Grand Wedding 8

"You, you, you... This is completely outrageous!"

Looking at the wives and women in the room, all of whom were clearly having the time of their lives, Ximen Lang grew angrier and angrier as he remembered how he had shamelessly pretended to be drunk and rushed back earlier.

"I was worried you'd get anxious waiting for me, so I threw away all my dignity and hurried back pretending to be drunk. And yet, and yet..."

Ximen Lang kept saying "and yet" for a long while without continuing, leaving Sister Leng helpless.

"And yet what?"

"And yet you're all having such a great time! Weren't you supposed to wash up and wait for me? Is this how you waited for me?!"

Hearing Ximen Lang's long string of grievances, the women, as expected, all looked at him with disdain.

Then, in perfect unison, they turned their gazes back to Sister Leng.

Taking the lead, Sister Leng rolled her eyes at Ximen Lang and answered for everyone.

"When did we ever say we'd wash up and wait for you? Stop flattering yourself, will you?"

Then she added,

"And what the hell is this 'wash up' nonsense... Aren't you ashamed? We've been married forever, and you're still pulling this crap!"

After saying that, Sister Leng couldn't be bothered with Ximen Lang, who was still muttering and fuming indignantly.

She simply turned around and pointed at the two who hadn't managed to get a seat at the table—or rather, the two generals Sister Leng had deliberately left for Ximen Lang...

"Kai'Sa, Reina, I'm leaving him to you. Take good care of him! He's just wasting our time and getting in the way of our fun."

At the end, Sister Leng added,

"We'd only just gotten into the swing of things, and now this nuisance shows