Chapter 42.3: Puppy Shang, You Brought This On Yourself (3)

He Jiang’s back instinctively started to hurt but there was no time left to lose. With lightning preciseness, he took a step forward and addressed the Bo family, “Hello Uncle and Auntie Bo, my name is He Jiang. I apologise for coming over uninvited. These are some gifts for you, I hope you’ll accept them.”

Before the couple could refuse, he pushed the bags of gifts into Auntie Bo’s hands. It was fortunate he had the sense to prepare extra gifts, allowing him to naturally pass the third bag to Uncle Jiang.

“Good day, uncle.”

Uncle Jiang looked at Shang Jing then at He Jiang. The thought of himself speaking up for this failure of a human a moment ago made his heart clog up.

Bo Rong introduced, “This is our ex-neighbour. He used to buy candies for you, you called him Uncle Jiang. Have you met each other before?”

Shang Jing attempted to diffuse the situation. “We met at the supermarket once and Uncle Jiang gifted me some eggs.”

Uncle Jiang was still staring at He Jiang with contempt but decided to not expose him for the time being.

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Didn’t old fart Bo say they are still in a boyfriend-boyfriend relationship? Why did Xiao Jing call him Hubby previously?

Then came the time for dinner. The group, after some small talks, decided to make their way to the dinner table. Auntie Bo was a soft-spoken lady and a good cook. Throughout the dinner, she showered care and concern towards Shang Jing, fearing the food would not be up to his likings, and treated He Jiang with warmth.

He Jiang, in the end, could care less about eating and occupied himself with peeling off the shells off prawns and crabs for Shang Jing.

Even though both Uncle Bo and Uncle Jiang thought he was a jerk, he still had to keep up appearances.

He could not make their impressions of him worse than it already was.

During the dinner, a few bottles of alcohol were popped and by the end of it, a few of them were feeling tipsy.

One of them was Uncle Jiang. In his stupor, he asked, “He Jiang, you…”

While having the dinner filled with anxiety, He Jiang had already gone through eighteen facial expressions he should have to express his ‘regret and willingness to change’ in his mind.

Uncle Jiang: “Have the both of you already registered your marriage?”

Bo Rong’s eyes shifted to Shang Jing. “What does that mean?”

Shang Jing, who had been treated kindly by the Bo family as one of their own, did not have the heart to lie. He confessed, “He Jiang and I officially registered our marriage sometime back. Due to our decision to keep the matter hush-hush, I didn’t mention it to you, I’m sorry.”

Auntie Bo: “What’s there to be sorry about. Marriage is a good thing! You’ll have someone by your side unlike your brother who is already 30 years old and still a singleton. What a way to keep his mother worried.”

Bo Ya: “Mother, didn’t I tell you I’m busy with work? Plus, didn’t I make time to attend all those blind dates you set up for me?”

Auntie Bo: “You call that sincere when you leave every date early?”

He Jiang proposed a toast to Uncle Bo. “I apologise for shortchanging Xiao Jing in this aspect.”

Bo Rong glanced at his troublesome son but did not say anything. There was something weighing heavily in his mind at the moment.

He looked at this old friend who was now silent. He asked, “How do you know they have registered their marriage?”

Uncle Jiang: “I heard Xiao Jing address him as Hubby and he ignored him.”

He Jiang: “We had some misunderstandings between us at that point in time.”

The corners of Shang Jing’s lip curled upwards as he secretly sent He Jiang a text then kicked the latter under the table to get him to look at his phone.

As a form of respect, He Jiang had not glanced at his phone even once during the meeting. But with Shang Jing’s urging, he had thought the lad wanted to align their arguments to overcome this trial together and slid his phone out of his pocket.

[Your master is still your master.]

Bo Rong was a traditional man. After some thought, he asked, “Since you’ve registered your marriage, any plans on holding a wedding ceremony?”

He does not give a fuck about the rules of the entertainment scene. To him, a wedding was much more important than registering one’s marriage. After all, registering one’s marriage was free and it was easy to hide the marriage by keeping the marriage certificate away.

Shang Jing was instantly reminded of an article he read some time back: XX celebrity couple hosted their wedding, inviting all their friends from the entertainment scene and received a truckload of congratulatory money.

This made Puppy Shang who was currently in need to spare cash eyes sparkle.

He Jiang must have many friends in the entertainment scene. Imagine all the cold hard cash I’ll be able to garner!