He finally let out a sigh of relief and said to Liu Ruolan, "Madam, it's getting late, we should drink the conjugal cup wine."
"Yes, my Lord." Liu Ruolan blushed and nodded. She knew exactly what these words implied.
But before Wang Shouzhe could fetch the conjugal cup wine.
Outside, there was a commotion again, and Wang Licui's loud voice was heard, "The moon outside is quite nice, let's eat in the yard."
Then a group of younger brothers and sisters started eating hot pot and singing songs in the garden, creating a lively atmosphere.
Wang Shouzhe opened the door and walked out with a gloomy face.
He realized that these kids had conspired to mess with him.
How was he supposed to consummate the wedding like this?
Even if he had thick skin, Ruolan would be embarrassed.
"Eh? Fourth Uncle, are you still hungry?" Wang Licui blinked her innocent eyes.
Wang Shouzhe chuckled coldly. Did they think that just by hanging out in his yard they could mess up his plans?
