Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart - Chapter 829

Chapter 829 Could Not Help Feeling A Little Guilty

Lu Liangwei, “…”

The Dowager Duchess’s excitement froze on her face, and she looked at Weiwei pitifully. “I’ll just have two cups.”

The corners of Lu Liangwei’s mouth twitched. “Grandmother, you really shouldn’t have wine.”

The Dowager Duchess raised the cup in her hand, her gaze pleading. “Just a small cup, please?”

Unable to resist her, Lu Liangwei eventually relented. “All right, all right. Just one small

cup.”

“Of course,” the Dowager Duchess replied with a grin, and instead of turning to Long Yang, she downed all the wine in her cup.

After that, she smacked her lips, still somewhat unsatisfied, and stared at the wine pot beside her.

A frown creased Lu Liangwei’s forehead, and she quickly moved the wine pot away.

The Dowager Duchess sighed and put down her cup. “I haven’t had wine for so many years that I’ve almost forgotten how it tastes like.”

Lu Liangwei was frustrated. Her grandmother sounded so sad that she could not help feeling a little guilty.

However, she steeled her heart and ignored her.

Grandmother was already old, and drinking alcohol was bad for her health.

“Try this dish, Grandmother. It’s quite good.” Lu Liangwei put some food into the Dowager Duchess’s plate to distract her.

Although the Dowager Duchess longed for wine, she knew well that she should not drink too much at her age, so she could only give up her craving.

She took a bite of the food, then glanced at Ling Lihua enviously. “How great it is to be young. When I was young, I loved drinking too.”

Hearing this, Lu Liangwei glanced at her slightly drunk father beside her and could not help but wonder, “If you’re such a good drinker, Grandmother, why does Dad get drunk so easily?”

The Dowager Duchess replied, “He got his alcohol tolerance from your grandfather.”

So Grandfather had low alcohol tolerance, too?

Lu Liangwei nodded. It seemed that her father had indeed inherited it from her grandfather.

“Then who did Weiwei get her alcohol tolerance from?” Long Yang asked curiously. Avoiding his gaze, Lu Liangwei said solemnly, “My parents, obviously.” Long Yang glanced at her with a half-smile, but he did not expose her lie and asked casually instead, “Really?”

“Of course,” Lu Liangwei answered, her expression unchanging.

While the family enjoyed their dinner in merriment, Chu Yi and Zhu Yu were engaged in a heated dispute in the main hall next door.

Both of them had settled on the same woman at the same time, and now they were each holding onto one of the woman’s arms.

“Brother Chu Yi, I set my eyes on this lady first.” When Chu Yi refused to let go, Zhu Yu said with a frown.

Chu Yi was frustrated. “I was first.”

“But I grabbed her arm before you did.” Zhu Yu refused to back down.

Chu Yi barked an exasperated laugh and fixed her with a stern look. “You’re a girl. Why are you even fighting with me over a woman?”

“I’m not fighting with you. I just happen to like this lady,” Zhu Yu retorted. “There are so many other women for you to choose from. Why must you insist on this one?”

“I could ask you the same thing!”

Chu Yi glared at her. A thought suddenly came to him, and he looked at her suspiciously. “Wait, aren’t you also a woman? What can you even do with a woman?”

“Oh, plenty.” Zhu Yu pinched the beautiful woman’s arm. “Just look at how strong her arms are. She’s much better than the others who have nothing but a pretty face.”

Chu Yi’s face darkened, and he finally let go. “Then tell me, what are you going to do with her?”

Zhu Yu replied happily at once. “Make her bring the water for my footbath, of course!” She delighted in the thought that she would have someone to serve her from then on. “My mistress is such a saint.”