Young Master Yan was at ease. He smiled. “You said that Nana Komatsu is cuter and she’s a 36D, just nice for you. Alright, I’ll just take it that Nana Komatsu pleasures you more.”

Then he waved at him dismissively and said, “Drink up.”

“I’ll remember this,” Lu Yinan warned as he gritted his teeth. He gulped down the alcohol.

Yan Rusheng’s smile remained unchanged. “I... will remember your merciless, mocking laughter.”

Lu Yinan and Zhou Shuang always laughed the loudest. They loved gloating over another’s misfortune.

Lu Yinan was speechless...

He hurriedly glanced at Zhou Shuang, and she happened to glance at him at the same time.

The look she gave him sent a shiver down his spine.

He was doomed...

Young Master Ming was trying to guess what Yan Rusheng was going to ask him. He thought that since Su Yue was around, Young Master Yan wouldn’t ask him questions that were too inappropriate or would affect his relationship with his sister.

Yan Rusheng suddenly started, “Ming Ansheng...”

His voice was small, and Ming Ansheng became nervous.

Before he met Su Yue, he had had a few... experiences. This fellow wouldn’t bring them up at this juncture, right?

If he really did, then he had wasted all his years being Yan Rusheng’s friend.

Young Master Ming was on tenterhooks.

He looked over at Yan Rusheng and said, “Ask away.”

Either way, he’d get bruised.

Yan Rusheng grinned at him in amusement. “Are you really that reluctant to call me third brother?”

Is there a need to ask? No one wants to call him third brother!

But how could he give that answer? He had offended him once, and it cost him a piece of land worth a hundred million...

Young Master Ming felt that this question was harder than asking about his previous experiences with women, of which at least he could lie with.

He wanted to tell the truth: Indeed, he didn’t want to call him third brother.

But... Ming Ansheng shook his head. “No.”

His answer was clear and his voice was bright. But his expression was reluctant. He immediately picked up his glass and finished its contents.

He didn’t want to give Yan Rusheng the opportunity to make things difficult for him.

Finally... he was about to achieve his goal. Yan Rusheng smiled and turned to Jiang Zhuoheng.

Jiang Zhuoheng rested his arms on the table and tilted his chin up at him coolly. He wasn’t in the least worried about what question he was going to ask.

“Jiang Zhuoheng, did you give your first to Hu Xiaoxiao?” he asked directly.