Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart Chapter 1234 - Long Yang Almost Threw A Fit

Chapter 1234: Long Yang Almost Threw A Fit

Seeing that she was getting tired from holding her arm up, Long Yang had no choice but to eat the candied roasted chestnut.

Lu Liangwei was finally pleased.

When they pa.s.sed by a stall selling stinky tofu, she stopped in her tracks. All of a sudden, the bag of candied roasted chestnuts in her arms seemed to have lost its appeal, and she glanced at the stall longingly, but Long Yang hastily led her away before she could say anything. “It’s getting late. Let’s go back and rest.”

“But it’s still early.”

“Aren’t you anxious to go back to the imperial capital? We need to set out bright and early tomorrow.”

Hearing this, Lu Liangwei decided to give up her craving for stinky tofu. “Then let’s head back.”

Long Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and when they pa.s.sed by a stall selling sugar-coated haws, he stopped to buy a stick for her.

When the man held out the bright-red sugar-coated haws to Lu Liangwei, she blinked, then reached out and took it with a sweet smile. “Thank you.”

Long Yang stroked her head in amus.e.m.e.nt. “No need to thank me.”

Lu Liangwei looped her arm through his and munched on the sugar-coated haws contentedly.

Long Yang gazed at her fondly.

The vendor beamed at him. “How old is your daughter? What a lovely girl she is!”

Long Yang, “…”

He suddenly regretted buying sugar-coated haws for Weiwei.

She already had a youthful face, and with the sugar-coated haws in her hand, she appeared even more like a child.

Lu Liangwei heard the vendor’s comment too, and she quickly grabbed Long Yang’s hand and dashed off before he could throw a fit.

When they returned to the inn, Long Yang’s mood had been completely ruined.

Long Xuan and s.h.i.+ Yi came back at the same time as well. They seemed to have been drinking, for Long Yang and Lu Liangwei could smell the alcohol on them as they approached.

“h.e.l.lo, Uncle and Aunt,” Long Xuan greeted them. He would omit the word “Royal” whenever they were outside.

Long Yang shot him a look. “You like drinking that much?”

Startled, Long Xuan sneaked a peek at his royal uncle’s sullen face, and unable to figure out what he meant, he replied cautiously, “It’s fine, I guess.”

“Then that means you like it. You’re not allowed to sleep tonight until you’ve finished five jars of wine.” With that, Long Yang strode into the inn.

Long Xuan and s.h.i.+ Yi exchanged dumbfounded looks.

Lu Liangwei gave Long Xuan a sympathetic glance.

Before she could enter the inn, Long Xuan called for her to stop and asked in bewilderment, “What’s wrong with that old man?”

Lu Liangwei almost choked on the sugar-coated haws in her mouth.

It took her a while to calm herself, and she marveled at Long Xuan’s boldness.

“You’re really brave for calling your uncle that. If he’d heard you, you’d have more than five jars of wine to worry about.” With that, she entered the inn with the sugar-coated haws in her hand.

The truth dawned on Long Xuan, and he said to s.h.i.+ Yi, “I bet someone out there made that old man mad, and then he took it out on me. I can’t believe I became that old man’s punching bag just like that—what rotten luck!”

The corners of s.h.i.+ Yi’s mouth twitched when he heard Long Xuan repeat the forbidden term over and over, and he warned, “Bro, you’d better stop talking, or you’ll get a punishment worse than five jars of wine.” He patted Long Xuan’s shoulder sympathetically and walked into the inn.

Long Xuan, “…”

When Lu Liangwei entered their room upstairs, she saw Long Yang standing in the shadows near the window, staring outside. Clearly, he was still bothered about the vendor’s remark.

After thinking for a moment, she trod softly over to him and hugged him from behind. Her plan was to lighten up the mood by surprising him, but her hands had barely touched his waist when he grabbed them and pulled her in front of him.

Before she could react, he pinned her against the window and kissed her.