"Perhaps, you would be able to attend the wedding, if you didn't go to Paris, Wenna." Long Shaoming said with a straight face. He was hoping for a peaceful time and looking forward to convincing Long Jie to come back home, but everything was happening oppositely.
"Come on, brother you want me to accept his excuse. Is there even a girl who does not wish to marry my nephew? "Long Wenna asked. How good this woman Long Jie chose for himself was that he couldn't wait any longer? She already disliked her. Never had his brothers ever countered anything she had said.
"Trust me, Mrs. Zhang, there are many women who don't wish to marry someone just because they are rich or handsome. You haven't yet met them." Zhenyi said, her eyes still on the plate. Who knew this aunt would be a nuisance too? She leaned over to pick up the wine glass before Long Jie removed it out of her sight.
"No, wine for you, wife," he whispered into her ears.