Thinking of this, Meng Wanjie felt a pang of pain in her heart and her nose was about to burst into tears. However, she was afraid of bringing up Jiang Ling's sadness again, so she had to endure the discomfort and patted her back and joked, "Ling'er, you're already a grown woman, and you're still crying because you're shy? Birthdays are celebrated every year. Mother wants to see if you'll have another baby next year."
The others realized that Jiang Ling was shy, and they all breathed a sigh of relief and started to tease her with jokes.
While we were talking, dinner was already served.
Although there was a lot of space on the boat, it couldn't accommodate a table that could seat more than a dozen people, so men and women ate separately.
The pleasure boat has three floors. The first floor houses a small kitchen and storage space, where guests can enjoy meals and drinks. The second floor has a low platform for watching singing and dancing, and also has tables and chairs for eating. The third floor has several private rooms with beds for guests to rest and relax.
Several people ate while watching the singing and dancing, talking and laughing, and the atmosphere was harmonious.
But Wanran is not here. He is the top star and will not perform all day long.
Zhou Jing'an breathed a sigh of relief after knowing this.
After he relaxed, he was stunned. Why did he relax?
He drank a sip of osmanthus wine as if to cover up his mistake. It wasn't like he was nervous about anything.
Dinner was as sumptuous as lunch, but most of the dishes were different. Jiang Ling had been frightened and aggrieved that day, with her mood fluctuating wildly. Now, after eating the delicious food, she felt relieved.
After eating and drinking her fill, she felt happy and drank one cup of plum wine after another. She even secretly took two cups of osmanthus wine.
So after the meal, Jiang Ling was indeed "drunk".
Her little face was red, but her eyes were particularly bright. She had a smile on her face, and there was a naiveté in her brightness. She didn't make a fuss, but sat obediently beside me. When I talked to her, her big eyes blinked, but she spoke haltingly and incoherently.
Everyone was watching it in excitement and were all laughing secretly.
Meng Wanjie also thought her daughter was so cute. She teased her for a long time before finally letting Cheng An and the others help her go to the third floor to rest for a while.
Seeing that Jiang Ling was drunk, Zhou Jing'an didn't dare to move forward and hid even further away. After all, he was a foreign man and still had to be more cautious.
He came to the bow of the ship on the second floor, stood upright, and rubbed his sleeves with his fingers.
He is far from being as calm as he appears.
Zhou Jing'an was hesitating whether to give the gift he had prepared to Jiang Ling.
The boat was moving slowly, the river was rolling with waves, the bow was far away from the hustle and bustle, and the surroundings were very quiet.
Suddenly, there was a noise above my head.
Zhou Jingan listened quietly as an inarticulate mumbling voice came from above: "Zhou Jingan... he's a bad guy... I won't talk to him anymore."
The eyes of the person who was mentioned by name moved. It was Jiang Ling's voice.
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