My Good Sir

Song Anning never expected that when he returned to the Cen Family Villa in high spirits, intending to surprise Cen Muxiao, he would find a scene that nearly shattered his composure.

What was going on?

If he had not seen wrong, Cen Muxiao was raising a glass with Guo Lantai, drinking with him!

The moment Song Anning entered and looked up, he saw Cen Muxiao drawing back his arm with a wineglass in hand. Guo Lantai was seated very close to him, picking up the decanter beside him and pouring wine into an empty glass. They were clearly drinking to their hearts' content.

Song Anning frowned slightly as he swept his gaze over the table. The dishes were lavish—a whole spread of delicious food to go with the wine!

What did this mean? While he was away, were they enjoying some private time together?

Song Anning truly could not think of anything else that would make these two people, who should never have been sitting together in the first place, open up to each other over drinks.

He was biting his lip, debating whether to step forward and demand an explanation, when a somewhat surprised voice suddenly sounded behind him. "Oh, Mr. Song is back! Have you had dinner? I'll have someone prepare some food for you right away!"

Uncle Meng held a bottle of red wine in his hand and stared wide-eyed at Song Anning. His expression was respectful, but inwardly, he could not help complaining. He had only gone to fetch a bottle of wine, yet when he returned, there was someone standing in the entryway, secretly staring toward the dining room with an expression changing by the second.

There was no need to guess. He knew this man had definitely been provoked, consumed by jealousy and waging a fierce battle with the little man in his heart!

If he did not make some noise first, who knew when their young master would notice that this man had already returned?

And it was precisely Uncle Meng's greeting that successfully drew Cen Muxiao's attention. When he realized that Song Anning had somehow already entered the house, his first reaction was to silently curse. He had said he would call him, but after going upstairs to change, he had simply come straight back down.

He had actually forgotten!

Thinking back on it now, his mind had been entirely occupied with Guo Lantai's livestream. One moment, he thought the man was fooling around without any proper business; the next, he was dissatisfied with Guo Lantai making decisions on his own.

Especially after seeing how obsessed Guo Lantai was with those reality shows, he found him even less reliable. He had no professional training—how could he possibly make a good livestream with just those childish tricks of his?

It would be fine if he was merely dabbling for fun, but if he acted recklessly and made a fool of himself, would that not disgrace the Cen family?

He had originally intended to warn him appropriately over dinner, but unexpectedly, Guo Lantai got into the mood for drinking and insisted on having a few. The key was that he had muddleheadedly agreed.

With every ounce of patience he had, he listened to Guo Lantai explain his so-called second reason for celebrating. He had thought Guo Lantai wanted to take the opportunity to say something absurd and take advantage of him again, but the result was unexpected—it was about his livestream.

As a newcomer, his debut livestream had actually surpassed one hundred thousand viewers. This greatly surprised Cen Muxiao, who had just thought Guo Lantai could only fool around and play petty tricks. It turned out he had truly underestimated him.

He was not interested in livestreaming, but he understood that such results clearly meant considerable success. For Guo Lantai, it was indeed worth celebrating.

Later, Uncle Meng brought out the red wine, and Guo Lantai invited him to have a drink in celebration. He refused outright. After all, it was Guo Lantai's success and had nothing to do with him.

If Guo Lantai wanted to celebrate, he could celebrate by himself. The wine had already been given to him, so why should Cen Muxiao keep him company?

Guo Lantai was quick to take the hint. Since Cen Muxiao would not drink, he did not force him, instead drinking alone with the fine dishes before him.

But his mouth never stopped moving. One moment, he was sighing over how enthusiastic and supportive his fans were; the next, he complained that singing strained his throat and staring at the screen tired his eyes. After one livestream, he had poured his heart and soul into it, working hard for two or three hours without earning much money.

If it did not make money, why was he putting himself through all that?

Without realizing it, Guo Lantai had downed three glasses. He grew increasingly sentimental as he spoke, until at last, his eyes reddened and he told Cen Muxiao that he missed home!

Just as Cen Muxiao thought he was about to play the pity card again, he noticed Guo Lantai's flushed cheeks and increasingly unfocused eyes. He silently swallowed back his reprimand. Guo Lantai was drunk!

Guo Lantai, who could drink several cans of beer while eating skewers, had actually gotten drunk on red wine!

In all the back-and-forth, Cen Muxiao had completely forgotten about Song Anning. But then another thought struck him—Song Anning had come home late without informing him in advance either, had he?

Setting down the wineglass he had just snatched from Guo Lantai, Cen Muxiao rose from his seat and walked over to him. "Anning? You're back? Why didn't you come in? Did everything go smoothly?"

"Mm, not bad! You're only just eating?"

The moment Cen Muxiao looked over, Song Anning swiftly adjusted his expression. As he spoke, he tilted his head and glanced toward the dining table, only to see that Guo Lantai seemed not to have heard him at all. He did not even turn around to look at him.

What? Just because he had been drinking with Cen Muxiao, he could act so arrogantly? He actually dared to ignore him right in front of Cen Muxiao.

Cen Muxiao stopped in front of him, his tall body perfectly blocking Song Anning's line of sight. He merely replied softly, "We're almost done. Have you eaten?"

"Yes."

Uncle Meng added with concern, "If Mr. Song hasn't had dinner, I'll have someone heat it up right away. Everything was prepared with dinner, but we didn't know when you would be back."

Hearing Uncle Meng say that, Song Anning smiled somewhat sheepishly. "Sorry! I already ate, so there's no need to prepare anything. There was a lot going on this afternoon, and I forgot to let you know. I made the kitchen work for nothing."

Uncle Meng quickly nodded. "It's nothing. It's our duty."

As Uncle Meng responded, he could not help feeling curious. He remembered their young master saying he would personally call and ask. Yet looking at things now, it seemed neither of them had informed the other beforehand.

What kind of move was this? Absolute trust born of being in sync?

Young people these days really knew how to play!

"Uncle Meng, this is...?"

Song Anning quickly shifted his gaze to the bottle of red wine in Uncle Meng's hand, then turned to Cen Muxiao, his eyes filled with confusion and unease. "Did I interrupt your pleasant time together?"

Though he asked aloud, his heart was overflowing with jealousy and resentment. If he had not interrupted them, would those two have ended up drinking from crossed arms?

Cen Muxiao calmly denied it. "Anning, it's not what you think!"

After saying that, he looked directly at Uncle Meng and spoke decisively. "Put it away. He's already drunk. He can't drink that much."

"No! I still want to drink! This isn't enough! My good sir, you have to keep your word!"

Unexpectedly, the instant Cen Muxiao finished speaking, Guo Lantai slapped the table, his tone full of coquettish pleading.

Song Anning's expression immediately changed. He really had returned at the wrong time—no, no, no! He had returned at exactly the right time! If he had come back any later, who knew what might have happened?

Cen Muxiao secretly clenched his fists. Was this brat pretending to be drunk?

His tongue had been tangled for ages, so how could he suddenly speak so fluently and clearly now?

If Cen Muxiao had heard correctly, he had even deliberately emphasized "my good sir," had he not?

Seeing this, Uncle Meng tucked the bottle of red wine under his arm, then quietly backed away the way he had come. There was a good show to watch, but he did not dare watch it. Better to leave first!