A-List Actress: Paper Marriage but Pampering Billionaire

Chapter 1172: I’ll Take Her Home!

Seeing her casually sitting next to him, Jian Shaohan couldn’t help but feel elated inside. Did she secretly want to sit beside him too?The dishes were served one by one, and Jiang Jingheng, as usual, didn’t drink any alcohol.

The others didn’t dare to persuade him, so they drank themselves.

Lan Xi tugged at Lu Hao’s sleeve and said, "Brother Lu Hao, I want to eat that roast lamb chop."

Lu Hao smiled, "Alright, I’ll get it for you."

He placed two pieces of roast lamb chop into Lan Xi’s bowl and also served him a bowl of soup, just like Mu Yan saw them earlier.

Mu Yan was a bit puzzled; wasn’t Lu Hao quite resistant to Lan Xi before?

But if he truly understands Lan Xi’s feelings and knows how to be good to Lan Xi, then that’s not bad.

On the other hand, Jian Shaohan watched Zheng Lu Hua eat with gusto and felt uncomfortable.

In the past, during meals, she wasn’t just focused on herself. If there was something tasty, she would always serve him first.

He watched as Zheng Lu Hua took the crab claws from the table, cut them with scissors, and the plump meat dropped into her bowl.

His eyelid twitched, and he withdrew his gaze.

As long as she takes the initiative a little, he will also take a step back and forget what he said before.

But after waiting for a while, his bowl remained empty.

"Shaohan, what are you in a daze for? Drink and eat," Dong Le reminded him from the side.

Jian Shaohan glanced at him, picked up his wine glass, and caught sight of Zheng Lu Hua dipping the crab meat into the sauce and then eating it.

He frowned slightly; she knew he loved crab claws the most.

Or could it be that she was playing hard to get, pretending to ignore him?

Dong Le, seeing his absent-minded look, couldn’t be bothered with him, thinking it served him right for breaking up with Huahua.

He turned to Ning Ze, "Come on, let’s have a drink."

Ning Ze was peeling purple sweet potatoes for Qin Xi and said without thinking, "Go find someone else to drink with; I’m not drinking."

Dong Le sneered inwardly; not drinking? Who’s he trying to fool?

Each of them becomes less of a man’s man after getting a girlfriend.

He called to Qin Xi, "Miss Qin, it’s nice to meet you, let me toast you."

Qin Xi picked up her wine glass and smiled, "Mr. Dong, you’re too kind."

"Xi Xi, no need to entertain him," Ning Ze whispered.

Dong Le wanted to kick Ning Ze, forsaking his brothers for a woman?

Qin Xi ignored Ning Ze, gestured to Dong Le with her glass, and then drank it down.

It wasn’t that she was mindful of Dong Le’s status, but rather because he was Ning Ze’s friend. She had to give him face; otherwise, people might think she was arrogant because of favoritism.

Seeing Qin Xi’s straightforwardness, Dong Le found her more likable.

Among those they interact with are quite a few noble young ladies with high status, so identity doesn’t mean much to them.

Compared to those spoiled and fake noblewomen, they prefer straightforward types like Qin Xi. Of course, that’s also because Qin Xi is a brother’s woman.

Although Ning Ze was unhappy seeing Qin Xi drink, he didn’t voice it and filled her bowl with lots of food.

Seeing Dong Le drink with Qin Xi, the others also wanted to toast Qin Xi.

Ning Ze was not on board with it and snatched Qin Xi’s wine glass, drinking on her behalf.

Qin Xi didn’t stop him and watched as he downed glasses of wine.

Men, sometimes you have to give them face.

After finishing the meal, Dong Le suggested going singing, wanting to hear Qin Xi, the diva’s voice.

Unfortunately, Ning Ze was not willing, "Our Xi Xi charges a high appearance fee. If you want to hear her sing, look it up on your phone."

Dong Le was speechless; these guys forget all about their friends once they have a girlfriend.

However, he didn’t insist, and everyone went their own way.

The three couples at the venue went home their separate ways, leaving a few singles trailing behind.

Dong Le called to Zheng Lu Hua, "Huahua, come, I’ll take you home."

Jian Shaohan frowned, "You’ve drunk so much; can you drive?"

Dong Le leisurely looked at him, "Then what should we do?"

Jian Shaohan impatiently said, "What else can we do? I’ll take her."