She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Young Master Cao glared at his sister first: Look at what kind of bastard this man you like, he is so stingy that he can’t even bear to wrap the sugar-roasted chestnuts.

Miss Cao was like an eggplant hit by frost, and she could only force a smile: "I thought we could take advantage of Miss Yan and eat the sugar-roasted chestnuts bought by Mr. Yan himself."

She said this half jokingly, and then her eyes fell lightly on Manshu.

Manshu understood what Miss Cao meant. She hoped that she could take the initiative to invite her to ease Miss Cao's embarrassment.

But there was only this bag of sugar-roasted chestnuts, and she loved eating them so much that she didn’t want to share them with anyone else.

Manshu thought, if he had bought oranges, I would have given them to you.

Do you know what the old father’s back looks like?

What's more, it's Yan Zhan who won't let me eat it, so you see, I'm useless, right?

Who knows what suddenly occurred to him? It was just a bag of sugar-roasted chestnuts, and there were plenty of them outside. Why did he protect it and eat it?

Yan Zhan: Am I protecting my food? I am protecting you!

Do you dare to eat chestnuts peeled by another man’s dirty hands?

Manshu had no idea what Yan Zhan was thinking, and could only smile awkwardly when Miss Cao looked at him.

She decided not to speak. Yan Zhan’s rejection just now had deepened Miss Cao’s hostility towards her.

Very good, another woman who is greedy for her third uncle's body.

All that noble and coolness is just an act. She just hasn't met the person she likes, otherwise she would have become a bootlicker.

Yan Zhan had a blank expression on his face: "If Miss Cao wants to eat, you can ask Young Master Cao to buy it. If that doesn't work, tell someone to run errands."

I just need to say it clearly: I bought it, so don’t even think about it.

Miss Cao could hardly hold on to the smile on her face: "It's okay, I don't really want to eat that much."

Miss Cao's face was almost tense after failing to strike up a conversation and showing goodwill.

But Yan Zhan was completely unaware of anything and chose a place to sit down, away from the Cao siblings, to peel chestnuts for Manshu.

Yan Zhan fed the food smoothly, and Manshu ate it readily.

Even though Miss Cao's occasional glares were like thorns in her back, Manshu always stood firmly by her uncle's side and supported him!

She suspected that Yan Zhan was using her as a shield because he disliked Miss Cao.

Miss Cao sat aside sulking, and Master Cao looked at the uncle and nephew with interest.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the relationship between uncle and niece.

He also saw that Yan Manshu was playing some game and was unable to take the chestnuts handed to her by Yan Zhan, so Yan Zhan fed them directly into her mouth.

The man in a suit and tie was feeding the girl in a serious manner. No matter how you looked at it, the scene looked like a domineering president and his little wife.

Looking at my own sister again, she is a vicious female supporting role.

"Sister, I think you have a good eye for choosing men." Young Master Cao whispered to his sister.

Miss Cao glared at him: "Do you want me to tell you?"

Doesn't she know that she has good taste?

No, others say she has high standards.

If you don't have high standards, you won't choose the most difficult one.

Her family is a scholarly family after all, and her grandfather is the president of the Antiques Association, so he has some status.

She simply looks down on ordinary rich kids.

But she fell in love with Yan Zhan at first sight.

I have kept this in my heart for several years. I like him silently. Seeing that there are no women around him, I like him even more for his self-discipline.

She thought that this birthday party was the beginning of her love with Yan Zhan.

After all, from Mr. Zhu's point of view, he and she are a good match.

A disciple of a leading figure in the gambling stone world and the granddaughter of the president of an antiques association.

Manshu: Is this how you understand being well matched? Then we are from the same school, so aren't we a match made in heaven?