What Birthday Present Do You Want?

Yan Rusheng was momentarily confused before he comprehended which woman Xuxu was referring to. He shook his head. "Anyway, she isn't as pretty as my wife."

Xuxu ignored his remark and began to get all worked up. "How can she be so heartless? What attracted First Uncle to her? Was it her beauty?"

Yan Rusheng smiled. Instead of giving her an answer, he asked, "If she didn't catch First Uncle's eye, there wouldn't be anyone to address you as Third sister-in-law."

Xuxu's anger bubbled in the pit of her stomach. She glared at Yan Rusheng. "Men are all the same. They are all horrible jerks."

Young Master Yan refused to agree with her statement. "What was that song? Out of ten men, seven are fools, the eighth one is dumb and ninth is bad. Everyone loves the last one. I'm that last one."

Xuxu smiled at his joke. "You can never be serious. Indeed, you're well-loved by everyone. Actresses, models—let me count."

She counted her fingers.