Qiong Shanhai glanced at the excited youth. “The Zhu family only has you, Zhu San, as their heir, so can you become a member of your wife’s family? Just forget about it and stop making a scene.” 

Zhu San hurriedly replied, “Uncle Qiong, I’m not messing around! Xi'er is mine, forever mine! I want to become a member of your family. I want to live with my wife!” 

But Qiong Shanhai no longer bothered with him.

Quite a few looked at Qiong Xi’er, wanting to see her reaction. However, what the crowd saw left them all speechless; Qiong Xi’er was currently in the middle of teasing Nana, and she was sporting a smile that was remarkably reminiscent of a playboy’s. 

The crowd was rendered speechless. 

“Uncle Qiong, give me a chance! I want to marry Xi'er!” Zhu San shouted loudly. 

Qiong Shanhai frowned. “That’s impossible.” 

Zhu San became dejected, and he helplessly looked at Qiong Xi'er. He then suddenly shouted, “Xi'er, I can’t take care of you, so take care of our twelve children.” 

The crowd became excited at this new development: twelve children?

Qiong Xi'er looked over and furiously replied, “What nonsense are you spouting?”

Zhu San had an innocent look on his face. “It can’t be hidden. Anyway, you aren’t-”

He suddenly paused with a smile plastered across his face.

Qiong Shanhai flew into a rage. “Get out of here!”

Zhu San was then tossed out of the Qiong's Banquet.

Qiong Shanhai immediately tried to explain, but the crowd’s...