Vee arrived at the Wang villa, unexpectedly towing along two extra guests—Sarah and Priya. As the car pulled up, Mrs. Wang spotted them from the doorway and nearly squealed in excitement. Her eyes sparkled at the sight of the two beautiful women stepping out, arms linked, practically radiating love and joy.
"More guests!" she beamed, clapping her hands together in delight. "And such lovely ones! Oh, how wonderful!"
As she welcomed Sarah and Priya, she couldn't help but throw a playful look toward War, who followed behind them.
"But of course, War, you're still my favorite," she teased, making it very clear where her heart truly lay.
War chuckled awkwardly, while Priya and Sarah exchanged amused glances. Mr. Wang, standing beside his wife, shook his head with a long-suffering smile, clearly used to her over-the-top affection for War.
"Honestly, I don't know what she sees in you," he muttered with a grin, patting War on the shoulder. "But welcome, son. Come on in, all of you."
Vee, still feeling the remnants of awkwardness after his earlier confession, rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress a small, fond smile as his mom practically dragged everyone inside.
Mr. Wang led the way, ushering them through the grand entryway of their intricately designed villa, its festive decorations twinkling in the soft glow of the lights.
The atmosphere was warm and inviting, as Mrs. Wang happily chattered about Christmas traditions, already planning to make the night memorable for everyone.
Though Vee had been apprehensive about how things would go, seeing his family's enthusiastic welcome—and especially how comfortable War seemed despite everything—made him feel like, maybe, this strange turn of events wasn't so bad after all.
The Wang family's Christmas dinner was a feast fit for royalty. The long table was adorned with candles, evergreen sprigs, and glittering ornaments, all set against the backdrop of their grand, festive home.
Mrs. Wang, practically glowing with pride, had outdone herself. The finest festive dishes were laid out: roasted duck, honey-glazed ham, a decadent array of side dishes, and the smoothest wine from the family cellar.
Vee and War sat side by side, a little too close for comfort, but neither seemed to mind. Their knees brushed beneath the table, and now and then, they'd "accidentally" bump against each other.
War, trying to focus on cutting his turkey, had to stifle a smile every time Vee's leg grazed his, while Vee, pretending to listen to his father's story about the early days of the business, kept inching closer, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
The warm glow of the lights and the soft hum of conversation made the room feel almost magical. Mrs. Wang was in her element, pampering her guests with an almost comical intensity, but her attention was clearly biased.
"War, dear, here, have more of this cranberry sauce—it's my special recipe." She spooned a heaping portion onto his plate without waiting for a response. "And you haven't tried the duck yet, let me get you a piece."
War, feeling like a prized pet, chuckled awkwardly. "Thank you, Mrs. Wang, but I—"
"Nonsense!" she cut him off, her voice dripping with motherly affection as she practically piled his plate sky-high. "You're too thin. You need feeding!"
Priya and Sarah exchanged amused looks, barely holding back their laughter, while Mr. Wang just shook his head, bemused by his wife's fussing.
"I think he's going to burst at this rate," Mr. Wang muttered under his breath, but he winked at War with a smile. "Don't take it personally, son. If you're not fed like a king, she doesn't like you."
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