My Loyal and Lovely Husband

Being beaten by such a big hand, Jin Weiwei could only be disfigured or die.

Her heart tightens and tries to retreat. But Weiwei realizes that Tao Xiaoqing is behind her. If she gets back and steps on him, he will be unable to stand stably and falls down.

“No!” Jin Weiwei cries out. Suddenly, she feels a power on her shoulders and she stands firm with the power.

She turns back with lingering fear and finds the person holding her is her husband, Little Rich. Before Jin Weiwei expresses her thank, the fat man suddenly falls on the ground with his knees, as if he is kowtowing to weiwei.

“Hey! It’s painful… ” the fat man cries, and his hands could not help rubbing his knees.

He looks very embarrassed.

Jin Weiwei is happy to see that. If someone wants to hurt her, he should win her Rich first.

She pretends to be surprised and shouts, “Oh, what’s the matter? Mrs. Fat, even if you lose, you don’t have to kowtow to me and beg for forgiving. How can I accept that? ”

The fat man is so angry that he points to Jin Weiwei, scolding: “You bitch! Who kowtow to you? Who beg you to forgive? I think you want to die! ”

He holds the table and intends to get up.

However, shortly after he scolds Weiwei, Little Rich throws out another stone with his angular hand.

The fat man just feels a sharp pain on his kneecap and falls down again.

He is born to be fat. Even if he does a little exercise, his potbelly will move up and down. Now he falls down, people clearly hear a loud sound.

At this time, even a stupid person can realize that someone is plotting against him. They look at Jin Weiwei and Little Rich suspiciously.

Who is it? Who is plotting against him?

“Ah, that’s why I call you Mrs. Fat.” Jin Weiwei stops laughing and says sincerely, “listen to the sound of your fat body hitting each other. Even a 300-Jin sow can’t make it.”

Poop! Someone could not help but burst out laughing at once.

“Oh, my God, I didn’t expect before I went out today that I can meet such a bright and funny girl here!” A strong man, bending over on the table, laughs wildly.

“Hahaha…”

“Ha ha Cough… ” Someone is choked by tea while laughing.

While he evaluates the situation, the fat man’s face changes from red to white, and finally turns to green. He grits his teeth and roars, “I must tear your bitch’s mouth today!”This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Please stop it!” A mellow and magnetic male voice, not weak nor rude, speaks slowly.

It is like a little cool water flowing into the boiling crowd. It’s really a melodious sound that wakes people up.

Who’s talking?

Everyone looks back.

Jin Weiwei and Little Rich also look back.

They find a young man in a long shirt, blue and white, comes with an elegant gait and flying clothes.

He smiles slightly, which is as warm as the spring breeze of March, not angry but powerful, and arouses people’s respect.

“Where did you come from? It’s not your turn to speak, get out of here! ” The fat man growls with anger and shame.

The waiter and the attendant-dressed man stare at him.

“How dare you! This is our prince! ” The waiter stands with his hands akimbo.

The attendant is more direct. He kicks the fat guy’s waist, reminding in the midst of his screaming: “my prince is the eldest son of the largest family in Linshui County, and how dare you despise him?”

What? what?

Did we hear right?

The son of Cheng family, and the eldest one! It’s the lineage of the Cheng family. It’s said that this young man is very intelligent since childhood. He took over the family business when he was no more than ten years old. In just one year’s time, he doubled his family business.

Nowadays, although he is not involved in the business, there is no one in business circle who doesn’t know his great achievements.

“Youth are to be regarded with respect.!”

“Tut! But I heard that Chengyu, this young master, has gone to the academy to study now? ”

“It’s lucky that this kind of genius goes to the Academy. Otherwise, how can we earn our lives?”

The other people nod with agreement.

Jin Weiwei and Little Rich hear their discussion and take it seriously.

Who can expect that the so-called banker the waiter mentions is the legitimate son of Cheng family.

Jin Weiwei also hears a little about his story.

I’m Cheng Yu, the eldest son of Cheng family. May I know you name, Miss?” Cheng Yu makes a bow with both hands up and slightly salutes. He looks like a noble prince in the world.

“I…” Jin Weiwei is about to answer.

Little Rich suddenly narrows her eyes, and stands in front of her. Looking at Cheng Yu, he only speaks a few words: “It has nothing to do with you. You just need to say who is the winner.”

“What are you doing, Little Rich?” Jin Weiwei pulls his clothes, but Little Rich only holds her hand tightly instead.

Chengyu looks at their hands held together for a moment and feels a light regret arising spontaneously. Has the girl been married?

He still chuckles, takes out a draft of two hundred taels of silver from his sleeve and hands it to Jin Weiwei: “The winner is this lady, Congratulations!”

“What?” The fat man looks at him incredibly. He bounces up, points at Cheng Yu and shouts: “No way, it’s a fake. You must have colluded with them!”

“Shut up! Our prince is a fair person. How could he collude with others? I’ll beat you to death if you continue to frame up! ” The waiter raises his fist.

The fat man’s face turns white with fear and hurriedly gets back.

Cheng Yu raises his hand and beckons them to stop. He walks to the fat man and smiles: “Miss Jin is right. The prouder you are, the sooner you will be unlucky. Since you question it, I will make it clear.”

He picks up the rice paper on the tray, then releases it, and the paper with answers is swiftly exposed.

“In the first round, your answer is Zhuangyuan wine, while Miss Jin’s is the mixture Zhuangyuan wine and Nu’er Hong…” Cheng Yu says that, turning to Jin Weiwei with his eyes full of admiration.

“Miss Jin, you are really good at tasting, but may I know how you can taste Nu’er Hong in it?” He laughs.

Jin Weiwei blushes a little and waves her hand repeatedly: “well, Mrs. Cheng, you praise me too much. I’m lucky to taste it by chance. Zhuangyuan, the winner in the test, refers to a great joy in life. Therefore, the Zhuangyuan wine should be very alcoholic. But when I drink it, I find there’s a soft feeling between my lips and teeth.”

Speaking of this, Jin Weiwei smiles: “As a woman, I clearly know such a tender feeling in heart. With such a lingering feeling, can it be something else but Nu’er Hong?”