My Waste Husband

Chapter 10

Holding Henry's arm, Sylvia walked into the restaurant. Her appearance and beautiful figure attracted a lot of people's attention. However, Henry's beach pants and white vest made people sneer. Why did he wear this to such a high-end restaurant? Didn't he think it was improper?

After experienced a lot of things these years, Henry didn't care how others looked at him. He pushed open the heavy door of the restaurant and saw a luxurious space in front of him. The gorgeous crystal chandelier on the ceiling cast a faint light, making the restaurant look elegant and quiet.

The gentle music filled the entire restaurant, like an invisible smoke spreading, slowly occupying people's hearts, making people calm and happy. The beautiful flowers exuded bursts of fragrance, soothing people's tension. There were polite waiters and quiet guests, whispering and laughing from time to time. The environment was quiet and beautiful.

Looking at the decoration in the restaurant, Henry couldn't help nodding his head. Although it didn't show all the original French style, there had been some artistic conception. He could see that the owner of this restaurant put a lot of effort.

They attracted a lot of attention when they entered the door. Obviously, beautiful women were pleasing to the eye wherever they were. It seemed that the eyes of the people around them directly ignored Henry and put all of them on Sylvia. Sylvia had long been accustomed to this situation. She was not nervous at all and seemed to be very generous.

Henry glanced around and soon found the target. On the most conspicuous table in the restaurant, there were three men and a woman sitting there. Different from the rest of the people in the restaurant, the eyes of the three men and a woman were focused on him.

One of them, a man and a woman, about fifty years old. The man's square face was full of vicissitudes of life, which was a trace left by his age. Obviously, this man's experience in the first

half of his life was not very smooth. Looking at the woman, she looked like a noblewoman with a pearl necklace hanging on her neck. She looked younger than her actual age.

Henry saw a young man in his twenties sitting next to the middle-aged man and woman. The young man wore a blue-collar shirt and was looking at him with a sinister smile.

Henry knew that this young man was Sam Zheng. The middle-aged man and woman were Sam's parents, Neil Zheng and Fiona Wong.

Nelson Lin, Sylvia's father, knew Henry. Nelson was a middle-aged man who looked very kind.

"Dad." Sylvia came to the table holding Henry's arm.

At the same time, Henry also called greeted him.

"Come and sit down!" Nelson greeted. "Henry, let me introduce you to Uncle Zheng and Auntie Wong. And this is Sam Zheng. You are about the same age. You should be more close to each other in the future."

"Forget it, Uncle Lin. Don't get too close to me. It's said that people who get close tend to look alike. I don't want to become like him." As soon as Nelson's voice fell, Sam Zheng, who had a malicious look on his face, spoke.

Upon hearing his son's words, Sam's parents not only did not reprimand him but also encouraged him.

"Sylvia, I heard that you are getting married. Is this the person you are going to marry?" Sam's face was full of disdain. "It seems that you don't have good taste."

"Sylvia, you are still a kid. How can you get married?" Fiona Wong also said, "Look at you, how can you find such a bumpkin to get married to? He is not even as good as my Sam. Get divorced

quickly!"

Sam and Fiona were speaking directly, not caring about Henry's feelings. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"It seems that I don't need a few strangers to point fingers at me when I marry someone, right?" Sylvia said unhappily.

"Strangers? Sylvia, how can you think we are strangers? If you are talking about strangers, there is only one stranger here, right?" Sam pointed at Henry, and his intention was very strong.

Nelson, who was sitting aside, said with a smile, "Let's not get involved in the affairs of the younger generation. Let's order food first."

"Yes, let's order." Nei Zheng, Sam's father, also said.

Sam smiled confidently, snapped his fingers, and called the waiter.

In order to maintain the French style and atmosphere, the waiters of this French-style restaurant were also French. In this restaurant, the communication between customers and waiters was in English, and the menu was only in French and English.

Sam sat on the chair, took the menu handed over by the waiter, glanced at Henry, and then ordered in English and French.

Most people's knowledge of French was very low. After all, it was not as popular as English. It seemed to be very high-end in the eyes of people who didn't know French, but in Henry's eyes, it was obviously a joke!

It sounded like a foreigner who didn't know much Chinese language when he came to China. In order to express one thing, he would use his hands and feet from time to time. However, the foreigner felt that he had said it very clearly and looked confident.

Obviously, waiters encountered many customers in the restaurant who had similar ways of expressing themselves as Sam did. They just nodded and smiled. They could tell what kind of food he wanted from his poor French.

During the ordering, Sam glanced at Henry from time to time with an arrogant look, so did Fiona, Sam's mother. It seemed that she wanted to show how excellent her son was and how bad Henry was!

After Sam ordered, he handed the menu to Henry and said, "Well, you can order whatever you want. You don't have to pay for this meal."

Henry looked at the menu in Sam's hand and thought of what Sylvia had just said to him. He shook his head and said, "Let Sylvia order for me."

"What? You don't know French? If you are uneducated, then don't come to such a high-end place." Sam gave a disdainful smile and handed the menu to Sylvia.

Sylvia took the menu and kept looking at it with her delicate hands. She frowned slightly. Although this French restaurant had been opened for more than a year, it was her first time to come here. She couldn't understand a lot of French on it. Although there were English notes, some special ingredients must be read in French.

Such a menu made Sylvia worried for a while. She didn't know what to order.

Sam, who was sitting opposite Sylvia, said, "Sylvia, you are usually busy with work and have never been to this restaurant. Why don't I choose one for you?"

With this, Sam reached out to take the menu from Sylvia's hand.

If Sam really took the menu and ordered for Sylvia, it could be said that he was humiliating Henry. Should Henry let other men order for his wife?

But when Sam's hand just reached the menu, another person took the menu from Sylvia's hand. He saw that the ruffian actually picked up the menu. Why did he have to do that? This was a place for the top-class people. It was glory for him to come in. How could he dare to take the menu? How could he marry a member of the Lin family?