Married at First Sight Chapter 4461

“Thirty-five is a bit too old,” Haitong said. “Among all your brothers, the youngest to marry was your eldest brother. He was only 30 when he married me.”

Zhan Wei picked up his cup of coffee, intending to take a sip. The little niece in his arms looked up at him, clearly wanting a taste of his coffee.

“Beibei, this is for adults. You can’t drink it. You and your brother can have juice or warm water instead.”

Beibei looked at her mother, then at her brother, before continuing to eat her snack obediently.

If something isn’t suitable for Beibei, the adults never give it to her, even if she cries. But if it’s edible, all she has to do is glance at it, and someone will give it to her.

The little girl was very clever.

She snuggled in her Seventh Uncle’s arms, eating her snack gracefully.

Still, the snacks weren’t as delicious as the ones made by Sixth Uncle.

Uncle Six hadn’t been back in a while, and she missed his cooking dearly—his snacks and meals were always especially tasty.

Whenever Uncle Six came home, he would prepare a variety of dishes just for her.

“Seventh Uncle,” the little girl suddenly called out to Zhan Wei.

“Yes, Beibei? What is it?”

Zhan Wei looked down at the child in his arms, his eyes full of tenderness as he asked gently.

“Miss you.”

Zhan Wei’s heart instantly melted. He lowered his head and kissed her cheek with a smile. “Seventh Uncle misses you and your brothers too. In fact, I’m always thinking about you.”

Zhan Muchen said, “If Uncle Seven misses us, why doesn’t he come home?”

“Uncle Seven is just very busy,” Zhan Wei replied, reaching out to gently pat his nephew’s head. “Once this busy period is over, I’ll come home.”

“Husband—”
“Husband—”

Suddenly, a sharp scream pierced the air.

Zhan Wei was unmarried and not anyone’s husband. So when someone suddenly called him that, he didn’t react.

“Husband! How dare you keep a mistress behind my back—and you even have two children! The kids are already this grown. Tell me, how could you do this to me?”

The woman shouting “husband” stormed over, yelling and cursing loudly.

Her voice was so loud that everyone in the café turned to look.

Zhan Wei thought the voice sounded familiar and turned toward the commotion.

Then he saw Lan Ruoruo approaching, her face full of anger.

He frowned. Why was she here?

And who was she calling husband?

Wasn’t she unmarried?

She was almost thirty and didn’t even have a boyfriend.

She was too strong-willed, too much of a workaholic—no man wanted to marry a woman like that. Now she was 29, still single, and had no suitors.

So what if she was beautiful?

Men cared more about a woman’s inner qualities when choosing a wife. Young, beautiful, and shapely women were usually seen more as lovers.

Of course, if a man could marry someone both beautiful and capable, it was like a reward from a past life. For example, Zhan Wei’s brothers had all married women who were not only attractive and from good families but also highly competent.

The next second, Lan Ruoruo rushed over like a madwoman, stopped right in front of Zhan Wei, and—before he could say a word—slapped him across the face.

A crisp, loud snap echoed in the café.