Su Rongcheng wore a floral blue suit, with a rather flamboyant tie. His short hair was styled precisely, and if anyone else had worn this outfit, it might have seed tacky and greasy. But with his face, it made him look like a walking male model.
Hearing a little girl call him handso, Su Rongcheng’s smile outshone the chrysanthemums around him, "Oh, you’ve got great taste, little girl!"
From behind Tu Hengsha, Su Ronggui erged with a sullen face.
Seeing his face made Su Rongcheng laugh as he called him over, "Co, co, Su Ronggui! Co to ." Then, slinging an arm over Su Ronggui’s shoulders, he smiled at Tu Hengsha and asked, "Tell , who looks more handso between us?"
"Uh... well..." Tu Hengsha hesitated. Xiao Xu was a god in her heart, sure, but after years as a journalist, she’d developed a principle of sticking to the truth. Xiao Xu was good-looking, but compared to the enchanting Su Rongcheng, he was just a smidge less so. It was like they were both standing in a field of flowers. No matter who you were, at first glance, you’d spot the flamboyant Su Rongcheng.
"Um... should I be honest?" She looked timidly at her teacher, Mr. Su. It was clear she wasn’t dumb enough to offend anyone.
Su Ronggui wasn’t as childish as Su Rongcheng and, seeing Tu Hengsha’s expression, knew who she’d chosen in her heart. His expression grew darker, "There’s no need to say!"
"Oh, okay, then I won’t say..." She wisely shut her mouth.
"Oh, that’s not acceptable!" Su Rongcheng wasn’t letting her off, "Little girl, don’t be afraid to speak the truth. What’s the most important spirit for you journalists? Didn’t Mr. Su teach you? The most important thing is the spirit of seeking truth from facts!"
Mr. Su’s face looked unpleasant, "Seeking truth from facts ans, Su Rongcheng, that you’re very unpopular!"
"Hahaha!" Su Rongcheng laughed loudly three tis, "Su Ronggui, I understand your feelings. For soone like , who overshadows everyone else upon appearance, it’s naturally unpopular."
Tu Hengsha had never seen such a narcissistic person before, and she couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Su Rongcheng laughed, "What’s this? Little girl, you think I’m right too!"
Tu Hengsha nodded repeatedly, "Makes sense, makes sense!"
Su Ronggui’s face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, his gaze flicking to the door, "Sister-in-law!"
"Her? She’s here, parking the car!" Su Rongcheng was in high spirits, and Tu Hengsha’s recognition ward his heart, "Little girl, you have insight! This is called heroes see eye to eye."
As Su Rongcheng spoke, his voice gradually softened, sensing sothing was off. He turned and sure enough, Xin Wan had silently arrived behind him.
"That was fast! Your skills are evidently much better than mine!" He noticed Xin Wan’s lipstick had smudged beyond her lips and reached out to wipe it away.
Xin Wan glared at him fiercely, turned her head, and avoided his hand.
He chuckled, "Angry again? Okay, okay, it’s my fault. I was too reckless."
Upon hearing this, Xin Wan got even more annoyed, a blush rising on her snowy white cheeks.
Su Rongcheng casually drew her close by the shoulder, his fingers mischievously brushing her cheek a few tis, and he laughed, "Let introduce you. This is my wife, Xin Wan, whose greatest hobby in life is getting angry with —hasn’t changed in over twenty years. Oh, and I’m Su Ronggui’s elder brother. Little girl, what’s your na?"
With such a unique introduction, Xin Wan felt both angry and helpless. She pinched his waist hard in secret, making him catch her little hand.
"I..." Tu Hengsha eyed Xin Wan, marveling silently. Xin Wan was just too beautiful! She was so captivated she couldn’t take her eyes off her. Honestly, she’s not soone obsessed with looks, but everyone loves beautiful things, right? Moreover, the interaction between these two was amusing and made one blush.
Finally, Su Ronggui noticed Tu Hengsha’s flaw, unable to tear her gaze away when she saw attractive people. He understood her being spellbound by Xin Wan’s beauty, but what about that peacock-like Su Rongcheng—what was so great about him?
"I... my na is Tu Hengsha... hehe... hello, elder brother... hello, sister-in-law..." She seed to be at a loss for words.
"This little girl is really sweet!" Su Rongcheng lavishly praised her.
Su Ronggui, on the sidelines, said darkly, "Calling us brother and sister-in-law requires giving out red envelopes, doesn’t it?"
"No, no, no, no, it’s not necessary!" Tu Hengsha quickly shook her hands.
"Yes, yes, yes, you have to!" Su Rongcheng quickly said, and sure enough, he pulled out a stack of red envelopes from his pocket. He handed one to Tu Hengsha, then another to Grandma Xu, who hadn’t had a chance to speak, saying, "Grandma, happy holidays, wishing you good health and long life."
Grandma Xu and Tu Hengsha both declined to accept them initially, but under Su Ronggui’s subtle urging, they both eventually took them.
Su Rongcheng handed one to Su Ronggui with a smile, "Little brother, want one?"
Su Ronggui grabbed it without hesitation—why not take sothing for nothing?
The remaining envelopes Su Rongcheng gave to Xin Wan with a cheerful laugh, "Happy holidays, my dear wife."
Xin Wan responded with an eye roll and a low-voiced scold, "Can you behave yourself in public? So embarrassing!"
Su Rongcheng laughed, "Why pretend to be serious? Ronggui isn’t an outsider." Then he asked Su Ronggui, "Isn’t that right? You promised to invite to your house to play, but if you don’t, I have to co on my own. Grandma, do Ronggui and I have anything to eat when we co over?" This last question was directed at Grandma Xu.
Grandma Xu had always been friendly toward the Su family, even the likes of Su Rongxing, she could smile at. How could she say no to Su Rongcheng? She promptly replied, "Yes, yes, yes," and, delighted, went with Sister Qian to set up the al.
Su Rongcheng strolled around the courtyard, clicking his tongue in admiration, "This is really a nice place; no wonder you don’t want to go back." After speaking, he looked at his wife, "You’ll definitely like it here. Co, let’s have a look around."
He took a long walk around the courtyard before finally returning to Su Ronggui’s room, where he spotted the calligraphy laid out on the desk. Suddenly he shouted, "Wanwan, co over. This is sothing you’re good at, want to leave behind a masterpiece?"
As he flipped through the pages, he laughed uproariously when he reached the bottom, "This handwriting... this handwriting is as good as mine!"
Tu Hengsha had a terrible premonition and, sure enough, when she glanced over, she saw her own work. She couldn’t help but cover her face. It was all Mr. Su’s fault—why didn’t he tear it up?
Su Rongcheng, as sharp as ever, imdiately knew who had written it. He promptly declared, "Just like mine, it’s iron painting silver hooks, as graceful as a soaring dragon!"
Tu Hengsha snickered, "Yes, yes, this is art, dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, beyond the appreciation of ordinary people!"
"Su Rongcheng, your skin could be even thicker!" Su Ronggui couldn’t take any more of their mutual praises.
Xin Wan quietly followed beside Su Rongcheng, wearing an expression of indifference, as if to say, "I married a fool, but I’m used to
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