When the marriage partner is my mortal enemy, I am scared

Xiao Cheng had anticipated this and nimbly moved sideways, allowing the teacup to pass by his shoulder and fall to the ground with a clang.

With a smug smile on his face, he half-jokingly said, "Old man, after so many years, you are still in good health. I am relieved."

It was a simple sentence, seemingly casual, but to Mr. Xiao's ears it sounded like concern.

His grandfather has been fond of him since he was a child, so he is particularly fond of him.

Xiao Cheng took a few steps forward and sat down on the chair next to his father.

Xiao Zhengye couldn't sit still any longer, and he scolded his second son seriously: "You little bastard, how dare you talk to your grandfather like that?"

Sure enough, Old Master Xiao didn't get angry but laughed instead, interrupting, "Okay, I just got home. Don't get scolded again."

Xiao Cheng looked at his father being scolded and gave him a comforting look.

Xiao Zhengye was so angry at his non-seriousness that he laughed and shook his head helplessly.

How could he be really angry? He knew that the old man loved him, so he pretended to be angry. After all, the boss was still here.

Xiao Zhengqing on the opposite side didn't expect that the old man didn't scold him, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes.

But since the old man didn't pursue the matter anymore, if I said more now, it would be too obvious that he was targeting me.

I had no choice but to follow the old man's words and continue, "Yes, second brother, since Ah Cheng is back, let's not talk about him. It's normal for men to like to play."

I heard that his nephew has been living abroad for many years, often hanging out in entertainment venues, and has no knowledge or skills.

He got a master's degree in economics, which was obtained by the Xiao family donating a building to the school.

Xiao Cheng had witnessed his uncle's double-faced and sinister face since he was a child.

He didn't bother to hide the contempt in his eyes.

He sneered, seemingly laughing, but the coldness in his eyes still made Xiao Zhengqing a little wary of him.

After all, in the Xiao family, there is no one and no thing that Xiao Cheng is afraid of. Even though Xiao Zhengqing is his uncle, he is capable of punching or stabbing him if he gets angry.

Xiao Zhengqing really didn't understand what the old man saw in such a scoundrel who had no respect for his elders, was arrogant and reckless.

Just like that, Xiao Cheng looked at Xiao Zhengqing with a meaningful smile on his face.

It makes me feel uneasy to see him.

Just at this moment, the servant brought freshly brewed hot tea.

Xiao Zhengqing picked up the cup but didn't even bring it to his mouth.

Xiao Cheng said, "Uncle, why didn't Brother Zi'an come? I haven't seen him for so many years, and I miss him all the time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Zhengqing's hand holding the cup shook, and tea spilled all over him. He slapped it around, trying hard to hide the panic on his face.

Xiao Cheng sat carelessly on the chair, with a playful and sarcastic smile on his face. He picked up the teacup, blew away the hot air, and drank it with slurps.

Although he seemed nonchalant, he actually noticed every subtle expression of Xiao Zhengqing.

This bland remark almost scared Xiao Zhengqing to death. It was his fault that he had the leverage in this guy's hands.

I glanced at the old man out of the corner of my eye and saw that he didn't react.

He turned around and looked around, then asked with concern, "Hey, where's Yue'er? She was just here."

Xiao Yue was waiting outside the door. As soon as Xiao Zhengqing finished speaking, she walked in quickly.

"I'm here, Dad."

Xiao Yue walked up to Xiao Zhengqing with a gentle and sweet smile.

He turned and greeted the others, "Grandpa, Second Uncle, Brother Cheng."

Xiao Cheng didn't even raise his eyelids, still drinking tea with his head down.

I sneered in my heart. The little fox raised by the old fox is still too young to play Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio with the fox ancestor.

I stole a glance at the old man and found that he was looking at me with a half-smile, so I gave him a knowing smile in return.

I muttered to myself, "You fox ancestor, can you read minds?"