Lin Chan and the group had absolutely no sense of being guests; by the ti Ding Long ca out, they were already gathered around the table, each with a set of chopsticks, ready to start eating, critiquing his culinary skills while munching away.
Seeing Ding Long co out, Lin Chan turned around and smiled at him, saying, "Ding Long, not bad cooking! If your company ever goes under, consider becoming a full-ti chef at my place."
Ding Long raised an eyebrow, "No need to worry, Chan, even if my company goes under, I have a wife to support . Unlike you, Chan, if your company fails, you’d end up a bachelor wandering the streets."
"Damn!" Lin Chan felt thoroughly insulted by Ding Long’s jab, "So you think having a wife makes you so great, huh? I’ll have you know I might just get married next year and make back the money from your wedding gift!"
Listening to Lin Chan’s coback, Ding Long rely laughed.
His laughter was cryptic and aningful; he adopted a fortune teller’s air, fidgeting with his fingers before seriously telling Lin Chan, "I’ve calculated it, and you’ll have to wait at least another six years before you get married."
In the past life, when Ding Long was executed, Lin Chan was still chasing after He Zhilan’s younger sister. He died without Lin Chan ever catching up, so wouldn’t Lin Chan have to wait at least six years to get married? After all, He Zhilan hasn’t even co to the capital for college yet.
"Six years..." Everyone silently added six to Lin Chan’s current age, realizing he would soon be hitting thirty, and looked at Lin Chan with a touch of sympathy.
"Hah! Since when did you turn into Mr. Fortune Teller, Ding boss?" Lin Chan gritted his teeth in anger.
"Believe it or not." Ding Long shrugged, amused, adding, "I can even guess your future wife’s na and age now."
"I’d have to be out of my mind to believe you." Lin Chan gave Ding Long the middle finger and buried his head back into his food, dismissing Ding Long’s charlatan antics.
However, Chen Shan perked up with interest and moved closer to Ding Long, "Co on, Ding Long, give your buddy so insight into when I can ditch that freeloader of mine."
Ding Long chuckled; based on the last life’s trajectory, Chen Shan would find her opportunity due to He Zhilan’s arrival, but this life might change, so he simply chuckled without responding to Chen Shan’s words, nor was he sure if Lin Chan would pursue He Dongxue again this life.
He had already decided that after the next sumr break, he would tell the Gu Family all about He Zhilan and Gu Zhilan.
Gu En, the little brat, was soone Ding Long had wanted to deal with for a long ti.
Ding Jinshi got dressed and ca out of the room, finding the living room lively and bustling like a raging fire.
"Look! The bride finally decided to make an appearance!" Chen Shan, sharp-eyed, spotted Ding Jinshi approaching and complained, "Your customs are really a miss; wouldn’t it be great to have a wedding feast at night, then co over to crash the bridal chamber, so much fun!"
"Sit here." After Ding Jinshi walked over, Ding Long pulled up Lin Deng and let him grab a chair to sit on the side.
"In the end, the spouse is always the closest." Lin Deng shook his head with a sigh but didn’t mind, simply grabbed the bowl and cheerfully moved closer to Lin Chan. Ding Long’s place was just a two-bedroom apartnt, the dining table wasn’t big, and there weren’t even enough chairs to accommodate everyone.
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