That evening, beneath the hazy veil of night, Yu Xuanyu ate dinner with the marks of two mighty slaps on his cheeks.
The candlelight was so dim that making out the dishes was no problem, but seeing the red marks on someone's face was a little harder.
At first glance, Jiang Shuyue thought she had discovered a whole new continent.
"Huahua, Marquis Yu is so fashionable! He even put on contouring for a family dinner at night. Does he think his face is too wide and feel embarrassed sitting next to my husband?"
Huahua had lived among humans for a long time and knew that men still needed to save a little face in front of others.
Huahua also did not want the host to learn to be so violent.
It was not so much a fear that her temper would grow worse. The main problem was that she really could not beat the Great Villain in a fight, and Huahua feared he might turn evil before the mission ended, so Huahua did not dare tell her.
Sometimes, it was better to be a little timid.
Huahua lied with eyes wide open. "His wife is beautiful, and his son is handsome too, while his own looks were put together in a bit of a hurry. Of course he feels embarrassed. Everyone has a love of beauty. Try to understand."
Jiang Shuyue raised her wine cup toward Yu Xuanyu. "I heard you're my husband's uncle, but I already call your wife my big sister, so I'll just call you big brother from now on."
"This cup is a toast to you!"
Yu Xuanyu was still wondering how he had suddenly been demoted a generation, and why she was toasting him, when Jiang Shuyue drained her cup.
Yu Xuanyu drank a cup