"Heh." Sheng Yize laughed grimly. "Don't bother. I know her."
"Oh… and may I ask who she is?"
"My wife."
A strange silence filled the room and everyone looked shocked.
Holy crap. This drunken woman was Mr. Sheng's wife?
Everyone began to steal glances at An Xiaxia: nice face and nicer body, tsk, tsk. It was only that she didn't look familiar at all, and they all wondered which family's heiress she might be.
"Congratulations, Mr. Sheng. You two make such a perfect couple!" Around the dinner table, everyone poured the flattery on thick, and they all knew better than to ask about the never-heard-of wedding.
Sheng Yize accepted it all. He raised his chin and nodded. "Thank you."
After much waiting, An Xiaxia still hadn't found her meat. She lost her temper and began to spit at the person next to her. "Where's my meat? Sob… you took my meat!"
It just so happened that she was sitting right next to… Sheng Yize.
