She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"Boss Huang, are you dissatisfied with my Yan family? Are you openly bullying the guests at the Yan family's family recognition banquet?"

Yan Rushan: Tsk, who are you bullying?

When Mr. Huang saw Yan Zhan, he showed his big yellow teeth and laughed awkwardly: "How could it be, it was this kid who slandered me."

"Uncle." Before Yan Zhan could say anything else, Manshu called him sweetly.

Mr. Huang's face changed slightly, and he then remembered that when Yan Rushan introduced himself, he said that he was Yan Manshu's uncle.

Because he had never seen Yan Rushan before, Mr. Huang just thought he was the brother of the real daughter's adoptive mother's family. He never thought that he was the eldest lady of the Yan family, Yan Ruyu's family.

Seeing Yan Manshu coming over, he looked at the two of them carefully and found that there were indeed similarities between Yan Manshu and Yan Rushan's faces. His heart skipped a beat.

What did the eldest lady of the Yan family do?

Yan Ruyu has been dead for so many years that they really can't remember her for the moment.

"Manman." Yan Rushan wanted to touch Manshu's hair, but was afraid of messing up her hairstyle, so he could only pat her shoulder.

"Slander?" Yan Zhan was somewhat dissatisfied when he saw that Manshu greeted Yan Rushan first. However, since he could not direct his dissatisfaction at Manshu, he naturally directed it at Mr. Huang.

Mr. Huang was about to nod, but then he thought of Yan Rushan's identity and changed his words: "This is all a misunderstanding."

"I didn't know the identity of this Mr. Yan before, and I thought someone had deliberately sneaked into the banquet to cause trouble."

"Since he is Miss Manshu's uncle, he is naturally not an outsider."

Yan Rushan saw that Mr. Huang was smiling, but he didn't let him go so easily.

He smiled and said, "In this case, shouldn't Mr. Huang apologize to me?"

"Yes, yes, I'll apologize right away." As he said that, Mr. Huang took two glasses of wine from the waiter next to him, handed one to Yan Rushan, and held the other in his own hand.

"I offer a toast to Mr. Yan. This is Huang's way of apologizing to Mr. Yan."

"One glass?" Yan Rushan gave Mr. Huang a nasty look. "In our imperial capital, making amends is not just about drinking a glass of wine."

From the imperial capital?

Mr. Huang was stunned for a moment, but quickly came to his senses.

Yes, this guy has an authentic imperial capital accent, he just ignored it because he was so angry.

Mr. Huang has always been arrogant, but when faced with such an ignorant person, he really doesn't dare to offend him easily.

"Okay, then let's follow Mr. Yan's rules."

Mr. Huang pretended to be frank: "I will drink as much as Mr. Yan says. Is this feasible?"

"Just punish yourself by weighing three kilograms." Yan Rushan pinched his chin and uttered a few words lightly.

Mr. Huang was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

Three pounds?

What kind of fucking rule is this?

Yan Rushan didn't care. He even challenged Mr. Huang: "What? Mr. Huang's apology is not sincere?"

Yan Zhan looked at Mr. Huang cooperatively. Under the double pressure, Mr. Huang couldn't even say a word of rebuttal.

He forced a smile: "Of course I mean it, three pounds is three pounds!"

"How can we let Mr. Huang drink so much? Just show your appreciation." Yan Rushan suddenly changed his words with a smile.

Mr. Huang was so nervous that he almost hanged himself.

But I was relieved after all.

Fortunately, Yan Rushan is not a person who would push for more.

Who knew that just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he heard Yan Rushan say to the waiter next to him: "Is there a basin in the kitchen? We northerners drink either from a big bowl or directly from a basin. Using a cup is really stingy."

Mr. Huang’s eyes almost popped out as he watched the waiter go to the kitchen to get a basin as Yan Rushan requested.

What do you mean northerners drink in basins? That’s for food stalls, right? Who the hell drinks in basins at other people’s banquets?