President, please comfort me.

"Okay, you guys start eating."

Ah Chen walked back and said to Wen Qi and Tang Yue, "You two stop what you're doing. Brother Xiao is calling you over. Hurry up and eat. Leave this to me and my brother."

Tang Yue stood up with a smile: "Okay, I'll go eat something first, and I'll come back to help you later."

Seeing that Ah Chen and Ah Biao seemed to be handling things with ease and didn't need any help, Wen Qi stood up as well: "Then we'll go over first."

Xiao He had been watching Wen Qi the whole time. When she walked over and naturally sat down in the empty seat next to him, he was quite satisfied.

As soon as Wen Qi sat down, a skewer of grilled meat was handed to her, smelling delicious.

Xiao He didn't say anything, but naturally handed her the meat and turned back to continue talking to Ye Lin.

Tang Yue sat between Ye Lin and Tang Chao, happily eating. Tang Chao kept handing her drinks and tissues, acting like a doting brother.

Soon, various kinds of meat, chives, enoki mushrooms, and seafood prawns were served one after another. Tang Chao ate for a while and then went to take over from A Chen.

Ye Lin and Xiao He were completely useless; all they knew was to sit and eat, and casually help the two girls carry this and that.

While peeling off the chicken wings, Tang Yue talked to Wen Qi: "Sister-in-law, is Xiamen fun? I've never been there before."

While drinking Yakult, Wen Qi became much more excited when talking about Xiamen: "It's quite fun. Xiamen is a tourist city with many scenic spots, such as the sea, beaches, botanical gardens, and the ring road. You can visit it if you have the chance."

"Okay, okay, let's go together during National Day or Christmas."

"okay."

Ye Lin, who was listening nearby, also wanted to chime in: "Sister-in-law, I heard you graduated from Xiamen University. The internet says that Xiamen University is famous for producing beautiful women. Is that true?"

Tang Yue gave him a look: "Is there any need to ask, Brother Ye Lin? Just look at my sister-in-law and you'll know."

Wen Qi smiled and said, "Yeah, there are a lot of pretty girls at our school, especially in the dance academy. You can see someone getting confessed to every now and then."

Upon hearing this, Ye Lin immediately became interested. He bypassed Tang Yue and sat down next to Wen Qi, giving her several skewers of her favorite food: "Come on, Xiao Qi, eat more."

The way he addressed him had changed; it was obvious he was up to no good. Xiao He glanced at him, but Ye Lin remained unmoved.

Ye Lin started playing the victim: "To be honest, I'm a bit of a materialistic guy. I just like beautiful women. Look, Brother Xiao is already married. Last night, my parents gave me a death order: I have to find a girlfriend before the end of the year. You have to help me out, okay?"

Wen Qi took a bite of the meat Ye Lin handed her, unsure whether to chew or swallow: "Huh? But I'm not from the dance academy either."

"It's okay. Next time you take Xiaoyue, just take me with you. I'll carry your bags and be your ATM. Let's go back to your alma mater together."

Just as Wen Qi was about to agree, Xiao He seized the opportunity and ruthlessly exposed Ye Lin's true colors: "Don't go and ruin someone's life. You're a playboy, always surrounded by women. Don't you know what kind of person you are?"

"Hey, don't talk nonsense. Don't try to smear me in front of Xiaoqi. Xiaoqi, don't listen to him." Ye Lin wouldn't allow anyone to ruin his reputation, and he retorted seriously.

Wen Qi found Ye Lin quite amusing. "Of the thirty-six stratagems, running away is the best," she thought, wiping her mouth. "Okay, I'll take you next time. I'm full. I'll go see if I need any help." With that, she dashed off.

So Tang Chao and Wen Qi took over A Chen and A Biao's work.

Ah Chen is considered a seasoned foodie among this group. He hasn't eaten meat to his heart's content in a long time, mainly because his brother is strict and afraid that if he eats too much, he will gain weight and his skills will deteriorate, making him unable to protect Xiao He.

Ah Biao was ruthless and didn't talk much. He sat quietly eating, while Ye Lin, Ah Chen, and Tang Yue chatted happily. Xiao He listened without saying a word, occasionally glancing towards the barbecue grill.

Wen Qi and Tang Chao chatted while grilling.

Tang Chao was a thoughtful and considerate person. Looking at Wen Qi, he asked, "Is your injury from that day healed?"

Wen Qi turned her head and gave a sweet smile: "Okay, thank you all that day, otherwise I wouldn't know what to do."

"No need to be so polite. Like I said, we're family. You can call on me whenever you need me, even though with Ah-He around, this situation is practically nonexistent."

"How have things been going with A-He lately?"

"It's just... okay."

Tang Chao's lips curled up, and he asked teasingly, "How are you? I think he's really interested in you. He even had Ah Chen call you over to get you some food."

Wen Qi was unaware of this and was slightly surprised: "You called me specifically?"

"Yeah, Xiaoyue is just a nickname he makes up. In all his life, he's never seen a girl other than Xiaoyue get close to him."

Wen Qi laughed it off: "After all, I have Aunt Hui, so he can't not take it seriously, hehe."

Tang Dynasty left it at that and didn't say much more. Time will tell. Let's take it slow. His younger brother, who is almost thirty years old, seems to be finally about to have his spring.

Seeing that it was almost time, Tang Chao stood up, took the grilled meat skewers, and called to Wen Qi to come over: "Let's go, that's enough to eat, let's go too."

The two walked over, and Ye Lin took the items, asking as he arranged them, "What were you two chatting about? Your sister-in-law is so happy."

Wen Qi knew Ye Lin liked to joke, and after a day of getting to know each other better, she felt less reserved: "Let's just chat casually."

Xiao He glanced at her but didn't say anything. He silently took a sip of his wine, thinking to himself, "How can she smile so brightly just from a casual chat?"

After a hearty meal and a loud burp from Ah Chen, the group prepared to leave.

After seeing them off, Ah Chen and Ah Biao returned to the mansion. Wen Qi was just about to tidy up when Xiao He's voice rang out in the empty courtyard: "You don't need to do these things. Go back and rest."

Wen Qi glanced at the time; it was past nine o'clock. She was in a rush, and she smelled strongly of barbecue, so she needed to take a shower. She didn't insist any further: "Then I'll go back to my room first. Goodnight."

At 10 p.m., Wen Qi, carrying the car keys and gifts, got into the Ferrari that Tang's mother had given her—a car that exuded girlish charm.

Fortunately, Xiao had specifically instructed A Biao earlier that day, so almost at the same moment Wen Qi started the car, A Biao rushed downstairs, slammed the car door shut, and followed her.

After confirming that he wouldn't lose her, A Biao sent a message to Xiao He: "Boss, your wife is driving towards the airport, and I'm following her."

Xiao He knew when Wen Qi came downstairs, but he didn't expect her to drive to pick her up herself.

With a somber expression, he replied to A Biao: "Keep a close eye on her and see what she's been up to."

A Biao: Received.

As they approached the airport, they spotted a flower shop. Wenqi parked her car, went inside, and bought a bouquet of sunflowers.

At 11 o'clock, Wen Qi arrived and got out of the car, holding flowers and gifts, ready to welcome Yang Xu.

A short while later, Yang Xu came out. His handsome features and clear eyes exuded a sunny aura, and even at this hour, he still attracted the attention of many girls along the way.

Upon seeing Wen Qi, he strode over and gave her a solid hug. Seeing the flowers in her hand, he teased, "Oh, you even prepared flowers."

Wen Qi first handed him the flowers in her left hand, then gave him a small blue gift box in her right hand: "Here, I bought this especially for your birthday, and it's also your birthday present."

Yang Xu beamed, his smile blending seamlessly with the sunflower in his hand: "Thank you, my Qibao."