Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, saying to Liua Ruolan, "My dear, time is getting on; we should drink the wedding wine."
"Yes, my husband." Liua Ruolan nodded bashfully. She naturally understood the meaning.
But Wang Shouzhe hadn't even brought the wedding wine yet.
Outside, the noise started again, only to hear Wang Lici's loud voice shouting, "The moon is nice tonight; let's eat in the courtyard."
Then a group of brothers and sisters started eating hotpot and singing in the courtyard, creating quite the commotion.
Wang Shouzhe opened the door with a scowl and went out.
He realized these rascals were definitely in cahoots, deliberately trying to mess things up for him.
How could he go about his wedding night like this?
Even if he had a thick skin, Ruolan wouldn't be able to handle it.
"Hey? Fourth Uncle, aren't you full yet?" Wang Lici blinked with innocent starry eyes.
