Qiong Shanhai glanced at him. "The Zhu Family has only you as its heir, Little Third. You can't marry into another family. All right, stop making a scene."
Zhu San cried out anxiously, "Uncle Qiong, I'm not making a scene. Xi'er is mine, and she'll always be mine. I want to marry into her family. I want to be a live-in son-in-law!"
Qiong Shanhai simply ignored him.
Quite a few people looked toward Qiong Xi'er, wanting to see how she would react. Then everyone witnessed a dumbfounding scene: Qiong Xi'er had her arm around Xiao Nan, teasing her. That smile made her look every inch a debauched young master.
Everyone was speechless.
"Uncle Qiong, give me a chance! I absolutely have to marry Xi'er!" Zhu San shouted.
Qiong Shanhai frowned. "Impossible."
Zhu San looked dejected. He turned helplessly toward Qiong Xi'er and shouted, "Xi'er, I won't be able to take care of you. You must take good care of our twelve children!"
Everyone was stunned. Twelve children?
Qiong Xi'er looked up and snapped, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Zhu San looked innocent. "I can't keep it a secret anymore. Besides, you're not..." He stopped there, then plastered on a smile.
Qiong Shanhai was furious. "Get out!"
Zhu San was thrown out of the Qionglin Banquet.
Qiong Shanhai hurried to explain, but everyone's gazes had turned strange. Given Qiong Xi'er's manly bearing, it wasn't impossible. And perhaps Zhu San was the victim here. This tomboy seemed to take relations between men and women very casually; she'd just been putting her arm around someone else.
Qiong Xi'er no longer felt like teasing Xiao Nan. Zhu San had infuriated her.
Lu Yin found it amusing. That guy was using every trick in the book to marry Qiong Xi'er. Wasn't he afraid of