Chapter 31
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"Brother, isn't this braised fish especially delicious?" Nian Xi looked at her brother and felt that he was the one who was being fed.
"It's just average," Nian Junting raised his chin and said, "It still needs to improve."
Luo Sang snorted silently. He was just average, but he still ate so much.
He didn't seem to have a good appetite for the food cooked by Sister Lan.
"You call this average?" Nian Xi couldn't stand his pretentious look. She put the rest of the fish into her own bowl and said, "Since you think it's average, I'll eat it all. I haven't had such delicious fish in a long time."
"Nian Xi, can you be more polite?" Nian Junting watched his favorite fish disappear just like that. He was so angry that he nearly choked on his rice.
"We're family. Why are you so formal?" Nian Xi looked at him innocently and said, "Brother, you actually like this fish very much."
"I don't," said Nian Junting.
"That's it then," Nian Xi happily said, "Sister Luo Sang, I've decided to come here more often. The food in our police station isn't good at all."
Nian Junting clenched his teeth and said, "I don't welcome you."
"I don't need you to welcome me," Nian Xi said carelessly.
Nian Junting was speechless.
That was definitely the most annoying meal he had ever had.
Standing beside him, Luo Sang noticed that Nian Junting's handsome face was tightened, as if he was suffering from constipation. She lowered her head and pursed her lips into a smile.
Being arrogant and sharp-tongued was a disease that she couldn't cure. It was better for his sister to cure him.
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On the morning of New Year's Eve, Luo Sang took a car to the Nian Family's old mansion with Nian Junting and Nian Xi. The Nian Family's old mansion was about twenty kilometers away from Xia City. The mansion was designed in the style of a Suzhou garden, with rockery, running water, and pavilions. The mansion was built during the Ming Dynasty, and seemed to be quite cultured.
On New Year's Eve, the entrance of the mansion was decorated with festive couplets and red lanterns.
A few cars were parked in the parking lot. Some were luxurious, some not. The only thing they had in common was that they had big license plates.
Luo Sang pushed Nian Junting into the living room. There were about ten people in the living room. Some were playing mahjong, some were chatting, and some kids were playing. Most of them were relatives of the Nian family.
"Tingting and Xiaoxi are back!" An old lady walked over with her walking stick and her eyes were red. "Tingting, I heard that you got into a car accident last time. I wanted to visit you, but your father and grandfather wouldn't let me. Tsk tsk, look at you, you're in a wheelchair now. When will you recover? They even said that your injuries weren't serious."
"Don't worry, I'll be as lively as a tiger after recuperating for a while."
Once Nian Junting finished talking, a middle-aged man sitting on the couch snorted coldly and said, "I told him not to do business, but he insisted on doing it. Look at yourself. You haven't even recovered from the car accident, and yesterday, you were pissed in public. I heard from Director Yao that over ten people ganged up on you. You're lucky that you're still alive."
"Dad, it's not that serious. They just wanted to scare my brother. Who would dare to do that to him? They'd be suicidal," said Nian Xi smilingly.
"Alright, stop talking about Tingting," Nian Xi's grandma glared at her son and said, "Business is much safer than politics, at least. Don't forget that Tingting almost lost his life in the army back then."
"It's New Year, don't talk about those disappointing things," Nian Junting's grandpa changed the topic. "Tingting, you should persuade your mother to come home for the New Year. It's been so long. Do you really want a divorce?"
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