Jun Wuchen hesitated for a moment, but finally placed it on the armrest.
From her position on the wheelchair’s armrest, Wen Xiao’ai indeed had a clear view of Jun Moyan.
"Third Young Master," Ji Hongyan greeted Jun Moyan with a gentle voice.
The voice, tinged with a touch of coquettish softness accompanied by a shy expression, would make most men feel a stir in their hearts; however, Jun Moyan only felt disgust.
This affected tone couldn’t compare with the sweet meow of his little Xiaoguai.
And the cloying scent of her perfume was worlds apart from Xiaoguai’s milky fragrance.
Jun Moyan thought to himself and instinctively turned to look at Wen Xiao’ai, who, without his knowing when, had climbed onto the armrest and was now staring at him with deep blue eyes...
Was she looking at... Ji Hongyan?
This little thing, does she fall for every one she sees?
Wen Xiao’ai conveyed: Where in my eyes did you see love?
That bad woman by your side is very bad, and you’re still sitting beside her, are you waiting for her to poison you to death?
"Wuchen, what’s going on with this cat?" Madam Jun asked, looking at the cat on his wheelchair’s armrest.
She had noticed it a while ago but hadn’t had the chance to ask.
Everyone’s attention was drawn to the somewhat out-of-place cat.
Jun Wuyang and Ji Hongyan glanced at each other in tacit understanding upon seeing the cat.
Could this be the same cat that was chased by a dog outside the pavilion earlier?
Since when did he start raising a cat?
Jun Wuchen replied simply, a gentle smile on his face all the while.
Madam Jun felt somewhat helpless at his answer: "The servants could care for it; why bring it to the table?"
Wen Xiao’ai thought the old lady wanted to shoo her away from the table, so she quickly turned to her, selling cuteness with a milk-sweet meow:
This old lady was anything but kind and amiable.
If it weren’t for Jun Moyan, Her Highness the Princess wouldn’t deign to stay under the same roof with you.
"It’s shy and affectionate, but very well-behaved," Jun Wuchen said.
In his heart, Jun Wuchen thought: Shy? Not really.
Affectionate? That part was true. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ noⅴelfire.net
Only it wasn’t fond of him.
"Alright, let’s start eating, everyone. The food is getting cold," Old Master Jun urged everyone to commence their meal.
Wen Xiao’ai had already had some milk when she arrived, but now, looking at the feast before her, she couldn’t help swallowing her saliva.
Hmph, she would definitely get Jun Moyan to give her an extra meal when they got home tonight.
Wen Xiao’ai reluctantly turned her gaze away from the delicious spread on the table and fixated on Jun Moyan, making sure he didn’t accidentally drink the cup in front of him... which should be wine.
Red, not much different from the Cat Demon Clan’s flower brew.
"Third Young Master, you should try this," Ji Hongyan said as she picked up some food with public chopsticks and placed it on his plate.
Jun Moyan’s hand holding his chopsticks tightened slightly and his gaze grew cold.
He didn’t bother with her.
And he certainly wasn’t going to eat the food she offered, even if she had used public chopsticks.
The family banquet continued, and seeing that the time was just about right, Ji Hongyan lifted her glass of red wine.
"Third Young Master, I toast to you."
"Miss Ji, there is a saying, ’Don’t talk while eating, don’t talk while bedding,’ haven’t you been taught that?" Jun Moyan’s voice sounded, cold and tinged with a hint of chill.
Ji Hongyan’s face turned an immediate mix of red and white.
Wen Xiao’ai, who had been worried, saw that Jun Moyan had no intention of drinking and felt relieved.
Ji Hongyan put down her raised glass of red wine, feeling awkward and uneasy, and looked towards Jun Wuyang at the head of the table for help.
Jun Wuyang, receiving the plea for help, spoke up: "Moyan, Miss Ji just wanted to have a drink with you, you’re scaring her."
This address of Moyan was, of course, not heartfelt.