Chapter 4879 - In The Remaining Lifetime (59)
"Maybe it's an illusion. You've been busy at South Side recently and had to prepare for the two children's coming-of-age ceremony. Maybe you're just overworked."
Upon hearing Qin Chu's words of comfort, Huo Mian nodded, half convinced. Then, she put away her phone and continued eating.
At Tang Family Private Villa.
After Tang Chuan and Qin Ning got married, they bought a private villa near Qin Chu's house.
After Qin Ning gave birth to a boy and became the mistress of the Tang Family, in order to see her grandson, the old lady of the Tang Family was even dying to worship her daughter-in-law.
Qin Ning wasn't a heartless person, so her relationship with Tang Chuan's family slowly improved.
Tang Tianjiao soon became the apple of everyone's eye.
Hence, he became the devil incarnate at such a young age.
Qin Ning felt a sense of inferiority for some time. Why were other kids so obedient?
Why was it that both of them had the same age, yet her nephew, Qin Yuyao, was like a gentleman? Not only was he good-looking, but he also had a high EQ. He also had the calmness of her brother and sister-in-law.
And why was her son behaving like a mutated husky?
Because of this, she complained that Tang Chuan's genes weren't good enough and that he was a hindrance.
After Tang Tianjiao finished his dinner at South Hill Manor and came back with his parents, he planned to take a shower and sleep.
However, when he saw Little Bean's post, all of his sleepiness disappeared.
Little Bean uploaded a group photo…
It was a private room in a dark clubhouse. In the front row were Pudding and Little Bean, and in the middle was Qin Yuyao.
On both sides were Qiao Tuantuan and Qiao Yuanyuan. The five of them, who had heaven-defying good looks, were gathered together, and the scene was very lively.
They were even allowed to drink…
Tang Tianjiao realized that each of them was holding a bottle of beer.
Children under sixteen were not allowed to drink in the family.
Tang Tianjiao was beaten up badly by his father, Tang Chuan, when he secretly drank one. His butt had even become swollen from the beating.
After that, he didn't dare to try again…
And now, those few people were actually drinking so openly?
If he remembered correctly, Qiao Tuantuan and Qiao Yuanyuan were only twelve years old, right? They were the same age as him, so why could they drink?
At this thought, Tang Tianjiao threatened Little Bean, "Sister Little Bean, I'm going to tell Auntie that you guys secretly drank."
"We'll be 18 after our coming-of-age ceremony, why would my mom care?" Little Bean retorted.
"Cousin is still young, he's only 14 years old…" Young Master Tang wasn't convinced, he was filled with envy.
"My brother was given special approval from my mother. What has it got to do with you?"
Tang Tianjiao didn't feel good being retorted again, so he continued to nitpick. "Qiao Tuantuan and Qiao Yuanyuan are only 12 years old, the same age as me. Something's wrong with them drinking, right?"
"My youngest aunt has a loose upbringing. Qiao Tuantuan and Qiao Yuanyuan have been drinking world-famous wine since they were eight years old… Now, as long as they smell it, they'll know the name of the wine and won't get drunk…"
"Ah… What psychopaths…" Tang Tianjiao felt that the Qiao family was too crazy.
Qiao Tuantuan and Qiao Yuanyuan's parents actually allowed them to start drinking when they were eight years old. He was really impressed, truly impressed.
No wonder those two sisters were so powerful… They could definitely hurt others with each attack.
After some thought, Tang Tianjiao sent Little Bean a private message.
"The beautiful, gentle, kind, and adorable Sister Little Bean…"
Bullsh*t." Little Bean wasn't polite either. All these years, she had been bickering with this naughty cousin of hers.
"Can you bring me along…"
Before Tang Tianjiao could finish, Little Bean muted him.
"I'm not done…" Master Tang felt aggrieved.
"There's no need to say anymore. I can't bring you here…"
"Why? Am I not your most beloved cousin?" Master Tang started to act cute.
