Chapter 1134 - 1134 1116 Extra Story Nineteen (17)_2

Chapter 1134: 1116, Extra Story Nineteen (17)_2 Chapter 1134: 1116, Extra Story Nineteen (17)_2 Teasing words came from across the room, and Maomao furrowed her brows—why did that voice sound so familiar?

She looked up to see both Seventeen and Azhan had arrived.

That was quick.

“Bro, Azhan,” Jian Tianlin called out.

“All smiles, looks like you’re in a good mood,” Quan Tianqi said playfully.

Jian Tianlin raised an eyebrow, boasting, “Of course.”

Men with wives walk with a different air.

Quan Tianlin’s gaze shifted to Maomao, and he lifted the corner of his mouth, “Sister-in-law, let’s hear you call me ‘brother’.”

Maomao’s ears turned red as she hid behind Jian Tianlin.

Ugh…

How embarrassing.

Jian Tianlin was fiercely protective of his wife, taking her hand and shielding her behind him, “Bro, don’t bully my wife.”

Quan Tianqi raised an eyebrow, “Wow, aren’t you ungrateful.”

Got a wife and forgot your brothers, heartless.

“Nineteen, your future father-in-law is waiting for you inside,” Bai Feizhan said, arms crossed and smiling as if he found joy in others’ misfortunes.

Jian Tianlin remained calm, pulling Maomao with him as he went inside.

As they passed the two, he patted their shoulders, “What goes around comes around, don’t enjoy others’ misfortunes too much.”

Quan Tianqi noticed the bracelet on his wrist, his lips curving slightly.

Showing off this lovey-dovey act?

In the living room, Khan had a serious face, while Xiya lounged lazily on the couch, her beautiful eyes smiling as the two of them walked in together.

“Hi.”

She waved her hand towards Jian Tianlin, “Hello, son-in-law.”

“Mommy!”

Maomao’s cheeks turned red as she ran to sit beside Xiya, tugging at her sleeve.

“What, you bring someone home and then get shy?” Xiya teased.

Jian Tianlin looked at Khan and politely called out, “Uncle.”

Khan huffed, completely lacking the warmth he had shown the day before.

“Don’t call me uncle, just call me dad,” Xiya chimed in helpfully.

“Xiya,” Khan’s stern expression instantly crumbled, and he called out, resigned.

His wife seemed to be elbowing him out.

“Drink wine?”

Jian Tianlin smiled faintly and agreed.

Khan sprang to his feet and walked towards the nearby liquor cabinet.

He opened the cabinet, and one by one, bottles of fine wine were brought out.

Clearly, the intention was to get Jian Tianlin drunk.

“Nineteen, you…”

Maomao stared at the bottles of wine her father placed on the table, speechless.

Isn’t this a bit much?

She tugged at Jian Tianlin’s arm, somewhat worried for him.

“Feeling sorry for me?” Jian Tianlin leaned down and whispered in her ear.

In front of so many people, Maomao smiled bashfully and poked his arm.

Khan held a bottle of wine, and when he turned around to see Jian Tianlin standing next to his daughter, he was immediately displeased.

He set the wine down on the table with a thud and snorted disdainfully.

Quan Tianqi and Bai Feizhan were standing to one side, their faces alight with the expectation of a spectacle.

In the dining room, Khan and Jian Tianlin faced each other, a large wine glass in front of each, a sight that made Maomao swallow nervously.

Was this going to be a drinking session to end all drinking sessions?

“Maomao, you go outside and take a seat first,” Khan said, removing the cork from the bottle and speaking to his daughter with a tenderness in his voice.

Maomao glanced at Jian Tianlin, about to say something, but Xiya pulled her out.

“Come on, let Mommy and you have a talk, let the men deal with their own business.”

Maomao cast a helpless look back at the two men before leaving with Xiya.

“Brother, don’t you want some too?” Jian Tianlin was determined to be a good brother who shared both the good times and the struggles. After all, brothers should stick together in fortune and adversity.

Quan Tianqi pulled out a chair and sat down, stroking his chin with his fingertips and smiling crookedly, “I have to drive later, so you enjoy this fine wine by yourself.”

“Then what are you doing here?” Jian Tianlin complained.

“I’m here to watch you get drunk,” Quan Tianqi said with a beaming smile, “I have to watch the live broadcast so I can report the situation to Mommy.”

“…”

Jian Tianlin resisted the urge to lash out at him.

Forget it, he was a civilized person and wouldn’t stoop to bickering with him.

What followed was this scene in the dining room:

Khan, “The whole bottle?”

Jian Tianlin, “Sure.”

“Come on, keep drinking.”

“Father-in-law, this bottle is for you.”

“Who is your father-in-law, quit spouting nonsense,” Khan banged the table and stood up, his handsome face flushed, and reeking of alcohol like there was no tomorrow.

Jian Tianlin calmly poured Khan another glass of wine, his comely face showing no sign of drunkenness, “Father-in-law, I’m planning to marry Maomao as soon as possible.”

He didn’t even mention engagement, he went straight to talking about marriage.

At those words, Khan immediately became irate.

He glared at Jian Tianlin with a look that was neither one of acceptance nor approval, “Don’t call me father-in-law again, and don’t be like your father, as annoying as Quan Jingwu.”

Anyone coveting his precious little cotton jacket was a bastard in his eyes.

Quan Tianqi couldn’t help but laugh; his dad had been hit by a metaphorical frying pan out of the blue.

“Jian Tianlin, let me tell you, marrying my daughter won’t be so easy. Maomao is the apple of my eye, you bastard. I knew you were eying my daughter, I shouldn’t have let you stay here the other day,” Khan regretted it deeply. It was like inviting a wolf into the house and having his little girl snatched away.

Jian Tianlin listened patiently to the lecture, and as he watched Khan’s glass empty, he took the initiative to refill it.

After a round of drinking, he himself had hardly taken a sip.

Quan Tianqi fiddled with his phone, surreptitiously recording a video and sending it directly to Jian Qing.

With the future son-in-law and father engaged in a battle of drinks, dinner was naturally forgotten.

Xiya decisively decided to take them out for dinner, leaving the house to the two drunks.

When they returned, the dining room was silent.

Xiya and Maomao entered together and found only Khan there.

“Hey, Khan, wake up,” Xiya stepped forward and without a second thought, started smacking Khan’s handsome face with her iron-sand palm.

“Drink, let’s keep drinking,” Khan, totally inebriated, blurted out before collapsing back into sleep.

Xiya, speechless, helped him back to his room.

“Strange, where did Number Nineteen go?” Maomao looked around in search of Jian Tianlin’s figure.