At this moment, seeing the bridal party heading upstairs, someone fearlessly spoke up: "Brother Lih, Qiaoqiao once saved you, how come you never thought of reciprocating with your body?" Groomsmen group: "..." This time it wasn’t physical damage but a magical attack. Yun Lih, with his back to the floor below, puffed on his cigarette, acting all profound: "Because..." He Chen snorted, "Because she’s not interested in you." The magical attack instantly reflected back. Yun Lih choked on his smoke and turned back to glance at He Chen, "Because we’re bonded for life and death." Someone else sighed, "Back when Qiaoqiao and Brother Bai were taking on the world together, I thought the two of them would end up together." This time, before He Chen could speak, Jin Rong spat disdainfully, "Would you all not see how damn old Bai Yan is." The four zodiac signs of monkey, chicken, dog, and pig lurking at the stairway had nothing to say. At the stairway below, Bai Yan coldly called out, "Jin Rong, come on, you better get your ass down here." At this moment, Shang Yu stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking at the few people blocking the way, leisurely dusting off his long coat, "Anything else?" Little White Monkey strained his neck, "Groom, there’s plenty, our Qiaoqiao is the queen of the border..." Shang Yu stepped onto the stairs, a playful smile on his lips, "Your Qiaoqiao is mine." That sentence shut everyone up. Little White Monkey scratched his head, finally leaning over the stairs, "Brother Bai, your plan’s busted, now what?" Bai Yan waved dismissively, "Make way, make way, stop embarrassing yourselves." The sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy third challenge was supposed to highlight the bitterness of love, Bai Yan wanted Shang Yu to get extremely jealous, but the whole scene got ruined by these brainless subordinates. Asking Yun Lih why he didn’t repay with his body, isn’t Shang Shaoyan his top boss, does he dare?! In a blink of an eye, the third-floor master bedroom. The corridor crowded with bridal party and self-proclaimed family members. In front of the closed bedroom door, Luoyu, dressed in a creamy white suit, held a tray in her hands, the meaning obvious. Wang Yue and Zhui Feng immediately tossed red envelopes on it, "Is it enough!" Luoyu reluctantly nodded, stepped aside, and knocked on the bedroom door. Soon, a clear voice asked from inside the room, "Want to see Qiaoqiao? Want to take her home? First, answer a few questions, you need to get them all right to enter. First question, what is the distance between Qiaoqiao’s pupils?" Outside, there was dead silence. He Chen leaned against the wall, tapping the doorframe with his toes, "What good is it for you if Li Qiao can’t get married?" Pupil distance? Is that a question a normal person can ask? "Such a simple question, how can a husband not know!" This was Tang Yiting speaking. Then, Shang Yu’s deep voice answered, "59mm." Inside the bedroom, a voice muttered faintly, "He actually got it right." He Chen squinted at Shang Yu, "Did you measure it?" "Eyeballed it." The man pressed his thin lips, speaking nonchalantly. Soon, the bridesmaids came with the second question, "Qiaoqiao’s shoe size?" Shang Yu answered, "37." Tang Yiting scratched her head with a small notebook, "This question is too easy." Yin Mo stepped forward from the back, her voice calm as she asked from outside, "What’s on Qiaoqiao’s left shoulder?" He Chen’s eyelid twitched, and he kicked the door again, "Speak up, can’t hear you." Yin Mo was about to repeat, but Shang Yu had already lowered his gaze and said, "Snake bite marks, two." Inside the bedroom, the bridesmaid group blocking the door all turned to look at Li Qiao. The person in question calmly sat cross-legged on the bed, with one hand supporting her chin, tilting her head. Soon thereafter, the fourth, fifth... more questions were posed, ones no one else could answer, yet Shang Yu answered them effortlessly. Within ten minutes, the question bank was nearly exhausted. But two questions remained, with no standard answer, even Li Qiao herself didn’t know. The bridesmaids glanced at each other, each revealing a sly smile. This time, Xia Siyu cleared her throat and asked loudly, "What’s your son’s name?" This question had no answer, as Qiaoqiao only wrote two words. They were confident Shang Yu would answer wrong, everyone was ready to enjoy the spectacle. The man outside remained silent for two seconds, then said two words, "Whatever." The bridesmaids collectively stared, wide-eyed. Yin Mo blinked and bluntly said, "Qiaoqiao, did you give away the answers?" Li Qiao yawned, nodding towards Xia Lao Wu, "The phone is still in Lao Wu’s pocket." Latest content published on NoveI[F]ire.net "Then how did Master Yan know the answer you wrote?" Yin Mo murmured in confusion. Li Qiao propped her hands on the bed behind her, stretched out her legs, and wiggled her toes, "Perhaps we just have a tacit understanding." It’s one thing to show off your love. But to have your son be so unfortunate? Seven months old and still no name, when asked, this couple casually chose "whatever." Could he be named Shang Whatever? Li Qiao was getting impatient, lazily lifting her chin, "Last question, hurry it up." The bridesmaids’ anticipation for a show was now shattered. The last question was posed by Nan Xin, "Master Yan, will you have a second child?" The answer was quite glaringly obvious. Yet the outcome was astoundingly surprising. Shang Yu’s deep and magnetic voice decisively said two words, "No way!" After a moment of stunned silence within the bedroom, a wave of shrieks erupted. "Wrong, wrong, finally got a wrong answer on the last question!" Shang Yu’s thick eyebrows furrowed, and a card was slipped through the gap at the bottom of the door, "Master Yan, wrong answer, you must face the penalty." In the corridor, everyone’s gaze fixed on the man. And on the card lying on the floor, it plainly showed Li Qiao’s verdict, one word: Yes. Shang Yu lowered his gaze at the card, a quick look enough to recognize Li Qiao’s handwriting. He bent to pick it up, his thumb brushing the card, after a silent moment, he tucked it into his pants pocket, deeply smiling, "I accept the penalty." "Oh ho~" The bridesmaids cheered, maybe too excited, Tang Yiting directly opened the door, opening a small gap, "Master Yan, please sing for Qiaoqiao... ah—" As the door opened, He Chen and company reacted quickly, swarming in. The scene instantly descended into chaos. The entire corridor erupted in noise, everyone pushing forward, the sheer strength of so many men naturally wasn’t something the bridesmaid team could fend off. The bedroom door was burst open, amidst the chaos people were screaming, "Red envelopes, no coming in without red envelopes!" In an instant, countless red envelopes scattered out, like a rain of red packets drifting over the master bedroom. With men and women all in a joyous mess, only Shang Yu remained calmly in place, eyes locked on Li Qiao, who sat cross-legged on the bed. Their gazes met, and so-called sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy, when it comes to the end, all that remains is sweet.