This must have been brought by Little Xiao, right? Thinking of Little Xiao, Old Meng couldn’t help but sigh. In the past, when Little Xiao came to the Meng Family, she would also take out her homemade tea leaves to make tea for them. But now, he hadn’t tasted the tea she brewed for a long time. When Meng Xinian returned, he saw Old Meng holding the cup Little Xiao had painted for him. He walked over, took out another cup, and made tea for him. He also made a cup of tea for himself using that cup. On the plane, he kept thinking that once he got back here, without a word, he’d use this cup to brew the tea given by Little Xiao, drink a cup, and surely, the pain would ease quite a bit. "Look at you, being so stingy. What, the cup given by Little Xiao, I can’t use it?" Old Meng felt a bit sour seeing him clutching that cup like that. Little Xiao no longer brewed tea for him, and his eldest grandson wouldn’t even let him use that cup. Is this all because they’re finding this old man annoying? Meng Xinian wasn’t moved by this trick at all. "Grandpa, I need this cup more than you do right now." Besides, doesn’t he have cups at home too? Oh, right, Little Xiao said that after six months to a year, the cup would lose its effect. Perhaps Grandpa’s cup was already no different from an ordinary cup. "You need it?" Old Meng didn’t believe it at all. He just wasn’t letting him use it, clearly. "Grandpa, did you come here for something?" Meng Xinian asked while sipping his tea. He hadn’t slept for forty-eight hours, had to stay alert all the time on the plane, trying to let Dai Gang and Ren Lei rest more, so he didn’t have much chance to close his eyes. No matter how strong his body was, such conditions would be exhausting. So, his next task was to get a good sleep. "It’s about your wedding." Hearing Old Meng mention his wedding, any drowsiness Meng Xinian felt immediately vanished. "Is there a problem?" "Of course there is. Your dad and I, even Old Tang, have made new clothes. Don’t you and Little Xiao need new clothes?" Meng Xinian paused for a moment. "Actually, Little Xiao and I already have new clothes." "That’s not acceptable. On that day, you need to dress like a groom, and Little Xiao needs to dress like a bride, right?" Meng Xinian couldn’t help but imagine Chiang Xiao in a wedding dress, and the thought made his heart warm up. That’s right; Chiang Xiaoxiao should definitely dress like a bride. "Is there still time to custom-make them now?" "Yours first. Do you know when Little Xiao will return?" That’s why Meng Xinian said he was in a bad mood. Since they met at the restaurant that day, he really hadn’t had a chance to meet with Little Xiao again. However, in the past few days on the streets of Country Y, newspapers and magazines with photos of Little Xiao were everywhere. An Eastern girl stepped onto the artistic stage of Country Y with her spiritual art, entering the world of the people of Y. Reports about Mr. Wen Li’s competition mostly featured pictures of Little Xiao. In the same Country Y, he could only see Little Xiao in newspapers and magazines. While feeling proud of her, he also felt a bit bitter for himself. Heaven knows how much he wanted to hold her and kiss her. But in the end, he couldn’t even send her his departure message, nor did he know when she would return. "Will she not be back in time for the New Year?" Old Meng asked. Get full chapters from 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝔫𝔢𝔱 Meng Xinian shook his head, "Probably not, barring any accident, she should be back the day after tomorrow."