Chapter 291: Chapter 291

Two large tables of Hua Country dishes, Eight Treasure Duck, Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, etc. Once the lids were lifted, the fresh, fragrant, sweet, and sour aroma immediately filled the air.

Windsor Yao couldn’t help but swallow a gulp, her eyes shining like a hungry wolf that hadn’t eaten for days.

"It smells so good! Looks so delicious."

She was sitting between Rong Zhi and Ying Cenchuan. Next to her, the gentle and refined Wen Lang turned his head and said with a smile, "If you like it, you can eat more later."

Windsor Yao nodded repeatedly.

Coming to her senses and recalling who was beside her, her cheeks flushed red, "I, I, I’m not..."

How could she say such things in front of the hosts!

Ying Cenchuan didn’t mind, "It’s all right. You are Little Nine’s friend, and also our friend, just relax."

Windsor Yao stammered, "O-Okay..."

Rong Zhi caught the movement from the corner of her eye and saw that Windsor Yao seemed to be having a good conversation with Ying Cenchuan. Her gaze lingered for a moment before withdrawing.

Everyone was familiar, so there were no formalities to engage in. Ying Ji called for the meal to begin, and the others directly picked up the public chopsticks to grab the dishes they wanted.

Ying Yunlin and Ying Zhao Yuan were both vying for a bowl of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, neither willing to relent, their banter so biting that Fu Xixiao couldn’t even bite into a duck leg.

In the end, Ying Cenchuan had to step in to separate the two.

The kitchen wasn’t out of food, but too much fussing wouldn’t look good.

Bai Su served a bowl of soup, tested the temperature, and placed it in front of the young boy, "I asked the kitchen to add some tonic herbs, give it a try."

The soup for their table was personally menu-located by Bai Su for the kitchen. He helped from the procurement of ingredients, and Ying Ji happened to catch wind of it one day, learning that he had been helping Rong Zhi with her health.

Impressive both in the living room and the kitchen, Ying Ji grew more and more satisfied with him.

Rong Zhi sipped the soup slowly, remembering something, "What did you send me this morning?"

She received his WeChat message while at work monitoring data, planning to reply after she was done, only to forget about it completely.

Bai Su raised an eyebrow lightly, just about to speak, when a girl’s charming voice came from beside Rong Zhi:

"Cousin, I toast this cup to you. Wishing you a Happy New Year and a blissful marriage with your brother-in-law!"

Fu Shan An held a wine glass in her hand, her gaze falling onto Rong Zhi’s face, smiling brightly.

Rong Zhi held the porcelain bowl, her fair and slender fingers looking like glazed glass. She lifted her eyes, her voice lazily hoarse with a bit of a rasp, "I can’t drink."

"Huh?" It was already the second time Rong Zhi refused her, Fu Shan An was a bit irritated, "Just one sip, it’s New Year’s Eve, cousin, just for the holiday." The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the NoveI(F)ire.net

Rong Zhi’s expression remained unchanged.

Fu Shan An just held her glass there, as if she wouldn’t let it go if Rong Zhi didn’t drink it today.

Rong Zhi always felt, this cousin seemed to have some inexplicable hostility towards her.

"Your cousin can’t drink, don’t mess around."

It was Ying Cenchuan who stepped in to alleviate the awkwardness.

Rong Zhi glanced into Bai Su’s brilliant peach blossom eyes, noticing a dangerous gleam, reached her porcelain bowl out to clink with Fu Shan An’s glass, "To happiness together."

Clinking glasses, she sipped her soup.

Substituting soup for wine.

Bai Su squinted slightly, taking all the wine in front of her to his side.

Ying Cenchuan seeing this didn’t comment, both sides were family, he could only clink another glass with Fu Shan An, and then led her over to another table.

Before leaving, Fu Shan An bit her lip and looked back.

The man bent his eyes and let Rong Zhi peel fruit for him, displaying intimacy that didn’t allow anyone else to come between.

She clenched her fists, her face turning slightly pale.

Taking a mouthful of sweet orange juice, the citrus taste spread over the tongue, and Bai Su blinked, his thin lips curving up joyously.

Those at the same table who were single—

Jiang Gujun: "I ought to be used to this."

Ying Yunlin: "Didn’t eat much of the meal, but was full of dog food."

Ying Zhao Yuan: "Aren’t you too old to need someone to feed you?"

Windsor Yao made a V shape with her hands and covered her eyes, "Wow, Ying Jiu, you really pamper your boyfriend. Listen to me, don’t spoil a man too much, he’ll get spoiled!"

As soon as she finished talking, she received a cold, knife-like gaze.

I think I should find myself under the car, not here, farewell!

There were five minutes until the clock struck midnight.

Everyone, full of food and drink, was preparing to change venues and continue partying.

Rong Zhi had something to attend to and left the table first. Fu Shan An noticed Bai Su was alone and felt it was a good opportunity.

Her cheeks were flushed, almond-shaped eyes watery, but her gaze carried a touch of sleepiness, she was clearly drunk.

Everyone was moving forward, she walked towards Bai Su, lowering her head as if drunk, her steps faltering, then unknowingly stepped on something, her whole body tilted to one side!

Seeing as she was about to fall to the ground, Bai Su was the nearest to her.

Fu Shan An reached out frantically, nearly grabbing the corner of the man’s clothes.

Bai Su watched, silently stepping to the side.

Fu Shan An’s eyes widened instantly, frightened she flailed her arms randomly and ended up grasping the support of Ying Zhao Yuan who came to her aid.

"You’re even capable of falling on flat ground."

A slightly mocking voice echoed from above her head.

Fu Shan An was so embarrassed her cheeks turned beet red.

She could feel others’ gazes; her earlier stumble had surely been seen through.

Ying Zhao Yuan helped Fu Shan An stand up straight and raised an eyebrow, asking, "Can you walk? If not, I’ll take you back to your room."

After all, she was his cousin, he couldn’t just ignore her.

Fu Shan An, unable to find an out, could only nod in agreement with Ying Zhao Yuan’s suggestion, "I...I’m a bit dizzy, Sixth...Sixth Cousin, please take me back..."

Ying Zhao Yuan: "Okay."

He unceremoniously dragged Fu Shan An away.

Behind them, Fu Xixiao furrowed her brows, "An’an, she..."

Thinking it didn’t seem right, she opted to keep quiet and didn’t say more.

However, Fu Jinyi, following on her left, pursed her lips and smiled silently.

Rong Zhi didn’t expect to see such a scene upon returning from her task. Her gaze scanned the route Fu Shan An had walked—a smooth and flat surface.

Tripping on such a route, what a feat it was for her.

In the living room, everyone gathered together for the countdown.

Ying Zhao Yuan held up a phone and counted, "Five, four, three, two, one!"

The chime of midnight echoed throughout the castle. Reflecting on the four seasons of the past year, a new one arrived amidst the solemn and reverent bell sounds.

"Zai Zai, Happy New Year."

Beside her was a deep, rich, gentle, seductive voice. Rong Zhi turned her eyes, looking into the deep and tender loving eyes of the person in front of her. Rarely, she reached out to stroke his handsome and charming brow, and spoke with a light smile.

Rong Zhi’s pale fingers lingered at the corner of his eye, speaking lazily, "Sleepy."

Bai Su leaned into her cool palm, chuckled softly, "Then let’s go back and rest."

Year after year, he would keep accompanying the youth, witnessing all the world’s lively bustling with her.

The two said goodbye to the others and went back to the room first.

Rong Zhi thought about sending Fu Yaoyao a New Year’s red envelope, took out her phone to send group messages, each 200,000 yuan, directly transferring up to the card limit.

During this time, Bai Su went to take a shower, she didn’t notice the silence in the restroom.

When he approached her, his tall stature brought a strong sense of pressure, and those slightly lowered eyes lacked the usual gentle indolence, instead appearing as deep as a well.

Just as Rong Zhi finished transferring funds to Fu Liang and was about to ask Bai Su what was up, suddenly, her chin was forcibly lifted by someone.