CHAPTER 341: CHAPTER 342: JUST A DUCK STORE

"I’m not busy, it’s you who’s busy," Yu Siqiao smiled. "How could I be busy? I had nothing to do this afternoon and wanted to see my fiancée but couldn’t, so I had to go to work. It’s my fiancée who is really busy."

Whimper.

Mo Shu thought it would have been better if he had just lost his temper.

This passive-aggressive tone was quite frightening...

Mo Shu shrank her neck and carefully probed, "You seem really angry?"

Yu Siqiao’s face was smiling, his tone unusually gentle, "I’m not angry. My fiancée is so busy, I should be understanding."

Such unprecedented gentleness!

But at this moment, it sent shivers down the spine!

Mo Shu couldn’t take it anymore, yelped, and threw herself at him, hugging his neck, "I was wrong, I was wrong."

Yu Siqiao pried her off, the forced smile on his face gradually faded, he touched her neck, and sneered, "Still heaven? Huh?"

"No no no, just a lowly duck restaurant, pah!"

Yu Siqiao’s rough hand gently caressed her face, sneered, "So you knew it was a duck restaurant?"

Mo Shu thickened her face and drew closer, pitifully looking at him, "Yes, I went to broaden my horizons, only to find out you’re more handsome."

Yu Siqiao’s expression slightly softened, he coldly looked down at the woman, sneered, "You’re comparing me to ducks?"

Mo Shu got defensive but bold, "How would I know you’re such a catch if I didn’t compare? That place was truly disappointing, not even a fraction as good as you, if only I had known I would never have gone."

Yu Siqiao: "Hmm."

Yu Chen scoffed.

An even bigger suck-up than him!

Xiao Yuan: "..." When did I not notice Mo Shu was such a brown-noser?

The audacity and the survival instinct, unbelievable!

Mo Shu moved closer again, whimpering, "Don’t be mad. When you’re angry, I get nervous, and when I’m nervous, my stomach hurts, feel it."

She grabbed Yu Siqiao’s hand and placed it on her stomach, gazing up at him.

Yu Siqiao still looked quite stern.

Was this woman taking him for a fool?

But under his palm, the warmth from her made Yu Siqiao’s heart inadvertently soften.

With a stern face, he wrapped his arm around her waist and coldly stated, "Let’s go home!"

Outside, the sound of miserable screams continued. Mo Shu felt somewhat sympathetic and whispered, "Maybe let them go, it’s too cruel."

Yu Siqiao darkly warned, "Don’t push your luck, I haven’t settled the score with you yet!"

"They were just singing with us, think of it as accumulating virtue for our baby, stop hitting them."

Yu Siqiao didn’t look at her, but waved his hand, and Yu Chen let the people stop.

Then, glancing at Xiao Yuan who was sitting quietly like a chicken, he told Yu Chen, "Keep an eye on her. Only let her go when Fei Helin comes himself to pick her up."

Xiao Yuan was furious, "Yu Siqiao, you’re being too overbearing!"

"Not killing you is already merciful," Yu Siqiao’s cold gaze swept over, chilling and dark, "don’t test my patience."

Xiao Yuan: "..."

Damn!

So fierce!

Whimper.

When Fei Helin arrived, it was already an hour and a half later.

Xiao Yuan had drunk three or four glasses of whiskey by herself, now holding a microphone, screaming and shouting, her already tone-deaf singing worsened by her drunken state.

Fei Helin frowned, impatiently took the microphone from her, "It’s eleven o’clock, you’ve wasted half an hour of my prime sleeping time."

Xiao Yuan paused, then her smile bloomed, "You’re here, I was just ready to..."

Before Fei Helin could speak, she leaned on his shoulder, then— "Bleh—"

Xiao Yuan: Surprise or no surprise, expected or unexpected?