A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Chapter 1456 Deterioration of Brotherly Relationship

"That's true, that's true." Huo Yan's heart brightened again after hearing the advice.

Huo Yan, perhaps because her life has become so mundane over the years, no longer cares about other things—society, the country, or occasionally news about architecture. Her life is entirely consumed by her family; she's constantly worrying about this child or that. How could her mind not be easily affected?

"Where did Zhuang Shijue go?" Seventeen asked again, her eyes full of love as she looked at the child.

"She said she went out with friends..."

"Mom, did Zhuang Shijue give that sports car away?" Seventeen suddenly remembered, "That yellow sports car is gone."

"I don't know about that," Huo Yan replied. Giving away a car so easily—even the eldest brother might not do that, but the second brother certainly might. She turned to Zhuang Zhoucheng, "Do you know?"

"I don't know," Zhuang Zhou replied.

There are quite a few cars in the garage that are just for show all year round. They are usually driven in for maintenance by the family's servants every now and then. He really didn't pay attention to them when he had nothing to do.

"The car is his, he can do whatever he wants with it," Huo Yan said softly. It was a gift her husband had given to their youngest son on their eighteenth birthday. It was also a gift he had specially bought to soothe his irritable temper when he went to the troop.

Otherwise, given Zhuang Zhoucheng's personality, how could he possibly buy a limited edition Lamborghini sports car? Zhuang Zhoucheng has never been interested in sports cars, but he made an exception for his son.

But he rarely used the car. By then, Zhuang Shijue had joined the army and would occasionally drive it out to meet up with his so-called friends when he came back on leave.

"Mom, if Zhuang Shijue gets involved with Bai Xin'ai again," Seventeen said softly, then looked at her mother, "would you agree?"

"Why are you bringing that person up again?" Huo Yan paused, her expression turning sour as she asked, glancing meaningfully at Mu Ning, warning her daughter to shut up.

Seventeen shrugged and didn't reply. She kissed her daughter's face. After all, they were mother and daughter. Apart from crying when she held the child at first, the child was now close to her.

The conversation at the dinner table abruptly ended, which startled Mu Ning. She hadn't been paying any more attention to it, but the sudden end made her look up again, only to meet Seventeen's smile.

Mu Ning scratched her face, chuckled, and continued to wait quietly for dinner.

Zhuang Laoyao is finally back. He went out racing with other cars and had a great time before coming back.

He walked in, pulled out the chair next to Seventeen, sat down, and simply greeted her: "Mom and Dad, let's eat."

"We've been waiting for you," Huo Yan said, looking at her son with affection, then turned to the nanny and instructed, "Let's eat."

"Yes."

Mu Ning rubbed her stomach. She should have eaten more at noon. She figured it was fine with being told off; it wasn't the first time someone'd said that. She really shouldn't eat too much at night. Having made up her mind, she decided to start eating as much as she wanted at noon tomorrow, but only a little less at night.

Mu Ning held a bowl of white rice and only ate the vegetables, keeping her head down. She couldn't control herself when she saw the abundant food on the table.

Zhuang Shiyuan continued picking at the vegetables, ate some himself, and seeing that she wouldn't touch her chopsticks, he ate his bowl of white rice and gave her a few pieces of braised pork bones and roast duck.

"It's okay to eat a little," Zhuang Shiyuan said in a low voice. He gave everyone the impression that she was the only person in his world, and he didn't care about anyone else.

Zhuang Shijue was sitting opposite Zhuang Shiyuan and Mu Xiaoniu. He saw them as soon as he looked up. This guy was just a smart aleck; he couldn't be happy unless he said something sarcastic.

"Hey, Fatty, you still have the right to eat dinner? You'd better watch yourself. Look at the chair you're sitting in, they've replaced it with a sturdier one. Don't wait until they can't even find a chair that can support your weight."

Zhuang Shijue chuckled. Seventeen looked up, glanced at the chair Mu Ning was sitting in, and then at the chairs they were sitting in: "Hey, they really are different."

Mu Ning blushed instantly. Her head, which had been lowered, slowly rose after hearing Zhuang Shijue's words. She glanced at herself, who had been looking at others, and gently bit her lip before looking at Zhuang Shijue.

"Then just change to the same one," Mu Ning said softly.

"Hahaha..." Zhuang Shijue laughed so hard he was bent over, his exaggerated manner making Mu Ning increasingly embarrassed. She frowned and stared at Zhuang Shijue, "What are you laughing at? Didn't Aunt Huo and Uncle Zhuang teach you from a young age that it's impolite to laugh at others?"

These words...

There's no problem if we talk about it privately after the meal, but right now everyone's at the table.

Huo Yan and Seventeen both looked at Mu Ning at the same time, undoubtedly feeling that Mu Ning's words were wrong. You know that their parents are right at the dinner table. By saying this, aren't you directly criticizing the parents?

Regardless of Zhuang Shijue's character, it's wrong of you to treat your elders this way.

Of course, Seventeen had to defend her parents, and immediately retorted, "Silly boy, if your parents had raised you well, they wouldn't have said that in front of my parents."

Mu Ning immediately looked at Seventeen in surprise, but after realizing what had happened, she hurriedly admitted her mistake.

"……sorry."

She only meant to refer to Zhuang Shijue, and didn't mean to point fingers at the Third Master and Third Madam. Mu Ning turned her gaze and saw Zhuang Shiyuan raise his eyes. She avoided his gaze and looked at the Third Madam, who smiled and buried her head in her soup, seemingly bothered by it.

Mu Ning put down her chopsticks and said softly, "I'm sorry."

She really didn't mean it this way. She always speaks without thinking, and unintentionally offends people. Mu Ning tapped her head, her face full of worry. The dinner table was eerily quiet. After a long while, Mu Ning realized she was in the wrong and slowly lowered her head.

Zhuang Shijue grinned, showing off his white teeth. "Oh, so you're not eating? That's good. I figured you'd lose a couple of ounces of weight if you skipped a meal. But I remember someone once skipped dinner and ended up sneaking a bite in the middle of the night. I wonder if it's a habit from growing up in a poor mountain village—they won't eat when offered food, and they like to steal it..."

"Whoosh-"

A flash of cold light appeared, and a gust of wind swept through the air. In the blink of an eye, Zhuang Shijue stopped speaking, turned his body with a large movement, and jumped up. He picked up a chair and took a few steps back, using one hand to hold the chair leg and spin it around to deflect the densely packed flying knives aimed at him.

No one at the dinner table had any idea what was going on. They only saw Zhuang Shijue suddenly stand up, drag his chair, and start juggling it like a juggler.

Mu Ning was stunned. Seventeen had initially wanted to laugh, but then realized what was happening. Huo Yan, who had been keeping her head down, only looked up when she heard her son dragging the chair, completely unaware of what was going on. Zhuang Zhoucheng, on the other hand, remained much calmer, observing the situation with a cold eye.