The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Fang Mo’s face darkened.

What little meatballs? And how many did she mean by a lot of them?!

Little meatballs would be eaten the same way as the big one here! Hmph!

“We’re going to start reciting the ‘300 Tang Poems’ tonight!” Fang Mo said in an intimidating voice.

Meatball felt like crying. Did she say something to piss off her brother again?

–

An Yibei, on the other hand, went up to Si Bai and looked him up and down.

“You said Pepsi is your wife?” he asked casually.

Si Bai nodded earnestly. “Good evening, Uncle.”

“Heh.” An Yibei adjusted his glasses with his middle finger. “I see you’ve got some balls, little one, for coveting my niece!”

Si Bai pondered those words for a while before replying with a tentative voice, “Are you Pepsi’s maternal uncle and my mother-in-law’s brother?”

An Yibei was surprised. The kid looked no more than two or three years old and was barely old enough for nursery school. But somehow, he had figured out the family hierarchy that could confuse quite a few grownups.

However… he didn’t like that “mother-in-law” at all!

“Don’t you know that you’re not supposed to address a girl that way before you’re married?” An Yibei said coldly.

He successfully frightened little Si Bai with his imposing manner and impassive face.

Si Bai pursed his lips. “I’m sorry…”

“Since you’ve admitted you mistake, then…” Before An Yibei could say “good,” Si Bai clenched his fists and said solemnly, “Don’t worry, Uncle. I’ll grow up soon and marry Pepsi!”

An Yibei was speechless.

Somebody please show him how to love again.

Ignoring the infatuated little brat, An Yibei looked around, but couldn’t see An Xiaxia anywhere.

He grabbed Qi Yanxi by the collar. “Have you seen Xiaxia?”

Qi Yanxi was playing “eagle catches chickens” with the kids and he was playing the hen. He cried out when An Yibei grabbed him. “Gosh! She’s in the living room! Let go of me! My chickens are going to be taken!”

An Yibei rolled his eyes. “… Good luck, mother hen.”

He strode into the villa to find the inside brightly lit. On the supersize TV screen was the New Year’s Eve Gala. Love songs resonated in the room.

Looking around, he soon spotted An Xiaxia.

She was in the kitchen. The tall, handsome man beside her was cutting fruit with graceful movements and she was putting the pieces on a plate. Before she could finish, the man bent over and kissed her on the mouth. She blushed prettily.

It was a beautiful picture.

She was beautiful.

But neither of them were his anymore.

An Xiaxia saw him at that moment. She pushed Sheng Yize away and hurried out. “Brother, you’re here!”

“Yes.” Without knowing it, An Yibei looked at her lips. They were pink, smooth, and looked a little swollen.

His head began to throb.

He cleared his throat and said, “Do you have a minute? I need to talk to you.”

“Sure. Let’s go to the study, then.”

“Alright.”

–

In the study.

An Yibei took an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to her.

“What’s this…” An Xiaxia took it hesitantly. She opened it to find a bank card inside.

“Your wedding is tomorrow and this is your dowry,” An Yibei said without preamble. “Take it. Dad saved up for you. He’ll be sad if you gave it back.”

“Hm… thank you.”

“Dummy, you don’t need to say thank you to me.” An Yibei smiled self-mockingly. “Well, I’m sure you’ll be the most beautiful bride tomorrow. I… I’m looking forward to it.”

He then rubbed An Xiaxia’s hair and left without looking back.