Su Yang exchanged a few simple pleasantries with the guests and talked to the director about work before walking out of the studio. Seeing Rong Xi, he smiled faintly, "Sorry, the recording took a little long..."

"It's okay, it's okay." Rong Xi smiled and shook his head: "This is the first time I've seen the recording process of a program so closely, and I think it's quite interesting."

As his eyes moved, Su Yang noticed the tall and handsome figure leaning against the wall not far away. He was slightly stunned: "When did you come?"

"My brother has been here for half an hour." Rong Xi smiled and gave Rong Zhan a rather ambiguous wink.

Rong Zhan frowned, walked over and tapped her forehead, then looked at Su Yang: "When will you be done?"

"I have a meeting in ten minutes. I'll probably have to wait until seven or eight in the evening to finish everything."

"Then I will send this girl back to Rong Garden first."

Su Yang nodded: "Okay, Xixi's luggage and violin are in my car, and my keys are in my bag, go to the rest room and get them!"

"Um."

After a brief exchange, Su Yang gave Rong Xi an apologetic smile and was called away by Zhuang Tong.

Rong Zhan glanced at the direction she left, with one hand in his pocket. Rong Xi came over and bumped his arm, then took his arm and said, "Brother, stop looking. My sister-in-law is gone."

"It seems that your relationship with sister-in-law is developing well. It's not as awkward as I imagined. Brother, sister-in-law is a good person. You should cherish her and control your bad temper."

Rong Zhan turned his head and looked at the girl with a sly smile, narrowing his eyes: "Are you teaching me a lesson now?"

"No way, I'm clearly giving you some advice." Rong Xi made a playful face.

At night, the night is dark and the stars are shining.

Su Yang drove the smoky gray Bentley that Rong Zhan left behind back to Rongge Mansion.

After changing shoes at the entrance, he went straight to the basement to talk to Qiansui about Lin Qingle.

Qiansui stretched out his fat claws, and a red rope with a silver bead appeared out of thin air. Su Yang took it, held it in his palm, and a trace of luck was transferred to the silver bead.

"Did you mention the matter of the magnolia bottle?" Qiansui's soft but serious voice echoed in the cat room.

"Of course." Su Yang put away the red rope and looked at his body that looked like a gas tank: "I bought a cake to reward you for your hard work in searching for the bottle some time ago. However, you'd better eat less. Look at how fat you are. Don't let it affect your heroic appearance when you return to the underworld."

Qiansui subconsciously looked down at the flesh on his body, blinked his eyes in frustration, but was arrogant and refused to give in: "What you see is just the original form of this messenger. What do you know? When I can restore my human form, I will still be a handsome man who can eat a lot without gaining weight."

Su Yang laughed: "Okay, handsome man, but for your health as a cat, I will ask Mrs. Luo to reduce the amount of food you feed and help you lose some weight. You don't want to be unable to run because of being fat, right?"

"What do you mean? Su Yang, are you going to abuse me?"

"It's not abuse. At most, I'll let you eat less meat and less sweets." Su Yang shrugged nonchalantly, speaking in a relaxed tone.

"I helped you so much, and you treat me like this, repaying my kindness with hatred?"

"So I bought you a cake, just to reward you, didn't I?" Su Yang smiled and patted his head, "You take a rest first, and when Mrs. Luo gets off work later, you can go upstairs and eat by yourself. Remember, don't make the kitchen messy, and clean up after you finish eating, otherwise..."

"You threatened me."

"Yes, threatening you."

Su Yang smiled, waved his hand casually, turned and left the cat room, leaving Qiansui stomping his feet in anger.

Just after coming up from the basement, Su Yang saw Mrs. Luo wearing an apron just coming out to check the time on the wall. When she saw her, she laughed, "Hey, Madam, when will you be back? I was just about to call you to ask when you'll arrive, otherwise the food will be cold when it's ready and it will affect the taste."

"Just came back and went downstairs to check on the cat." Su Yang said calmly: "Where's Rong Zhan? Hasn't he come back yet?"

"The gentleman hasn't come back yet."

"Well, I'm hungry too. Bring the food over." Su Yang responded, put his bag casually on the table, washed his hands, and sat down at the table.

After Mrs. Luo served the three dishes and the soup, she took a bowl and helped her fill a bowl of soup: "Madam, try this soup first. I cooked it this afternoon. I saw that you have been very busy recently and your complexion seems to be bad, so I thought of buying a pigeon to nourish you."

"Thank you." Su Yang tasted the soup and smiled: "Yeah, it tastes good."

Hearing the praise, Mrs. Luo smiled brightly: "As long as Madam likes to drink, drink two more bowls."

Halfway through the meal, there were sounds of a door opening and footsteps at the entrance. Su Yang looked over and saw Rong Zhan walking towards him with a suit jacket hanging in his arms, his stern features covered with fatigue.

Rong Zhan untied his tie and walked over, pulling out the chair opposite her and sitting down: "Mrs. Luo, bring me the bowls and chopsticks."

"You haven't eaten yet?" Su Yang was surprised.

"No." Rong Zhan took the bowl and chopsticks brought by Mrs. Luo and tasted the dish.

Su Yang glanced at the time on her phone. Although she got off work early today, it was already past nine o'clock. He had just returned from Rongyuan and it was impossible for him not to have eaten. What's more, today was the day for their family to reunite.

"Did you save your stomach on purpose to come back and have dinner with me?" She raised her eyebrows and teased lightly.

"Is Mrs. Rong dissatisfied?" Rong Zhan raised the corner of his eyes, glanced at her lightly, and asked back with a smile that seemed like a smile.

"Satisfied." Su Yang nodded, the smile in his eyes gradually spread, and he paused for a moment: "You and your sister's personalities... are quite different. Su Yang raised his eyebrows and teased lightly: "She is more like your mother's child than you are."

The implication is that he either picked it up or got it as a gift when he topped up his phone bill.

Anyway, his bad temper doesn't seem like a biological child at all.

Rong Zhan: “…”

"Compared to your sister, you don't look like your father's daughter, either in appearance or temperament." Rong Zhan chuckled, his eyes dim and tender: "In this respect, we are quite like birds of a feather."

Su Yang: “…”

"After all, we have different blood, so it's understandable that they are different. Could it be that you like Su Mo's type?"

Rong Zhan smiled and shook his head: "I said that I prefer cherry tomatoes to fish."

Su Yang glared at him imperceptibly, then looked away and ate in silence.

Mrs. Luo, who was standing by, couldn't help laughing as she saw the two people looking at each other in eyes filled with a hint of gunpowder. This was a good sign, at least it was more down-to-earth than the previous communication which had no warmth at all.

Now they are all arguing.

(End of this chapter)