Return to 88: Starting from Marrying My Sister-in-law

The elevator doors slowly closed. Lu Yang stared at the changing floor numbers, a cold smile creeping onto his lips.

He took out his phone, flipped to his wife's phone number, hovered his fingertip over the screen for a few seconds, and then closed the flip phone.

Put it back in my pocket.

Questioning Mingyue now would only reveal your guilty conscience and that you are genuinely interested in that money-grubbing girl with legs longer than her life, which would be an admission of guilt.

He's not that stupid.

"Sperm donation? In vitro fertilization? Ha... Do these Qian family people really think I'm a charity?"

He muttered to himself, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

The elevator arrived at the banquet floor with a "ding," and the moment the doors opened, a cacophony of voices and the aroma of champagne wafted out.

Lu Yang straightened his collar and fixed his gaze on the center of the crowd—the dignified old man sitting in a wheelchair.

The head of the Qian family.

He is also the birthday person today.

"Old man, you started it. Since you want to play, let's see who can beat whom."

He had no interest in the Qian family's wealth, but if he could make that old man who was trying to scheme against him lose both his wife and his army, just thinking about that feeling would make him incredibly happy.

Suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd.

A well-dressed young man, dressed in a Western-style tailcoat and with powder on his face, walked up to the old man.

"Uncle."

Wishing you good health and longevity, boundless happiness, and a long life as enduring as the Southern Mountains!

As he spoke, he stepped aside and introduced a mixed-race doctor in a white coat behind him.

"This is a gift I specially chose for you. Mr. Schmidt is a senior private physician at St. Peter's Hospital in Hong Kong. Mr. Schmidt is a medical doctor who returned from studying in England. He will definitely be helpful in treating your illness, Dad. I insisted on begging Mr. Schmidt, and he made an exception and agreed to come with me across the sea to examine you. Dad, Mr. Schmidt even brought his stethoscope. Would you like it?"

What a touching display of filial piety!

"Okay, Feng'er, thank you for your thoughtfulness. I'm very happy with this gift."

"You go down first."

"After the birthday celebration, I'll have Mr. Schmidt give me a good look."

Old Man Qian patted his nephew's hand, his face full of satisfaction.

Regardless of what he's thinking.

At this moment, they felt each other's filial piety, and the affection between the uncle and nephew was genuine.

Who dares to say they're only superficially united?
The Qian clan members surrounding him all expressed their admiration for Qian Feng's performance.

"As expected, it has to be someone from our Qian family."

"I heard that the old man's condition has worsened, so Qian Feng didn't even sleep. He got a pass overnight and ran to the other side of the river to find the best doctor to treat the old man."

"This comparison, humph, it's true that comparisons are odious and worthless. This guy isn't just about money, he's not on our side."

The air at the scene was thick with the smell of gunpowder!

Let's just use Xiao Jun's name.

You don't dare target someone else's own daughter, so you target Mr. Qian's stepson, right?
It's obvious that inviting the doctor back to treat the old man is a pretense; they want to use this opportunity to sow discord, further suppress Xiao Jun, and incidentally see if they can drag his sister down with them.

The old man disliked his stepson and daughter because he didn't want money.

All we need to do is stall for time.

The successor to the Qian family business could not be officially confirmed before the old man passed away.

At that time, according to the previous agreement, if no male heir is born in the direct bloodline of the old man, then we can only choose from the collateral branches to take on the important task, inherit the old man's mantle, and lead the Qian family to continue to carry forward the Qian family business.

What a magnificent and righteous vision!
This is an open secret!
As the one being accused, Xiao Jun secretly followed Lu Yang upstairs, his eyes darting around furtively.

Should have known.

He just stayed down there and wouldn't come up.

The gift he prepared for the old man was far less impressive compared to Qian Feng's filial piety.

But can you blame him?

It's because he focused all his energy on his wife giving birth and his younger sister finding a man.

"Cough cough."

Xiao Jun coughed twice and squeezed out of the crowd.

He was holding a box in his hands.

"dad."

"This is a gift for you."

As he spoke, he held the cup in both hands, bowed, and presented it.

"Well, let's go down."

The old man accepted the gift and casually handed it to his daughter, who was pushing his wheelchair behind him.

Qian Youyou glanced at her own brother.

He thought to himself: Isn't this the bracelet that my brother used to coax my sister-in-law yesterday? The box is exactly the same, but my sister-in-law didn't want it. It's obvious that she won't forgive him. Today, my brother brought it to give to my father for his birthday. Sigh, he's really something.

Although jade bracelets are expensive and priceless, they are fine to give to yourself or your mother for a birthday. But to give one to your father for his big birthday is obviously a sign of insensitivity.

This guy is no longer needed.

Qian Youyou's mind raced, and she casually took the box and put it in her pocket.

"Wait a minute."

At this moment, Qian Feng said with ill intent, "Sis, how could you keep the gift that Big Brother gave to Dad?" "Open it now!"

"Let everyone take a look. I'm sure Big Brother has put a lot of effort into preparing this, right?"

A hint of hesitation appeared in Qian Youyou's eyes.

Her hands were in her pockets, gripping the small box containing the jade bracelet tightly.

How do I open it?

Once it's opened, what awaits my brother is that he'll be laughed at by everyone again.

The problem is that if it were just a bracelet, it wouldn't be so bad, but it's not just a bracelet, it's also a women's bracelet. My dad's hands are as big as palm fans, how could he possibly wear it?
Xiao Jun was also sweating profusely.

He glared angrily at Qian Feng, who was looking to see him make a fool of himself.

He doesn't really care about it.

No matter how powerful the Qian Group is, it has nothing to do with him, and he has no right to inherit it anyway.

However, given the circumstances today, it's clear that this kid isn't just here for me.

Their motives were not pure at all.

Under no circumstances should we let the other side succeed.

What should I do?
He was getting anxious and frustrated when he suddenly saw Lu Yang standing with his arms crossed, looking like he was watching the commotion from the crowd.

He thought to himself, "Well, kid, even you're waiting to see me make a fool of myself."

But this is not the time to worry about such things.

His eyes lit up, and he decided to ask Lu Yang for help. That kid was full of clever ideas and might be able to come up with some suggestions for him.

So he approached Lu Yang.

He bumped Lu Yang's shoulder with his own and said, "Brother, do me a favor and cover for me so this can be forgotten. I'll owe you one."

Lu Yang: "Hehe."

As if he didn't hear it.

Now you know to beg me?
What were you doing just now?
Xiao Jun gritted his teeth again. Seeing that he wouldn't act until he saw the benefit, he had no choice but to use his trump card again: "If you help me, then... then I won't stop you from dating my sister. But we have an agreement, you can't force me, and you can't start something and then abandon me. Otherwise, I'll fight you to the death."

Lu Yang nodded in satisfaction.

He winked at Xiao Jun and said, "Deal."

In the short time that the two of them were talking, many people had already stood up to support Qian Feng and asked Qian Youyou to take out the birthday gift that Xiao Jun had given to the old man and open it for everyone to see.

Qian Youyou was clearly in a difficult position.

He looked pleadingly at his father in the wheelchair.

I hope Dad can shut these people up!

Just then, Lu Yang burst into laughter and pushed through the crowd. "Everyone says that the Qian family is thriving and full of talented people, each one a dragon among men. How come even a simple birthday celebration or gift-giving involves such a competitive spirit? Is all the rumor just a lie?"

Some people don't recognize Lu Yang.

He immediately jumped out, pointed at his nose, and cursed, "Who are you? Which door wasn't closed properly, and you were exposed?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the ground again and said arrogantly, "Do you know where this is? How dare you humiliate all the members of the Qian clan at the birthday banquet of our Qian family patriarch? You have a lot of nerve."

He rolled up his sleeves, ready to charge forward and teach Lu Yang a lesson.

In his view, as long as he took the lead, many of his people would surely follow suit and charge at this kid.

Give that kid a good beating.

This would not only allow him to vent his anger but also greatly enhance his reputation, laying a solid foundation for who would inherit the family business when the old man passed away.

But his wishful thinking was quickly shattered by reality. Before he could finish speaking or even get up, an old man jumped out, grabbed his hair, and slapped him twice across the face.

"fart!"

"Who asked you to speak?"

"Do you even have the right to speak here? Get out of here..."

They dealt with the young man who attacked Lu Yang cleanly and efficiently.

Then he personally clasped his hands in a fist salute to Lu Yang and said, "President Lu, I'm sorry. The child is ignorant. Please be magnanimous and don't hold it against him. If you are still not satisfied after my elder brother's birthday celebration, I will go and teach him a lesson."

Lu Yang turned his gaze to Xiao Jun beside him with a puzzled look.

Xiao Jun whispered, "This is my third uncle, the old man's cousin. The one who wanted to jump out and beat you up just now was my third uncle's son, Qian Xiang. That kid has lost his mind. His behavior is more displeasing to the clan than mine, but he thinks he's great. He's a notorious spendthrift in our Qian family."

He gritted his teeth as he spoke of the term "spendthrift son," as if he harbored strong resentment towards it.

Lu Yang nodded slightly to indicate that he understood, then ignored the so-called third uncle.

He cupped his hands in greeting to the elderly Mr. Qian in his wheelchair and said, "This junior wishes you a happy birthday, sir!"

After saying that, he put away his cupped-hand salute with lightning speed.

Gone?

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment: Where are the gifts?

Gone.

Lu Yang glanced around and said, "I plan to personally hand the gift to the old man later. Why are you all in such a hurry? Do you also want to open the gift I gave to the old man?"

Who else would dare?
Having learned from the example of that kid, no one dared to offend Lu Yang, as they all knew that this kid must have a very powerful background.

Some people quickly said that they didn't want to see it, that it was just a misunderstanding, and that only the old man was worthy to see President Lu's gift, not them.

As he spoke, he shrank his neck back... (End of Chapter)