The couple had a misunderstanding last night. Before that, Ning Xiaolan had no intention of meeting Li Qianfan's parents.
What if Li Qianfan's parents didn't want their son to be a live-in son-in-law, or if they disliked Su Ziyu's age?
Ning Xiaolan had planned to wait until the eldest grandson was born, by which time the deed would be done, before formally arranging a meeting with Li Qianfan's parents.
Now, Ning Xiaolan had changed her mind.
Through last night's conflict, she had confirmed that the two youngsters were truly in love.
Meeting Li Qianfan's parents should be put on the agenda.
When Ning Xiaolan first proposed this, she worried that Li Qianfan might make excuses to refuse.
Su Ziyu, who was helping her father clear the dishes, also felt a slight nervousness.
However, Li Qianfan agreed without any hesitation, saying, "Alright. I'll ask my parents, and you can choose the time and place."
*Phew.*
Ning Xiaolan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and happily picked up her phone.
*Ding.*
Ten thousand yuan was transferred to Li Qianfan's phone.
Li Qianfan quickly said, "Mom, I have money."
"Take it, you must. A man abroad can never be short of money."
Ning Xiaolan stood up, picked up her small bag, and hurried out to work.
The door had barely closed.
Old Su impatiently rushed to Li Qianfan's side, saying, "My dear son-in-law. Do you know that if it weren't for my desperate protection last night, your wife would surely have been beaten black and blue by my wife with a belt."
What he said was the truth.
His intention to squeeze a thousand yuan out of his beloved son-in-law was even more undisguised.
After all, as the newly appointed vice-president of Pai Pai Fashion, didn't he need to treat his subordinates to a good meal?
Li Qianfan understood and promptly transferred eight hundred yuan.
Although it was two hundred yuan less than he had anticipated, Old Su was still beaming, exclaiming, "My dear son-in-law, I love you!"
Li Qianfan quickly covered his mouth.
He had eaten quite a lot this morning.
Old Su strode into the kitchen with a spring in his step.
He said to Su Ziyu, "My dear daughter, if it weren't for your old dad's desperate efforts last night..."
Before he could finish, Su Ziyu took out three bright red bills from her apron pocket and handed them over.
Last night, when Old Su desperately clung to Ning Xiaolan's legs, he had repeatedly shouted, "Three hundred."
Su Ziyu, though stunned at the time, had heard it clearly.
And this morning, she had prepared three hundred yuan in cash in advance.
"Got whipped by a belt, but earned an extra 1400 yuan. Tsk, tsk, it was worth it!"
Old Su, thoroughly satisfied, walked out with his still shaky legs and swaggered away.
Su Ziyu finished clearing the dishes and went into the spare room.
Li Qianfan turned on his fully charged phone and went to the balcony.
He sent a message to his "Goddess of War Mom": "Mom, are you there?"
"Goddess of War Mom" replied instantly: "Don't call me Mom! I don't have a cowardly son like you who is scared off by a woman!"
"Okay."
Li Qianfan, obediently following her instructions, typed: "Beautiful Wujiang, are you there?"
"You scoundrel!"
Beautiful Wujiang sent two words, followed by nineteen bloody knives (emoji).
Li Qianfan ignored them and continued, "Discuss with Old Li and see when you're free to come to Qingyun. Your mother-in-law wants to meet the in-laws."
"Beautiful Wujiang" replied: "No time."
"Alright then."
Li Qianfan typed: "I'll hire a pair of parents to meet your mother-in-law."
Li Family Village, Siu Kau.
Upon seeing this message from Li Qianfan, Li Wujiang was so enraged that she almost spat blood.
"Sister Wujiang, you're trembling all over. What's wrong?"
A deep male voice came from behind her.
Li Wujiang turned around.
Three people approached: two women and one man.
The man was around forty, with a gentle expression and a hint of his former dashing demeanor.
Li Xiao.
Li Wujiang's husband, Li Qianfan's biological father, the master of the Western Dragon Ruins, and a globally renowned playboy.
The two women accompanying him, though in their early forties, looked no less alluring than women in their thirties, both in face and figure.
One woman, with a charmingly naive demeanor, was named Ding Xiaolang. She was not only a mother of three but also the CEO of Dongtu Hongye Information.
The other woman exuded a sinister aura, with exceptionally good skin. Her surname was Jing, and her given name was Jing Ran.
Yesterday, Li Xiao had just returned to Siu Kau from Europe with Jing Ran.
His return was also due to the "bloody conflict" between Du Junlin and Li Qianfan.
Li Qianfan's marriage to Du Junlin was not just a matter between two individuals; it also involved the relationship between Li Family Village and the Shen family of Lingnan.
It had to be treated with utmost seriousness!
"That scoundrel."
Li Wujiang sighed, "He asked me to discuss with you and find a good day to go to Qingyun and meet Su Ziyu's parents."
Li Xiao frowned. "It seems Qianfan is determined to marry Su Ziyu?"
Li Wujiang corrected him, "Wrong."
Li Xiao was puzzled.
Li Wujiang said, "It's Su Ziyu who is determined to marry him."
Li Xiao chuckled. "Isn't it the same thing?"
"How can it be the same?"
Li Wujiang's face turned serious. "One is a live-in son-in-law, and the other is a daughter-in-law entering the family."
Before Li Xiao could respond, Li Wujiang snorted, "That scoundrel and you are of the same ilk. And you can still laugh about it."
"Well, I can't cry, can I?"
"Will crying solve the problem?"
Li Wujiang was somewhat agitated. "If this isn't handled properly, the Shen family might turn against my Li family. After all, Du Junlin is a key figure being groomed by the Shen family among the younger generation. Especially since it was the eight elders of Li Family Village who actively sought this alliance back then. Now you're saying you don't want her? If it were you, what would you do?"
Li Xiao smacked his lips.
Ding Xiaolang interjected, "Sister Wujiang, how deep is Qianfan's love for Su Ziyu?"
Jing Ran pouted. "They've only known each other for a few days. How can you talk about love? If you ask me, Qianfan is just young and foolish, and that older leftover woman has charmed him. We just need to find a way for Su Ziyu to leave Qianfan voluntarily."
Li Xiao asked, "Do you have any ideas?"
"Plenty."
Jing Ran smiled charmingly. "As long as we don't abuse our power, the 'honey trap' is the most economical and practical solution."
Li Wujiang's expression darkened. "Are you trying to cuckold my son?"
Jing Ran immediately fell silent.
Ding Xiaolang was inspired. "Or, how about we use a 'beauty trap'? Let Qianfan realize that he really doesn't need to give up the whole forest for just one flower. Or, we can be direct and tell Su Ziyu that Qianfan must marry Junlin because it concerns many aspects. Of course, if she truly loves Qianfan, then we can work on Junlin and allow Su Ziyu to stay by Qianfan's side."
"What nonsense are you suggesting?"
Li Wujiang said with righteous indignation, "My son is not like his father, who is full of schemes and has more women around him than he can count. My son is definitely a prime example of someone who, amidst all the vibrant colors of the world, only loves one type."
"Cough, I'm going to have breakfast," Li Xiao said, clearing his throat and turning to leave. "I was exhausted last night."
Jing Ran immediately followed, "Last night, I was very zen. It's all Xiao Lang's fault."
Ding Xiaolang turned around. "Don't talk nonsense! Last night, Sister Wujiang was the main force."
Watching the backs of the three –
"A magpie usurping a dove's nest, shameless," Li Wujiang muttered under her breath, then sighed with a headache.
She sent a message to that scoundrel: "I'll come to Qingyun myself in the near future to meet Su Ziyu first."
"Received!"
Li Qianfan immediately replied, "At that time, Ziyu and I will sweep the streets to welcome the arrival of Beautiful Wujiang."
Li Wujiang coming alone first to meet Su Ziyu was well within Li Qianfan's expectations.
In fact, Li Qianfan understood his parents' predicament.
But he genuinely didn't want to marry Du Junlin.
Moreover, his feelings for Su Ziyu had rapidly deepened after last night's conflict.
*Creak.*
The door to the spare room opened.
Su Ziyu's light voice drifted over, "Little husband, am I sexy dressed like this?"