Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife Chapter 1977 Men Without Rights Part Seven

After all, they were still good friends. He didn’t want to expose him immediately while he was still on the phone for it might cause greater trouble.

“Don’t push the blame to my third brother. My third brother is so afraid of his wife. He sticks to my third sister-in-law like glue every day. Why would he drink with you guys if you and Lu Yinan didn’t entice him?”

The music in the room was turned off, and Lu Yinan had already chased the pretty women out of the room, and so the room was dead quiet.

Su Yue’s voice was very loud, so all of them heard what she said.

“Indeed, she’s my biological sister.”

Yan Rusheng grinned smugly at Ming Ansheng.

Young Master Ming felt a pang of hurt in his heart. She was already married, why wasn’t she helping him?

They shared the same pillow and bed. How was he no match for her immoral and mindless brother?

But he couldn’t help it. She was indeed telling the truth.

He replied patiently, “Really. I’ll head home now and explain it to you in person. I’ll tell you the whole story. Don’t be angry. I’ll let you hit me or scold me if you want.”

Without waiting for her reply, he ended the call and stood up.

Without saying a word to anyone, he rushed out of the door.

When he was about to exit, he recalled something. He turned around and glared at Jiang Zhuoheng who was lazing on the sofa. He pointed at him and gritted his teeth. “Jiang Zhuoheng, just you wait. If I have to stay in the apartment tonight, you’d better make your Hu Xiaoxiao accompany me.”

Then he left in fury.

Lu Yinan stood up to leave as well.

When he passed Jiang Zhuoheng, he thought for a moment and stopped. He pointed at him and said, “Jiang Zhuoheng, you’ve crossed the line.”

The fellow looked so well-behaved and trustworthy. He didn’t expect him to be so malicious.

He dug a grave for them.

Only Yan Rusheng and Jiang Zhuoheng were left in the room. It was dead quiet.

Yan Rusheng lazily tucked his hands into his pockets.

He stared at Jiang Zhuoheng with his lips pressed. He smirked, exuding his usual elegant and graceful aura.

He had to have a stronger, imposing stance than his love rival. Even if he was on tenterhooks, he couldn’t show it or else he would lose.

Their gazes met and Jiang Zhuoheng spoke after a moment. “I’ll be leaving.”

Then he stood up lazily.

Yan Rusheng smugly spoke, “Sorry to disappoint you. Xuxu believes in me.”

Jiang Zhuoheng halted in his steps and nodded. “Mm. I hope so.”

In an ambiguous tone.

Yan Rusheng frowned. “What do you mean by that?”

Was he implying that his outcome would be worse than Lu Yinan and Ming Ansheng?

He… thought so as well.

Indeed, calling for interrogation wasn’t Xuxu’s style.

She wouldn’t holler or scream at you. But her calmness was unbearable.

…

Young Master Yan went home with a racing heart. He kept looking at his phone as he drove on the road, hoping that Xuxu would give him a call.