Is it hard to chase the school beauty?It doesn't matter, she still has roommates

She sighed and raised her hands in surrender.

"Alright, alright, Dad, Mom, stop acting. Put the rope away."

"Then tell me, what exactly do you want?"

Ai's father stared wide-eyed.

Ai Yiqian bit her lip, deciding to go for it.

"I...I have a boyfriend! Really!"

"what?"

Mr. and Mrs. Ai were both taken aback.

"Boyfriend? Don't try to fool us with that!"

Ai's father was the first to disbelieve it.

"If you really had a boyfriend, would you have kept quiet until now? And made us worry so much?"

"that is!"

Ai's mother also looked at her suspiciously.

"Could this person have just made up to fool us? Where is he? What's his name? What does he do? How old is he? What's his family situation?"

Grandma, who hadn't said much until now, spoke up, her voice trembling.

"Qianqian, you said you have a boyfriend... Is it the young man who saved me at the hospital last time? The tall, handsome one?"

Ai Yiqian was surprised that her grandmother still remembered Qin Luo, and nodded quickly.

"Yes, yes, Grandma, it's him! His name is Qin Luo."

Grandma immediately beamed with joy.

"Oh my! It's that kind young man! I remember him, I remember him! He's a good doctor, and he's kind-hearted too. He saved my old woman's life without taking a single penny! I would be so happy if he were my granddaughter's husband!"

Ai's parents, however, remained skeptical.

They were also at the hospital at the time and did see Qin Luo.

That young man was indeed extraordinary; even the hospital director treated him with utmost respect, and his medical skills were nothing short of miraculous. But... could such a person be interested in their daughter? And even become their son-in-law? No matter how they thought about it, it seemed like a fantasy.

"Qianqian, don't lie to us. Is it really him?"

Ai's father spoke in a serious tone.

"Absolutely true!"

Ai Yiqian nodded vigorously.

"It's not enough for you to just say it."

Ai Mu Dao.

"Make him say something to us, or... video call him! Let us see!"

"This……"

Ai Yiqian hesitated, unsure if Qin Luo was available at the moment.

"See! You're scared now, aren't you? You were just lying to us!"

"Father Ai said immediately."

"Video it is!"

Provoked, Ai Yiqian disregarded everything else, took out her phone, found Qin Luo's WeChat, and sent a video call request. Her heart was pounding with anxiety; she didn't know if Qin Luo would answer, and if he did, how she would explain this absurd situation to him.

Meanwhile, Qin Luo had just seen Yang Mimi off and was taking the elevator downstairs to meet An Ruoxi at the Royal City No. 1 Club. As the elevator descended, his phone vibrated. He took it out and saw it was a video call invitation from Ai Yiqian.

He was slightly surprised, but still casually swiped to answer the call.

"Qin Luo!"

Ai Yiqian's somewhat anxious and embarrassed face immediately appeared on the screen, with the background seemingly an old house in the countryside.

"Yiqian? What's wrong? Where are you?"

Qin Luo asked.

"I...I'm in my hometown."

Ai Yiqian blushed slightly and turned to the side. Several curious and scrutinizing faces immediately squeezed into the camera lens—a kind grandmother and suspicious parents.

"Qin Luo, um... my parents and grandma want to... want to see you."

Ai Yiqian said, forcing herself to speak.

Qin Luo instantly understood the gist of it; it was probably because her family was pressuring her to get married, and Ai Yiqian was using him as a shield.

He was quite cooperative, giving the camera a polite smile.

"Hello, uncle, aunt, grandma. I'm Qin Luo."

"Oh! Good, good! Little Qin, do you still remember your grandma?"

Grandma squeezed to the front and asked with a smile.

"I remember, Grandma, how are you feeling?"

Qin Luo responded politely.

"Great! It's great! Thanks to you!"

Grandma was overjoyed.

Mr. and Mrs. Ai stared intently at Qin Luo on the screen. It was still the same young, handsome face they remembered, yet with a calm and composed demeanor. The background seemed to be an elevator, and he was wearing a well-tailored suit, clearly not in an ordinary place.

"Little Qin," Ai's father began tentatively, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension and anticipation.

"Qianqian said you two are dating?"

"Yes, uncle."

Qin Luo readily admitted it.

Mr. and Mrs. Ai exchanged a glance, both seeing shock and a hint of elation in each other's eyes! It was actually true!
“Um… Xiao Qin,” Ai’s mother couldn’t help but speak up, her tone becoming much more enthusiastic.

"Look, you saved Grandma Qianqian, and our family hasn't properly thanked you yet. How about... you come over for a visit sometime? Have a simple meal?"

Her words were half gratitude, and half a further probe and confirmation. If Qin Luo dared not come, or made excuses, it was very likely that he was not sincere or genuine.

Just as Qin Luo was about to answer, a familiar yet cold notification sound rang in his mind without warning.

[Ding! Critical request detected. A reward will be given for successfully traveling to Ai Yiqian's hometown and passing her family's test. 100% shares of Xiamen Run Group.]

Xiamen Run Group? Qin Luo's heart skipped a beat. Although he didn't know the specifics, the fact that the system listed it as a separate reward meant it was clearly no ordinary company. 100% ownership meant complete control.

These thoughts flashed through his mind only briefly. Facing Ai's mother's expectant yet anxious gaze, and Ai Yiqian's pleading eyes on the screen, Qin Luo did not hesitate at all. His smile remained unchanged, and his tone was crisp and decisive.

“Okay, Auntie. I should be the one visiting you.”

Okay, I'll go tomorrow, is that convenient?

Coming tomorrow?!
So decisive? So straightforward?
Mr. and Mrs. Ai were completely stunned, then an overwhelming wave of joy washed over them! Not only had the other party acknowledged the relationship, but they had also agreed without hesitation to come immediately! With such sincerity and attitude, what was there to doubt? "Convenient! Convenient! So convenient!"

Mr. Ai was so excited that his voice trembled and his wrinkles stretched into a wide smile.

"Little Qin, you have to come! You definitely have to come! Your uncle and aunt... no, no, our whole family is waiting for you! Okay, okay! That's wonderful!"

After hanging up the video call, he held his phone and chuckled to himself for a while, then suddenly slapped his thigh and shouted at his mother, who was still a little dazed, and his grandmother, who was chuckling.

"Hahaha! Our ancestral graves are emitting auspicious smoke! Our ancestral graves must be emitting auspicious smoke! Qianqian has found such an amazing son-in-law! Hahaha!"

In the courtyard, Ai Yiqian looked at her father, who was excitedly waving his arms and legs, and then thought about how Qin Luo had calmly and readily agreed. Her heart felt like it had been filled with honey, sweet and warm, with a hint of anticipation for tomorrow, and... a faint curiosity about the "Xiarun Group" that Qin Luo had mentioned.

Ai Yiqian took the phone from her father, who was so excited he was almost incoherent, and quickly walked to the old banyan tree in the corner of the yard before putting the phone back to her ear. On the screen, Qin Luo seemed to still be in the elevator, with a smooth metal wall as the background.

"Qin Luo..."

She lowered her voice, her cheeks still a little hot.

"You...really came? It's almost 300 kilometers from Mindu. Isn't that too much trouble for you? Actually, my parents just...just on a whim."

Qin Luo's voice, tinged with laughter, came from the other end of the phone; it had a deep, magnetic quality that emanated from the receiver.

"What's the trouble? If my parents-in-law summon me, I'd have to rush over even if it were 3,000 kilometers away, let alone 300."

"Pah! Who are your father-in-law and mother-in-law?! Don't call me that!"

Ai Yiqian's face turned even redder, and her heart started racing involuntarily, but she scolded him playfully.

"I...I haven't agreed to marry you yet!"

"Oh?"

Qin Luo feigned surprise, his tone laced with teasing.

"You didn't agree to marry me? Then why did you sleep in my bed that night and then accuse me of taking advantage of you this morning? You've ruined my reputation, you have to take full responsibility."

"You...you stop talking nonsense!"

Ai Yiqian was both embarrassed and anxious, and lightly kicked a pebble on the ground.

"That...that's different! We didn't...we didn't have any real relationship!"

"How can it not be substantial? Sharing a bed and being intimate, doesn't that count? Ai Yiqian, you've taken a huge advantage and don't want to admit it."

Qin Luo continued to tease her.

"I'm not talking to you anymore! All you do is talk nonsense!"

Ai Yiqian felt like she was about to burst into flames, so she quickly changed the subject.

"When...when will you arrive tomorrow? Drive carefully on the road, don't drive too fast."

The concern in his tone was unmistakable.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Qin Luo's voice softened.

"I should arrive before noon. Wait for me there."

"Ah."

Ai Yiqian responded softly, her heart feeling as if it were filled with warm sunshine, and her previous irritability and helplessness vanished.

"I'm waiting for you."

After whispering a few more words, Ai Yiqian hung up the phone, holding the still-hot phone, and couldn't help but smile.

When she turned around, she saw her parents and grandmother standing not far away, looking at her expectantly with their faces full of gossip and anticipation.

She quickly suppressed her smile, pretending to be calm as she walked back, but in her mind she was already planning how to introduce Qin Luo to her family when he came tomorrow, and how... she could prevent him from being intimidated by the overly enthusiastic relatives.

……

In the underground parking garage of Mindu Yipin, Qin Luo hung up the phone, the smile on his lips not yet completely fading. His first official visit to his girlfriend's house, though somewhat forced into it, felt... not so bad. Especially thinking of Ai Yiqian's shy yet sweet tone on the other end of the phone, his mood improved even more.

He walked towards his Bugatti, his mind already racing, considering what gifts to bring tomorrow. Cigarettes, alcohol, tea? Health supplements? Or something practical for the elderly? He couldn't go empty-handed on his first visit. Hmm, he'd go to the supermarket first thing tomorrow morning and pick out some suitable items…

His thoughts had just turned to this point when he paused slightly.

A man was sitting imposingly on the hood of his Bugatti Veyron, a car with sleek lines that resembled a black work of art.

The man was nearly 1.9 meters tall, and even sitting down, his imposing physique was palpable. He had a very short, crew cut, with stubble showing on his scalp. He had a square face, a resolute expression, as if carved by a knife and axe, and his eyes, in the dim light of the underground parking garage, were as sharp as a hawk's.

He wore a black, tight-fitting vest, his bare arms revealing bulging muscles that exuded explosive power. Just sitting there, he radiated a formidable aura that kept strangers at bay.

Qin Luo recognized him. Zhao Yong, Qiu Qinyun's personal bodyguard and one of the three top experts recognized within the Anbang Group. Rumor has it that he came from the special forces, but later, for unknown reasons, he fell into the underworld and was recruited by Qiu Qinyun. With his formidable skills and absolute loyalty, he became Qiu Qinyun's sharpest and most reliable weapon.

Within Anbang, he had always been critical of Daofeng's title of "number one expert," believing it was merely due to seniority and the longer time he had followed the old man. His competitive spirit towards Daofeng never ceased.

Zhao Yong had obviously been waiting here for a while. When he saw Qin Luo approaching, he jumped off the front of the car with light and agile movements, landing silently.

His sharp eyes scanned Qin Luo up and down like a scanner, his gaze not so much respectful, but more scrutinizing, and a hint of suppressed...anger.

"Mr. Qin."

Zhao Yong spoke, his voice low and hoarse, like two pieces of pig iron rubbing together.

"Master Zhao, is something the matter?"

Qin Luo stopped in his tracks, the smile that had lingered on his face from his phone call with Ai Yiqian had vanished, replaced by his usual calm and indifference.

"After returning from Xishan this morning, Madam Yun has been very weak and somewhat delirious."

Zhao Yong got straight to the point, his gaze fixed on Qin Luo.

“I asked her what happened, but she wouldn’t say, only that she was tired. But her condition was definitely more than just being tired.”

He took a step forward, and the murderous aura accumulated from years of fighting subtly spread out.

"She only saw you alone this morning. Mr. Qin, can you tell me what you talked about? What did you do to her?"

Qin Luo raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at the burly man in front of him who seemed to be about to fight at the slightest provocation, and suddenly found it somewhat amusing.

He asked indifferently.

"Is it necessary for me to report to you what I talked about and did with your Madam Yun?"

Zhao Yong's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he took another half step forward, bringing the distance between the two to less than two meters, creating an oppressive atmosphere.

"Whether it's necessary or not is not up to you. All I know is that Madam Yun has been kind to me. Whoever makes her uncomfortable, I will make them uncomfortable too. But you can't touch her."

Instead of retreating, Qin Luo also took a small step forward.

This seemingly casual step actually struck a subtle juncture, causing Zhao Yong's imposing aura to momentarily falter as if it had hit an invisible wall.

"Can't I touch her?"

Qin Luo's voice remained calm, even carrying a hint of amusement.

"What if...she tries to make a move on me first?"

Zhao Yong frowned, staring intently at Qin Luo, seemingly trying to glean clues from his expression. The air in the underground parking garage seemed to freeze, with only the low hum of the ventilation fans remaining.

The two faced each other in silence, one like a volcano about to erupt, the other like a bottomless abyss. The tense atmosphere was like a bowstring being pulled taut, as if it would snap at any moment and escalate into a direct armed conflict!
Just as the murderous glint in Zhao Yong's eyes intensified, his muscles tensed slightly, as if he couldn't contain himself and was about to strike first—(End of Chapter)