Chapter 354 Xia Zheng Returns (6)_1
Zhao Hongde’s curiosity about this young girl was fully aroused. If Xia Zheng would act so impulsively, not even returning home for her, and she was just a simple village girl, then she must have some extraordinary qualities. In the future, he definitely had to meet her himself.
Compared to Zhao Hongde’s curiosity and admiration, Su Tianrui felt completely like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders at this time. So, she was just a village girl, eh? He had worried for nothing. This little village girl, at best, was probably just a bit pretty, but no matter how pretty, she definitely couldn’t compare to his Qiu Yu’s beauty and charm. As long as his Qiu Yu made an appearance, all these village and country girls would have to stand aside!
Right, that settled it, it was just Zhuma Town, not too far away. Once he returned to the Capital city, he would personally take Qiu Yu to Zhuma Town to find Xia Zheng. He was sure to lure him back.
Watching the two of them lost in their thoughts, Lao Fan threw another log into the fire and couldn’t help but laugh: You brat, ditch me will you? Just you wait to be ganged up on!
After the Lin family had dined, it was already very late in the evening. Since Liuzi wasn’t going back to the Lin family home, he took responsibility for seeing Old Iron Head and his sons and Lin Ershuan’s family home. Lin Yi was in charge of driving the carriage to take Lin Yuan’s family back to the Lin family home.
Lin Jiaxin was in high spirits today; his daughter’s business had kicked off successfully, he had reunited with old friends, and with Xia Zheng’s return, he was so happy that he drank a few extra glasses. By the time they left, he was already slurring his words. If not for his shaky legs requiring Lin Yi to carry him down the stairs, Lin Yuan would have suspected her father might have tumbled down the second-floor staircase.
With Lin Jiaxin in such a state, you didn’t even need to mention Old Iron Head. His alcohol tolerance was just a bit better than Lin Jiaxin’s, not yet at the point of wobbly legs, but if Little Iron Head hadn’t been at his side supporting him, he likely would have staggered and fallen as well.
"Brother, tomorrow, tomorrow we should, *hic*, keep drinking, keep drinking," Lin Jiaxin said, leaning on Lin Yi’s back and waving to Old Iron Head, who had already boarded the carriage, making plans to drink again.