Fake Marriage To The Richest Tycoon-Chapter 88: She has a brother

They ate hotpot very comfortably. Since it was Shentu Jing’s first time eating hotpot, Qin Zhuzhu introduced him to the dishes and various sauces.

"There’s a sauce station over there. You can make your own sauce. Come, I’ll show you," she said eagerly, excited to share her world with him.

Shentu Jing followed her obediently.

"You can add garlic, vinegar, salt, or peanuts to create your own unique sauce. See that couple over there?"

Shentu Jing looked to where she pointed—a man and woman holding hands and lovingly creating their sauce together.

"Soy sauce, Sichuan chili peppers, spring onions, and kucai. Which one would you like?" She handed him a bowl. fгeewebnovёl.com

Shentu Jing’s long, slender fingers wrapped around the bowl, taking it from her with a confused expression.

This expression was different from the bossy and playful one he had worn all day. Right now, he looked adorably clueless as he stared at the empty bowl and then at her.

"Come. Let me teach you how to make an unforgettable hotpot sauce!"

She guided Shentu Jing on what to add for flavor and what to avoid.

"Oh my god! That man looks so handsome! He must be an idol or a celebrity!"

Several girls and older women gasped and gawked at Shentu Jing’s extremely handsome figure.

The older women all wanted him to become the husband of their granddaughters.

"Not bad. Not bad. A perfect match for my granddaughter," one said.

"He’s so handsome. I feel like fainting!" a girl sighed.

"Let’s go ask him for his phone number!"

"Yes, yes! Let’s ask him!" The girls ran over to Shentu Jing.

Qin Zhuzhu became irritated when she heard their shameless words.

She quickly took Shentu Jing’s hand and showed it to the girls, the wedding ring glimmering in the light.

The message was obvious: This handsome guy is married and mine! So stop thinking about getting his number!

The girls sighed dejectedly, their chests dropping and heads hanging low.

"Aw... It’s a pity he’s married," they muttered as they returned to their seats.

"So young, and he already has a wife. Not fair! I’m still single!" one of them whined.

"If you become my wife, I’ll forever be yours. Do you want me as your husband?" Shentu Jing whispered in her ear.

"The beef is probably overcooked. Let’s eat first!" Qin Zhuzhu escaped from him and rushed back to the table. She began stuffing her mouth with food so he wouldn’t ask her anything, and she wouldn’t have to answer.

Shentu Jing suddenly received a message. He glanced back at where his Little Pearl sat, eating happily, and then looked at his phone.

He typed back.

Shentu Jing: Are you sure? Evidence?

Peixuan Ruxi: 100 percent sure. My goons in the underworld have searched everywhere. She has a brother—no lies.

Shentu Jing: Her mother says she’s her only child.

Peixuan Ruxi: She’s lying or hiding something. The hospital where she was admitted ten years ago belongs to the Qiao family.

Shentu Jing: Shentu Hu has connections to the Qiao family. Ding Yu caught him meeting with one of their henchmen.

Peixuan Ruxi: Your uncle is up to no good. Connect the dots yourself! I’m going to play with my new toy.

Shentu Jing: What new toy? Peixuan Ruxi! Don’t you dare ignore my messages?!

Shentu Jing sent him many angry memes and emojis, but Peixuan Ruxi went offline quickly.

What is he so busy with?

He ignored that "unfaithful" friend and went back to eating hotpot with his Little Pearl.

Qin Zhuzhu taught him how long to dip the ingredients into the hotpot, which sauce suited which ingredient, and how to enjoy hotpot to the fullest.

"Why do you always fight with me for food?" Ding Yu complained behind them.

"It’s your fault for not being fast enough," Han Juexian retorted, using his chopsticks to snatch food from the soup base.

Honestly, if he had a choice, Shentu Jing would rather not bring these two with him anywhere. They quarreled endlessly over every little thing.

Luo Yue sat calmly, eating and drinking tea, looking like an immortal with his composed demeanor.

Luo Yue was the oldest among Han Juexian and Ding Yu, so naturally, he was like a big brother to them.

He watched them fight back and forth for food, splashing the spicy soup base onto his light brown suit.

He stared up at the ceiling and sighed. How did Mr. Shentu even recruit them? They wouldn’t even pass the interview.

Shentu Jing quietly sent a message to Luo Yue, telling him to keep those two in check. He didn’t want to disturb the happy girl eating in front of him.

Luo Yue saw the message and narrowed his eyes.

Then he suddenly stood up and pulled both of their ears hard!

"Ahhh! Brother Luo, why are you punishing me?!" Ding Yu cried out, frightened.

"Big brother, spare me! I’ll kowtow to you!" Han Juexian pleaded.

The usually gentle and calm Luo Yue was like a tiger today.

Shentu Jing happened to glance over Qin Zhuzhu’s shoulder and saw that "unfaithful" friend ordering hotpot! What a coincidence! And he was with another man, about twenty years old.

Having hotpot is more important than my requests? What a friend!

They returned home after eating hotpot for dinner. Halfway through the night, Qin Zhuzhu noticed Shentu Jing wasn’t in bed. The two usually slept together every day. She would sometimes put a divider, like a bolster or a pillow, to stop Shentu Jing from rolling over to her side.

But somehow, every morning she woke up, the bolster was always gone, and Shentu Jing’s arms were wrapped tightly around her waist. Did he do this on purpose or what?

She was startled awake by a loud sound from the kitchen. Someone was going through the cabinets, pots and pans rattling. Opening her bedroom door and looking down the stairs, she squinted her eyes in the darkness until she spotted Shentu Jing, one hand clutching his stomach, while another supporting himself on the kitchen counter.