MR.TYCOON'S DARING WIFE [COMPLETED]

Vol 43: Chapter 421 - 428 [THE END]

Chapter 421: A Blank Cheque

Translator: EndlessFantasy
Editor: EndlessFantasy

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"Where is she? Where did that little demon run off to?!" Yang Yulong's aggravated voice rang down the hallway as he stormed towards the dressing room with empty plates that had smudges of icing.

Yang Wenxu didn't take the threatening tone lightly as his face darkened, similar to his father. Despite his constant chiding towards Yang Rina, he was too overprotective to let anything harmful touch her.

"What did she do this time?" Zhao Lifei spoke up, chuckling when she saw it was more than just one plate. Two plates were stacked on top of each other, balanced on both hands.

"That, that glutton! She ate all of the small slices of cake reserved for me. Look at this!" Yang Yulong huffed, "Not even a speck of cake is left!" He tried to shove the plate into Zhao Lifei's face but was met by an army of angry women that fussed about dirtying her hands or dress.

"Hey, riceball, get over here!" Yang Yulong scowled when he spotted a pair of twin pigtails dangling from behind Yang Wenxu's shoulders. They moved as rabbit ears would before they lead the victim on a long, mysterious chase.

"I see you, don't try to hide. How can you be so mischievous? Who did you inherit that trait from?!" Yang Yulong groaned when he saw her jump from behind Yang Wenxu's back. Before anyone could grab her, she was already running off with her little legs.

"Ahah, so you're stupid too! That's right, run straight into the lion's den!" Yang Yulong let out a burst of villainous laughter as he placed the plates onto the floor and spread his arms wide. And just as he predicted, the little fool ran straight into his arms.

"Uncle, uncle, don't be mad at me." Yang Rina squealed when she was lifted high into the air until her little legs were dangling. She kicked them back and forth before reaching her arms out in an attempt to hug Yang Yulong.

No one protested his act of holding her up in the air as one would do to a plush doll. Everyone knew this idiot was too wrapped around her little pinky to even fathom hurting her. The most he could do was give her a small nagging before abiding by her wishes. Less than a minute had passed before she found herself securely wrapped in his arms, "Uncle, uncle, I was merely tasting the cake for you."

"Tasting it? Don't you mean gobbling it up like a sugar-high rabbit?"

"No, no! You have it all wrong!" Yang Rina laughed, wrapping her arms around her doting uncle's neck. "I was just tasting the food to make sure it's not poisoned. For you, I volunteered my life. Shouldn't you be touched and happy at my actions?"

"Oh. You have a point there." Like a baffled buffoon, Yang Yulong slowly nodded his head. The rest of the people wished to facepalm at how easily he trusted the child's stupid reasoning, but someone had to hand it to her, she was quite witty to make up an excuse on the spot.

"Is the wedding going to start or are you going to wait until I'm rotting at my funeral?" Zhao Moyao grumbled as he entered the room, dressed in a clean-cut suit.

"Great-grandfather!" Yang Rina squirmed in Yang Yulong's arms, wanting to be freed and jump right into the arms of her great-grandfather, but someone had beat her to it.

Yang Wenxu had whirled through the people, his stealthy body easily navigated the crowded room. He stopped an arm's distance away from Zhao Moyao as if expecting something.

Zhao Moyao let out a hearty chuckle at his great-grandson. It was so amusing to hear his lethal tongue tearing apart the hearts of adults only for his actions to be completely different. "There, there." He patted the young boy on top of the head, ruffling his slightly wavy hair.