The Mysterious Bride of the Wind God

The two of them carried the dishes to the dining room. “Dinner is ready.” Chun called out to several men in the recording studio.

“Wow, my wife’s cooking is amazing.” Zhenxuan hugged Chun’s slender waist. He loved being close to her in any setting.

“Chun will work hard in the future because Zhenxuan loves to eat!” Ya also teased him, and Feng patted his hand.


“Better to like eating than to be a drunkard.” Zhenghua made a sarcastic remark.

In the ice room, Qingjing paid no attention to their bickering, and together with Tian Zhong, they split the remaining plate of golden gun fish sashimi, which greatly displeased Qianlin.

“You don’t even like fish oil!” Tian Zhong urged Qingjing to eat more, while secretly mocking Qianlin.

“I can’t change now, can I?” Qianlin reached into Qingjing’s plate to compete with him. “Tian Zhong, you’re biased!”

“Don’t fight over it, there’s still some in the kitchen.” Fengfeng, seeing them argue, tried to mediate with a kind heart, “I’ll go get it.” She stood up.

“Don’t bother with them, they’re always like this.” Ya also held her back, handing her a piece of grilled fish.

“Really?” Fengfeng was skeptical.

He whispered in her ear, “Look at Chun and Zhenghua, nobody cares about them.”

Indeed, Zhunei and Lingmu were huddled together, chattering away. Fengfeng laughed, “Are you going to record after dinner?”

In Ya’s mansion, there was a fully equipped recording studio on the second floor. Such a room would not come cheap.

“You have to work hard because Fengfeng is very hardworking.” Ya smiled gently.

“Will they stay over tonight?”

“They’ll go back. I’ll make sure they leave.” Ya thought to himself: I certainly don’t want so many freeloaders staying over.

Fengfeng gave him a look, “I told you, you’re such a bad person.”

“Do you guess what I’m thinking?” He said while eating and laughing.

“Stop laughing.” She kicked him. “Or you’ll sleep in the guest room.”

Meanwhile, Zhunei and Zhenghua were having an intimate conversation.

“It’s too late to come back,” Chun said, picking at the last bit of sashimi.

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