Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!

Qin Wenrou couldn’t hear Qin Xin’s response on the phone, and hung up furiously:

”She must be so confused by Mom’s will that she doesn’t know up from down, her brain’s fried, and she’s dumbfounded, haha.”

”Does she think by playing dead and not answering me, Nalan Ye Jue’s doom doesn’t exist?”

”Qin Xin, I’m just waiting for the day you cry as a widow!”

Little did she know.

On the other end of the phone, it was utter chaos!

When Qin Xin stumbled upon the fallen little servant, Si Moyu swaggered into the Nalan Family: ”Madam, the Si Family congratulates you on your marriage.”

Though the Si Family and the Nalan Group have always been rivals, privately, Mrs. Nalan treats these business juniors equally, and smiles: ”Little Si, welcome, welcome, please come in.”

But Nalan Ye Jue’s face turned dark: ”I did not invite you.”

Clearly not wanting this fellow to come in.

Si Moyu narrowed his eyes: ”On a day of great joy, chasing away guests isn’t very auspicious, is it?”

Nalan Ye Jue’s face turned more sour: ”Your absence would be most auspicious.”

This guy with ill intentions, coming to his wedding, what purpose does he have beyond causing trouble?

Mrs. Nalan smiled to smooth things over: ”Jue’er, don’t speak to guests like that. Little Si is right, all who come are guests, and he brought gifts sincerely, didn’t he? Wow, this tribute of jujube and snow lotus seeds is quite precious, is it wishing you many children, Little Si, you’re really so considerate, come, come, please take the first seat!”

Si Moyu grumbled inwardly: ”...” Damn, which dim-witted subordinate prepared the gift implying many children?

Nalan Ye Jue’s face finally improved a bit: ”If that’s the case, then I’ll give you the opportunity to join the ceremony.”

Si Moyu: ”...”

I’m not here for the ceremony, I’m here to crash the wedding!

Stepping into the banquet hall, Si Moyu realized he was relatively late, and the so-called ”first seat” had as many as ten.

Which means nearly a hundred prominent figures from the empire and even internationally had arrived.

He took a deep breath.

Nalan Ye Jue, that punk, really has such a grand presence, how could he not believe it?

Seeing that due to being late he was assigned the last seat in the ”first seat”, Si Moyu pouted and asked a servant: ”When does the banquet officially begin?”

Servant: ”President Si, the auspicious time is set for eight o’clock.”

Si Moyu glanced at his watch, it was only seven-thirty, half an hour before the banquet started, and he didn’t want to awkwardly chat with a bunch of foreign old men here.

”I’ll take a stroll in the garden.”

He casually walked toward the Nalan Family’s back garden, as if it were his own home.

The servant smiled wryly, unable to stop this unconventional guest, just let him go.

Si Moyu walked slowly in the garden corridor, at the fork ahead a young man with a cane, perhaps also bored, was looking at the scenery by the railing, they met at the fork, both recognized each other:

”Little Uncle Si?”

”You are... Hu Yi’s classmate? How come you’re limping, like Nalan Ye Jue?”

”Ahem, Little Uncle, I was kidnapped with Hu Yi, he hurt his hand, I hurt my legs, now I’m in recovery.”

”Oh, you’re quite thoughtful, limping but still attending Nalan that fellow’s wedding.”

”Little Uncle, I didn’t come for Mr. Nalan, I came for Sister Xin’s wedding. She’s getting married, I must be here.”