Good Evening, Mr President!

The author is Chi Zuxu

“Third Uncle, I really dislike her!” With her small face buried in the towel, she mumbled unhappily. “She called me a parasite! I hate her! I don’t want her to be my aunt-in-law!”

Parasite!?

The man knitted his brows in displeasure.

Is there such an adorable parasite in the first place?

In any case, the lass’ ability to wear him down was much like a parasite! f𝔯𝒆𝚎𝚠𝑒𝚋𝓃૦νℯƖ.co𝘮

“Uncle, if you really need to find me a young aunt…”

She caught hold of his strong, sturdy arm and lifted her tearing eyes to look at him. “I’m saying what if, and if it indeed happens… I’d rather my aunt-in-law was Huahua! At least, she won’t bully me!”

But the moment she finished her sentence, Chi Zuxu’s face turned ugly once more as he shoved and rubbed her face hard.

“Pain… pain… uncle, can you be gentler!”

“You deserve it!”

“…” She pouted defiantly. In what way did she deserve that?!

“Chi the Fourth, let me warn you again. Don’t try to play cupid here! I’ve my plans when it comes to my marriage! There’s no need for you to get involved!”

He did not understand why he was so agitated by her words.

“Uncle, don’t you like Huahua?” She put her head on his warm and cozy chest suddenly, closed her eyes and questioned hushedly.

Her smudged face and dripping wet hair instantly left a bad smear on his clean shirt. By his own reasoning, he would have pushed her away but yet, for unknown reasons, he did not and instead he allowed her to lean on him without complaints.

Lowering his head, he answered her in his baritone voice, “Yes, I don’t like her.”

“Is she not your type?” With her eyes still closed, she pursued the matter further.

“Nope.”

“Then, what do you think of my type?” Her eyes stayed shut as she embraced his well-formed waist with her arms. With her head buried deep within his chest, she whispered, almost indiscernibly, “Uncle, what do you think of me becoming your girlfriend…”

Her words were soft like a mosquito’s buzz but, still, he managed to catch her words.

He was stunned for a few seconds. By the time he recomposed himself, the lass had drifted into dreamland in his arms.

Soothing her wet, long hair with his slender fingers, his dark orbs turned pensive as he muttered under his breath, “It looks like you are way over your alcohol limit…”

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During class, Chi Yi was sure that she had been paying attention but somehow or rather, the image of her uncle’s attractive face popped into her head without warning and could not be obliterated no matter how hard she tried.

In the end, she could not remember anything from the last lecture.

“Chi Yi!”

The history teacher called out her name. “Who’s the author for ‘Qimin Yaoshu’?”

The name, “Chi Zuxu!” immediately shot through her lips.

“Who is that?!”

The name was too fast for the teacher to catch.

But her bestie sitting next to her, heard every word of it, and almost broke out in guffaws.

As for the protagonist, she only came to realize what she had said after a while. Blushing red from embarrassment, she hastily corrected, “Sorry, teacher, I gave the wrong name earlier. The author of ‘Qimin Yaoshu’ is Jia Sixie.”

The expression on the teacher’s face relaxed somewhat upon hearing that. “Good, you can sit down!”

Letting out a sigh of relief, she was glad to escape the predicament.