My beautiful CEO wife
Chapter 305

Chapter 305: 305

Everyone quickly entered the living room of the villa and found their seats, the hosts and guests appropriately separated.

Chu Xiaoran was also there, and when she saw Song Xiaoji, an inexplicable feeling of disgust arose within her, which she didn’t bother to hide.

Song Xiaoji, on the other hand, was very enthusiastic and plopped down next to Chu Xiaoran, bubbling with excitement, "Wow, Xiao Ran is here too? You didn’t even greet your cousin. When cousin marries Ruobing, I’ll have to invite you to be a bridesmaid."

"Hello, cousin!"

Chu Xiaoran greeted him awkwardly, scooting over to the side, trying to avoid Song Xiaoji.

Nevertheless, Song Xiaoji was oblivious, moving closer to Chu Xiaoran again and asked effeminately with a pinched gesture, "Xiao Ran, where are you studying now?"

Zhonghai University, a top-tier institution in the country!" Chu Xiaoran replied with a fake smile and aloofness, scooching to the side again to avoid him.

Song Xiaoji shamelessly leaned in closer, lamenting, "Oh my, what a pity. Everyone knows that education in Huaxia is lousy, it’s all about cramming. If you keep this up, Xiao Ran, you’ll turn into a dummy."

Nani?

This was a new theory for Chu Xiaoran, who sat there silently flabbergasted.

However, whether good or bad, it was her country’s affair and didn’t require outsiders to chime in with unsolicited opinions.

"Cousin, I think Huaxia’s education is quite good and I’m very satisfied with it!"

"Xiao Ran, that’s not the right way to think. In the United States, they have an expansive and free-range style of teaching, cultivating potential based on interests and hobbies. You just bury yourself in books every day without practicing, so even learning becomes useless.

Plus, let me tell you, just look at the students from the same acting department, why are there so many Western actors who have won Oscars while there are so few from Huaxia? This clearly illustrates the problem, the apparent gap exists."

Fuck! Chu Xiaoran cursed silently.

This West-worshiping and foreign-flattering guy, is Huaxia really that bad? Being a Huaxia person and speaking like this was truly an embarrassment to his own parents.

"Cousin, stop it. I still prefer Huaxia and I’m not going abroad."

"Xiao Ran, how can you think like this? You should know, iPhones are from the United States, and they’re much better than domestic phones..." Song Xiaoji was utterly oblivious to Chu Xiaoran’s grinding teeth, continuing his endless chatter.

What the hell, is the iPhone your father or what? Why are you so attached?

I’m perfectly happy using Huawei, Xiaomi, and Vivo, and I haven’t had any issues.

In his case, everything turns bad, seriously damn annoying!

Xiao Zheng could no longer bear it and plopped himself down between the two, draping an arm around Chu Xiaoran’s shoulder, saying cheerfully, "Xiao Ran, let me ask you a question."

"What question?" Chu Xiaoran perked up, seeing Xiao Zheng coming to her rescue.

"Which are the four great ancient civilizations of the world?"

"Huaxia, Egypt, Babylon, and India."

"Is the United States one of them?"

"Nope..." Chu Xiaoran’s eyes sparkled brighter, realizing Xiao Zheng, this sneaky guy, had such an unexpected way of mocking others.

This was damn divine assistance, you can’t help but admire it!

I’ve decided, from now on, I should be nicer to the Guard Commander because he is a good person.

Song Xiaoji was bewildered, cursing under his breath. Was he being insulted without any dirty words, claiming he was uncivilized?

Suddenly, he noticed Xiao Zheng’s eyes brimming with tears, unsure of what had caused it.

"Little punk, why are your eyes filled with tears?"

"Because, I, love, this, land, so, deeply!"

Xiao Zheng looked at him with a teaching expression, emphasizing each word, as if schooling his own grandson.

"Pff..."

Leng Ruobing couldn’t help herself and burst out laughing, spraying coffee all over Song Xiaoji.

She gave a forced smile, trying to cover up the awkwardness.

Wow, I never realized Xiao Zheng had it in him. He even remembers the patriotic poems from middle school textbooks. Truly, he is a well-rounded good son of the motherland, developed in morals, intelligence, physical fitness, and aesthetics.

Hmm, I should treat her better in the future. Just for his sentiment alone, it’s worth a thumbs up.

However, Song Xiaoji suddenly stood up, looking at his suit with distress, cooing, "Ruobing, you’re really too careless. This suit of mine is a Nia limited edition, it cost over a hundred thousand for a set and it can’t be washed with water. Look at this coffee stain, dear me!"

He twisted his waist and went to the restroom, probably to clean it up.

Xiao Zheng watched his retreating figure and spat disdainfully.

What the hell, over a hundred thousand for a set? And it’s a limited edition? Can’t be washed with water?

Fuck fuck your mom, a grandstanding nutjob!

"Ruobing, your little-dick cousin really is quite the specimen."

"What little-dick—ptooey, ptooey, ptooey...."

Leng Ruobing was both embarrassed and angry, her cheeks immediately turning a flawless, translucent red with an endless charm that could mesmerize countless young men.

Chu Xiaoran, however, was leaning on Xiao Zheng’s arm, laughing so hard she was doubling over, shaking like a leaf, and you could even see her throat getting worked up.

"Hahaha, this big cousin of mine has been like this bear since childhood, never changing, serves him right!"

"Xiao Ran, you’re revealing too much, I think I just saw some pink memories."

Xiao Zheng’s mouth curved in a mischievous smile as he playfully looked at Chu Xiaoran.

"You bastard! Did you do that on purpose, yes or no?"

"How could I? You’re the one who opened your heart to embrace me."

"Xiao Zheng zi, you’re asking for it!"

"Xiao Zheng zi? Yours isn’t much bigger, though."

"You...." Chu Xiaoran was incensed, pointing at Xiao Zheng’s nose, teeth clenched, her face flushed with anger.

"Cough, cough, cough...." Leng Ruobing cleared her throat, hinting at them, and finally, the two quieted down.

Then they saw Song Xiaoji returning, a look of disgust on his face: "Ruobing, why isn’t there a water purifier? The sodium hypochlorite in domestic tap water is seriously over standard."

"Gah...."

The three people petrified in place, sodium hypochlorite over standard? Screw your face over standard.

We all grew up drinking tap water, and it’s never caused any issues. You’re the fucking special one?

That pretentiousness, that demeanor!

Leng Ruobing, after all, was the host. She stood up, kindly saying, "Cousin, it’s alright, just take it off and I’ll take it to the dry cleaners for you."

"That won’t do, my suit comes with lifetime after-sales service. Never mind, I’ll just air mail it back for a professional cleaning."

Song Xiaoji took off his suit, folding it with exaggerated care as if no one was watching—his butt sticking out prominently, wriggling about.

"Pfft...." The onlookers almost choked on their own blood, foam forming at their mouths, the corners of their lips twitching uncontrollably.

...

After the time it took to smoke a cigarette, Song Xiaoji finally finished folding his clothes and put them aside.

He, dressed in a pale pink shirt, returned to the sofa, resembling a dyed husky.

Finally, he noticed the three people staring at him with wide-eyed shock and asked in astonishment, "What’s the matter with you all? Is Huaxia’s coffee really that unpalatable?"

"Uh!" The three of them still looked at him as if he were a mystic, dumbstruck.

Song Xiaoji suddenly covered his cheeks with his hands, giggling shyly, "Don’t stare at me like that, it makes me feel embarrassed."

Xiao Zheng really wanted to slap him dead. This idiot was a blight upon the Earth’s majestic scenery.

Back in the day, his father should have splattered him against the wall and left him to air dry!

Suddenly, Song Xiaoji slapped his forehead and chuckled, "Oh my, I almost forgot. On my last trip to Indonesia for inspiration, I brought back a can of civet coffee, Ruobing, want to give it a try?"