Fake Marriage To The Richest Tycoon-Chapter 87: Hotpot and three musketeers

"What did my brother bring with him?" Peixuan Rulan asked, intrigued.

"A stretcher," the butler answered grimly.

"Damn my brother! Does he plan on murdering me and sending me to the hospital?!" Peixuan Rulan cursed. Apparently, it wasn’t the first time Peixuan Ruxi had brought a stretcher to fetch his sister.

The first time he brought a stretcher, it was to carry her back home by force in an eye-catching manner, making her top news on television. That had been embarrassing.

The second time, it was a threat—he told her that if she didn’t return home after partying, he would break her legs, and she’d have to go home on the stretcher.

Now, the third time... She didn’t want to think about what crazy idea her brother might have come up with.

"Miss Peixuan, please return to your brother," the butler urged her.

Peixuan Rulan looked at Qin Zhuzhu, who was triumphing with victory over her "Brother Jing." Frustrated and angry, she stomped her feet a few times.

She heard the sound of footsteps behind her. Shentu Dong had arrived because of the commotion. At the same moment, Peixuan Ruxi walked into the house.

The two men stared at each other, their eyes locked.

"Brother..." Peixuan Rulan’s knees suddenly trembled when she saw the ugly look on her brother’s face.

Shentu Dong didn’t like Peixuan Ruxi. In Shentu Dong’s eyes, Peixuan Ruxi was uncultured, dirty, and deeply involved in illegal businesses and shady dealings. His impression of him was very poor. The two looked like they could laser each other on the spot.

Peixuan Ruxi wore earrings and sometimes lip piercings. Nevertheless, many girls were smitten with his handsome, boyish look. In fact, he was even more handsome than Shentu Mingye, who was a top idol in Shengjing.

He strode toward Master Dong, bowed respectfully because he was the elder, and apologized. Then, he grabbed his sister by the wrist and pulled her away.

Peixuan Rulan protested, but it was no use.

"If you keep this up, I’ll send you to Yunnan. You can stay in the mountains and learn how to plant rice!"

Peixuan Rulan immediately shut up and let him drag her away.

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Many minutes later in a beautiful Gothic-style mansion, infused with modern architecture, laid against a backdrop of green trees and shrubs, with a small river flowing by its side.

Peixuan Ruxi dragged his sister inside and carelessly dumped her on the couch.

"Brother! That’s not nice of you!" she complained, rubbing her sore arm.

"That’s not nice of you to disturb Ah Jing and his wife," Peixuan Ruxi argued.

"She’s not his wife! They didn’t marry!"

"Even if the marriage was fake, his feelings for her are real. Did you notice the way he looked at her? No matter how many times you tried to court him, he never looked your way. That can’t be denied," Peixuan Ruxi reprimanded her. Peixuan Rulan didn’t say anything but only contemplated his words.

"Young Master," a young man came down the spiral staircase and bowed to him.

Peixuan Ruxi wore a nonchalant expression.

"Rulan, why don’t you take a rest in your room? Father and Mother will be back soon," Peixuan Ruxi playfully tousled his sister’s hair.

She pushed his hand away. "You just want me out of your sight. Am I that much of an eyesore?"

"I’ll tell Father and Mother that you caused trouble at the Shentu mansion again," Peixuan Ruxi threatened her effortlessly.

"Fine!" She stomped upstairs, glaring disdainfully at the young man who was still bowing.

The young man looked up at Peixuan Ruxi, biting his lip nervously as if he wanted to ask something. He was the same young man from that night, running from a bunch of hooligans. He had been taken from the nightclub to become Peixuan Ruxi’s servant. Peixuan Ruxi had given him a chance to serve him well, and he might release him. It seemed like he had jumped into a frying pan after escaping the fire pit.

"You don’t need to pretend. No one’s here, Lu Xiaochi, the young master of the Lu family," Peixuan Ruxi cast him a sidelong glance.

The young man sighed, wearily stood up, and dusted himself off arrogantly in front of Peixuan Ruxi.

"You saw through me?" The meek young man was replaced with an arrogant and playful youth.

"Hungry?" Peixuan Ruxi ignored Lu Xiaochi’s question.

"Eating a mantou isn’t bad," Lu Xiaochi replied. He had to lift his head to look at Peixuan Ruxi.

"Let’s go for hotpot," Peixuan Ruxi said, walking off.

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"Let’s go for hotpot! I’m hungry!" Qin Zhuzhu said.

"Hotpot?" Shentu Jing, who had never eaten hotpot in his entire life, was curious.

Qin Zhuzhu took him to one of the most famous hotpot restaurants in Shengjing. The queue was very long. Shentu Jing wasn’t used to waiting, but for her sake, he decided to endure the hours-long queue with her.

He glanced to his left and saw the happy, excited look in her eyes. As long as she’s happy.

Finally, it was their turn. Qin Zhuzhu half-leaped into the restaurant like a little bunny.

"What do you want?" Qin Zhuzhu flipped through the menu.

"You decide," Shentu Jing gazed at her tenderly, taking off his dark coat and casually resting one arm on the back of his chair. He crossed his long legs, giving her the chance to let her eyes travelled up his stunning figure.

Qin Zhuzhu had to pull her eyes away to stop herself from ogling him. Why was she finding his simple actions sexy? For some strange reason, this seemed to be happening more and more lately.

Was Shentu Jing doing it on purpose or not?

The ingredients and food she ordered arrived quickly, so she pushed those bothersome thoughts to the back of her mind to focus on satisfying her appetite.

Shentu Jing’s three musketeers were at the table behind them, eating and chatting happily.

Han Juexian and Ding Yu were fighting over a piece of beef, while Luo Yue sat like a gentleman, watching them fight as he dipped his meat into the boiling soup.ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com