Jiang Jinsang finished speaking, and Jiang Chengsi was left choking.
"Jiang Xiaowu, watch your words. Don’t you know that scaring people can be frightening?" He picked up a can of Coke next to him, ready to open it. "Even if their family wants a live-in son-in-law, they wouldn’t choose . I’m such a drifter; how could I match their standards?"
"With their family status, if they were to look, it should be for soone like my brother, soone who’s academically excellent, mature, stable, and has a career."
"Even if I wanted to be a live-in son-in-law, what would they see in ?"
Jiang Jinsang laughed, "They don’t lack anything, and surely don’t expect their son-in-law to bring any benefits. Maybe they just want a handso one to show off."
"You did say you’re handso!"
Jiang Chengsi was so startled that his hand shook, and the opened Coke splattered all over him, making his face turn green with anger.
"Xiaosi..."
"Are you so worn out taking care of the kid that you want sowhere to vent, just teasing on purpose?" Jiang Chengsi retorted angrily, "If you keep nagging, just get out and go back to your place."
"This is just a place you’re renting; do you really take it as your ho?"
"Get out!"
After a day like this, Jiang Chengsi felt like the sky was falling if he wanted to sleep, and even eating could get him imagined as a live-in son-in-law, making him feel utterly suffocated.
Jiang Jinsang laughed, kept his head down to eat, and stopped teasing him, changing the topic instead, "I guess Zeyan has arrived at the Ruan Family by now."
"What’s that got to do with ." Jiang Chengsi replied sulkily, acting quite childishly, not at all like an elder brother.
**
Qi Zeyan indeed had arrived at Ruan ngxi’s apartnt.
He had even specially gone to a nearby mall to buy so gifts. This visit to the Ruan family was different, and he needed to be more ticulous with etiquette.
Just as he got out of the car, he noticed reporters nearby. Those people didn’t dare to photograph him, pretending to be passersby.
He stayed quiet, swiped his card to enter the elevator, and went straight upstairs.
Taking two deep breaths, he finally gathered the courage to knock on the door.
When the door opened, it was Ruan Daqiang standing there. The heating inside was quite sufficient, and he stood in the doorway in slightly thin loungewear, massively built and blocking most of his view.
"Hello, Uncle." He greeted obediently and humbly.
"Hmm." Ruan Daqiang grunted, his gaze not exactly friendly.
"I’m sure you’ve seen what’s happened online, but this is my fault after all, causing you trouble, so I... bought a few things..."
"How did you co up here?" Ruan Daqiang suddenly questioned.
"Huh?" Qi Zeyan was montarily stunned.
"How did you get on the elevator?"
"Oh, I have a card."
Ruan Daqiang extended his hand, and Qi Zeyan instinctively took out the card; his keys were stored with it.
"And these keys?"
"Just..." Qi Zeyan coughed dryly.
Ruan Daqiang stretched out his hand, confiscating both the card and keys.
"Uncle, it’s quite cold out here, so why don’t we..." talk inside?
Before Qi Zeyan could finish, Ruan Daqiang interrupted, "It indeed is cold outside, you should head ho early where it’s warm."
With that, "Bang—" the door was shut.
"Dad?" At this mont, Ruan ngxi walked out from inside. She had just taken a shower and heard the door shutting, "Who was it?"
"Just those annoying reporters again, no idea how they got up. I chased them off." Ruan Daqiang swiftly stashed the card and keys into his pocket. "Let’s stay elsewhere for a couple of days; it’s too insecure here."
"Alright." Ruan ngxi nodded in agreent, not thinking much of it.
"Turn off your phone and get to bed early," Ruan Daqiang instructed.
Ever since they got back, two or three waves of reporters had indeed visited, even pretending to be from the club, trying to schedule interviews. Ruan ngxi had been so troubled that she had already turned off her phone.
Once back in her room, she planned to turn on her computer and log into her ssaging software.
Qi Zeyan had sent her many ssages.
[I turned off my phone and didn’t see your ssages; just logged onto the computer, are you ho?]
The club had so issues, and the accumulated snow hadn’t been cleared tily; she did bear responsibility for it. While waiting for Qi Zeyan’s reply, Ruan ngxi prepared to open a docunt to write an explanation to Jiang Chengsi.
It showed a list of recently opened files, and a recipe file popped up.
It had been ages since she last opened that folder, so this was...
Given that she worked at the club where there was a desktop computer, she seldom used her laptop. She started searching the software player, which could trace recent playback history.
She definitely hadn’t watched it, nor would her parents or cousins ddle with her computer. Vaguely, she recalled having lent her computer to Qi Zeyan once before.
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