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"Uncle Fang, Aunt Pan, brother, sister-in-law, please be careful on the road."

The Maserati Quattroporte is launched.

Under the watchful eyes of the Hong family, the car drove towards the exit of the underground parking lot.

Jiang Huazi's smile faded as she looked at her son, who was still waving. "Have you had too much to drink?"

"without!"

Hong Xiaoyu shook his head, immediately denying it, and said proudly, "I can still drink half a glass."

What did you just shout?

"Sister-in-law."

Ok.

I'm not exaggerating.

He answered fluently and was very clear-headed.

"Your cousin left a long time ago, why are you still shouting here? Aren't you afraid that your scheming sister Fang Qing will hold a grudge against you?"

"Will not."

Hong Xiaoyu was full of confidence and fearless.

“If you’re going to act, you have to go all the way. Xiaoyu did nothing wrong.”

Hong Ou stepped forward to support her son.

Jiang Huazi was both amused and exasperated. "It's good that you know it's all an act. After tonight, forget everything that happened today, and no one is allowed to mention it again."

"What about my cousin? Should we tell him the truth after today?"

Hong Xiaoyu asked.

"Tell him my ass. All he cares about is his house. He doesn't even know Xiao Chen. I really want to strangle him."

Jiang Huazi's anger was hard to quell.

"He hasn't seen Jiang Chen for so many years, and Jiang Chen has changed so much, it's normal that he doesn't recognize him. He actually did a good thing tonight."

Hong Ou said softly, "His accidental discovery can be considered as making up for a little bit of the regret between the two children."

Hong Xiaoyu nodded in deep agreement, "Dad, you're right. I almost thought my brother and Fang Qing were a couple just now."

“Make amends for what? After tonight, everything will go back to normal.” Jiang Huazi sighed. “But that guy actually benefited from the misfortune. If it weren’t for his commotion, the Fang family would never have helped him.”

"Brother is so humble and doesn't hold grudges. Otherwise, Sister Fang Qing would never have agreed. I hope Uncle can realize his mistake this time and not be so selfish in the future."

When emotions run deep.

Normally, Hong Xiaoyu would never speak of her elders in this way.

"Forget it. Hoping he'll repent is like hoping the sun will rise in the west. Anyway, I've already done my best to make up for what I owe him. If this guy causes any more trouble in the future, I'll never bother with him again."

The family chatted for a while, then turned and headed towards the elevator.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Jiang, your Uncle Fang had too much to drink today. Don't take what he said to heart."

The Maserati drove along the road in the dark. Pan Hui sat in the back seat, while Fang Weiguo leaned against the door next to her, having fallen asleep comfortably and emitting intermittent snores.

"How could that be? Aunt Pan, I think what Uncle Fang said today is very true. After Fang Qing and I have children..."

"shut up!"

Fang Qing stopped the person in the passenger seat from talking nonsense, "If you're not sober either, get out and get some fresh air, then walk back by yourself."

"What are you saying! How can we let Xiao Jiang walk back? It's too dangerous."

There weren't many people in the car, but a food chain had formed inside.

Each level is equal to the previous one.

Jiang Chen laughed, "What I mean is, since we have a child, we can arrange a marriage between our children."

This is right.

Speak clearly and clearly.

"Who's going to arrange a marriage between your children? You're dreaming."

With no one around, or rather, with no outsiders present, Fang Qing immediately reverted to her true nature, completely abandoning the quiet elegance and composure she displayed at the dinner table.

"It doesn't matter what you say."

Jiang Chen leaned back in his chair and said leisurely, "This is Uncle Fang's will."

Pan Hui hesitated, unsure of what to say. She couldn't help but pinch her husband's thigh, but he was sleeping like a log and didn't react at all.

"What did my dad just say?"

I thought she would retaliate sharply, but to my surprise, her tone softened.

She truly is a filial daughter.

"Uncle Fang just said..."

Jiang Chen recalled, "You gave birth to a son, and I gave birth to a daughter, right, Aunt Pan?"

In the rearview mirror, Pan Hui smiled awkwardly, and her hand, which was still on her husband's thigh, secretly twitched again.

"Snoring..."

The sounds of snoring rose and fell.

She's sleeping soundly.

"Okay, it's a deal then."

Fang Qing's attitude made a complete 180-degree turn.

Even under the influence of alcohol, Jiang Chen still keenly sensed that something was wrong.

"You agree?"

"Of course I agree. Why wouldn't I agree?"

As Fang Qing drove, she said, "As long as you don't go back on your word, it's fine."

"Sunny..."

Pan Hui couldn't help but speak up.

It's fine if it's just a joke.

How could you take that seriously?!
How embarrassing would that be?
Under someone's skeptical gaze, Fang Qing looked straight ahead, a slight smile playing on her lips, "I don't plan to get married, let alone have children. So, it seems your daughter will have to live out her days alone."

The most poisonous hatred in the world is that which is destined to meet but not to be together.

Fang Weiguo, who's fast asleep, should listen to this.

This is the most vicious hatred.

Jiang Chen was taken aback, then laughed. Before he could speak, a reprimand came from the back row.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Pan Hui's face changed drastically upon hearing her daughter's words. As a traditional parent, no one should be able to remain calm after hearing such words.

"Fang Qing was just joking with me."

Jiang Chen quickly turned around to comfort him, then smiled helplessly, "But I have to tell Uncle Fang that our childhood betrothal is probably off."

"There's a limit to jokes! Not getting married and not having children—is that a joke? That's practically cursing yourself!"

Pan Hui became furious.

Jiang Chen looked at Fang Qing and said, "Quickly apologize to Aunt Pan."

Fang Qing acted as if she hadn't heard, and drove on in silence.

Jiang Chen had no choice but to turn back and say, "Aunt Pan, I apologize to you on Fang Qing's behalf. There is absolutely no way she would choose not to marry or have children."

Not getting married or having children?

Please.

You might as well shut up.

Jiang Chen's concise summary made Pan Hui's face turn even darker, her chest feel tight, and waves of dizziness washed over her.

"Xiao Jiang, can you speak for her? What's the point of saying all this? If she doesn't get married or have children in the future, can you take responsibility?"

"can!"

Jiang Chen didn't want the mother and daughter to quarrel over such a small matter, since it was just a joke. He said firmly, "If Fang Qing really doesn't get married or have children in the future, come find me."

"That's what you said."

“I assure you, I said so.”

"Row."

Pan Hui nodded seriously, "Then Aunt Pan will remember this."

As she spoke, Pan Hui reached into her pocket, fumbled for something, and then pulled out her phone.

"Aunt Pan, what is this...?"

“Repeat it, and I’ll record it as evidence.”

"..."

Jiang Chen was both amused and exasperated.

No wonder she raised such a daughter.

They are very legally conscious.

"puff."

Even Qinggege, who was pretending to be deaf and dumb, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Aunt Pan wants to record a message."

Jiang Chen said to her.

"What does this have to do with me?" Fang Qing asked succinctly.

That's the truth, and I'm absolutely right.

Compared to her, Zhang Zhongquan is nothing but a small fry; this is true selfishness!
"Xiao Jiang."

Pan Hui had already turned on the recording function on her phone. "We can start now."

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As the Maserati drove into the East Gate tunnel, Pan Huixin put away her phone with satisfaction.

Under duress, someone had no choice but to have audio evidence recorded.

After nightfall, there were few pedestrians left in the Third Construction Company compound. The light from the windows of the roadside bungalows, combined with the headlights of the cars, guided the Maserati.

When the car stopped, Fang Weiguo still showed no signs of waking up.

Having a higher seniority has its advantages.

If you've made a mess of things, you can just ignore it and sleep it off.

"I come."

Pan Hui definitely couldn't carry her husband, so Jiang Chen unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the door, and got out of the car, helping Fang Weiguo out of the back seat.

"See? Don't drink with him anymore."

"Uncle Fang is happy today."

The group went upstairs in the dark.

Fang Qing turned on her phone's flashlight.

Pan Hui walked ahead, took out her keys, and opened the door.

"Just leave it here for now, thank you for your hard work."

Jiang Chen placed Fang Weiguo on the sofa.

"Aunt Pan, I'll head back now."

"Hmm, you're not drunk, are you?"

"No."

Jiang Chen smiled dismissively, glanced at Fang Qing, and then walked out of the Fang family home.

Fang Qing closed the door.

"You're talking about your dad, aren't you ashamed of him?!"

Despite her complaints, Pan Hui still felt sorry for her husband. "You watch over him for a while, and I'll go make some hangover soup."

Fang Qing hummed in agreement and sat down beside her. Before Pan Hui could finish cooking the hangover soup, Fang Weiguo, who was lying on the sofa, suddenly opened his eyes.

"what time is it?"

He mumbled, trying to sit up.

Fang Qing helped him up, "Nine o'clock."

Fang Weiguo sat up and rubbed his forehead. "Sigh, it's been too long since I've drunk this much."

"If Dad isn't feeling well, he can go throw up."

"..."

Fang Weiguo forced a smile, "It's not that bad."

Then, looking around, I realized I was back home.

"Where's Xiao Jiang? Did he go back?"

"What else? Is Dad going to let him sleep at home?"

This girl.

That was a very aggressive tone.

Fang Weiguo exhaled, reeking of alcohol. "Sleep at home? Where will you sleep?"

"Where do you want to sleep? Didn't you say Xiao Jiang is Qingqing's boyfriend?"

Pan Hui walked out of the kitchen as the hangover soup was simmering.

"I did that to keep it from Zhang Zhongquan and to avoid putting Xiao Jiang in a difficult position."

Fang Weiguo said, "Look at you all. Even if I, Fang Weiguo, am confused, I wouldn't actually give away my own daughter, would I?"

"See? Your dad could be an actor now. I wonder if it's too late for him to find a new job?"

Fang Weiguo smiled wryly and shook his head. "Pour me a glass of water."

"If you drink like this again, I'll just dump you on the street."

Pan Hui went back into the kitchen and brought out a bowl of hangover soup. "Drink it."

Fang Weiguo took it and was deeply moved. "Qingqing, choosing the right partner is very important in life. Look how happy Dad is."

Stop talking nonsense and drink up!

Although his tone was still unpleasant, Pan Hui's expression revealed that he was quite pleased.

"It's still hot."

Fang Weiguo thought of something and said, "Send a bowl to Xiao Jiang too, he's had quite a bit to drink."

"He's not drunk."

"You silly child. He's only pretending to be sober; with so much alcohol in his system, he's bound to feel terrible."

"Yes, I almost forgot."

Pan Hui hurriedly went back to the kitchen, brought out another bowl, and handed it to her daughter, saying, "Take this to Xiao Jiang."

Under her parents' watchful eyes, Fang Qing could only carry the steaming hangover soup out the door.

Living close by is convenient, but it can also be troublesome.

Fang Weiguo lowered his head and drank his soup with satisfaction.

"After all these decades, this is the first time I've realized how good you are at acting. It's such a waste that you used to drive a truck."

Pan Hui sat down next to her.

"Didn't I already say that... that's..."

Fang Weiguo's explanation was interrupted by Pan Hui, "Your daughter is gone, why are you still pretending with me? What are you really thinking?"

"What do you think?"

"Xiao Jiang already has a girlfriend. You don't want your daughter to become a mistress, do you?"

Fang Weiguo frowned. "Why are you saying such rude things? What mistress? Dating isn't marriage. Who can guarantee that you won't break up in the future?"

Then, he changed the subject, looking at his wife, "What do you mean by having Xiao Jiang record you?"

Okay!

So it turns out that sleeping soundly in the car was all an act!

"I'm just leaving myself an escape route."

"A way out? What way out?"

What do you mean by a way out?

Pan Hui said, "Qingqing is clearly still hung up on Xiao Jiang. I'm really worried she'll develop a serious heart condition. Don't you know your own daughter's personality? What if she really decides not to marry or have children? We'll be helpless. It's better to be safe than sorry. If that happens, do you think I should go and 'settle accounts' with Jiang Chen?"

"Should!"

Fang Weiguo nodded in deep agreement.

Pan Hui was speechless, then gave a wry laugh.

"How about we think of a solution?"

she said.

"any solution?"

"Many people have indirectly asked me if Qingqing is single now, including relatives from both sides of the family. Isn't the best way to forget someone the same as meeting someone new...?"

"You mean, arrange blind dates for your daughter?" Fang Weiguo summarized.

Pan Hui nodded.

Fang Weiguo smiled helplessly, "Sure, you can give it a try, if you're not worried that your daughter won't want to stay in Shacheng anymore."

Pan Hui frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Do you think there are few outstanding men around your daughter? They must be many times better than our circle. She doesn't even look down on those successful men, so why would she be interested in the one you introduce to her? You're a woman too. If you met someone like Xiao Jiang, and you had a deep emotional connection with him, would other men still be able to attract you?"

"But she likes Jiang Chen, not because of his excellence."

Pan Hui refuted this.

"You're right."

Fang Weiguo nodded, holding the hangover soup, and sighed, "That's the problem. She likes Jiang Chen, not because of his current achievements. But think about it, even when Jiang had nothing, he was better than anyone else in her heart, and now he's so radiant, who can compare to him? There are many stars in the sky, and they shine brightly, but you can't face the sun."

Fang Weiguo looked at the doorway and said slowly, "It's just that in life, many people haven't met their own sun, so they have many choices. But those who have met their sun have their choices greatly reduced, and if they are unwilling to deceive themselves, they may even have no choice at all."

Pan Hui was a little dazed and couldn't help but ask, "Where did you see these things?"

"On the internet, you can always see it. Big data is really powerful these days; it's like our lives are being monitored. But I think it makes a lot of sense."

"And what is Qingqing to Jiang Chen?"

Pan Huiqing couldn't help but ask.

Fang Weiguo lowered his head and drank his soup.

"You saw his performance tonight. What do you think?"

(End of this chapter)