<h4>Chapter 1889: I’m Sorry, You’re the Only One I Will Love in This Lifetime (Part Seven)</h4>


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    It wasn’t because he had nothing to ask Ming Ansheng, but because Su Yue was his sister and the topic would definitely link to her.


    He gathered the mahjong tiles towards himself and arranged them.


    “Yan Rusheng hasn’t answered yet.”


    Jiang Zhuoheng, who had been keeping silent, suddenly piped up. He grabbed Yan Rusheng’s hand and grinned at him.


    His smile, in Yan Rusheng’s eyes, was malicious, sly, scheming and vengeful... He was definitely nning something.


    Yan Rusheng’s expression hardened. “Ask.”


    As though he had thought of what to ask a long time ago, Jiang Zhuoheng asked without hesitation, “Did you eat the chocte that I bought for Xuxu before?”


    Yan Rusheng’s gaze faltered before shook his head in denial. “What chocte? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”


    Jiang Zhuoheng’s smile remained unchanged. “Third Yan, we’re ying truth or dare here. I hope that you can obey the game rules.”


    <i>F*ck. </i>What did this guy mean by that? That he was shameless and couldn’t lose?


    Young Master Yan felt his male ego being targeted. He puffed out his chest and admitted, “Yes. I ate it.”


    “Oh...” Jiang Zhuoheng nodded, but he wasn’t surprised.


    “When?” Xuxu was confused and didn’t know what they were talking about.


    What chocte? Why wasn’t she aware?


    She looked at Yan Rusheng first. His chest was puffed out, but he refused to meet her gaze.


    So she turned to Jiang Zhuoheng and blinked at him in confusion. “When was this? Why haven’t you told me before?”


    Jiang Zhuoheng was about to answer when Yan Rusheng suddenly pushed the mahjong tiles. “Are we still ying?”


    The tiles crashed onto the table.


    Lu Yinan, Zhou Shuang, Ming Ansheng, and the rest were not surprised at his sudden outburst.


    “Yan Rusheng, I didn’t think that you’d steal food to eat,” Lu Yinan mocked.


    “Nonsense,” Yan Rusheng hollered. “I just couldn’t stand him fawning over my wife all day long!”


    Jiang Zhuoheng rubbed his temples and pretended to recall. “I remember that it was during the revision period in our third year of high school. I made a small chocte cake for Xuxu’s 18th birthday and I even ced two movie tickets for titanic inside the box.”


    Xuxu was extremely shocked. She had no idea about it at all.


    She turned to look at Yan Rusheng interrogatively.


    Yan Rusheng felt very awkward. He didn’t dare to look at Xuxu’s face, but he was still very indignant towards Jiang Zhuoheng.


    He red at him and said, “The teachers showed us that movie during middle school. Old-fashioned.”


    Xuxu frowned and asked, “Then who did you give the tickets to?”


    He stole the love letter that Zhao Zheng wrote for her, as well as the choctes and movie tickets Ah Heng gave her... What else did this fellow do behind her back?


    Yan Rusheng chuckled and nced at Jiang Zhuoheng coldly. “I gave them to secretary-general Zhang’s daughter and Ye Xiaojia. They were thrilled when they heard that the movie tickets were from you.”


    Jiang Zhuoheng’s expression turned darker than coal.


    “Hahaha...” Lu Yinan said to Jiang Zhuoheng, “No wonder Fatty Zhang and Ye Xiaojia suddenly imed that you liked them. They even fell out and became enemies because of you.”