You're my wife, don't doubt it!

The street outside my house was unusually quiet today. Several luxury cars, which are rarely seen here, were parked at the exit of the alley. Among the few passersby, there were many more middle-aged men.

However, Xiao Yao was preoccupied and hurried along, failing to notice these changes.

Hugging her just now was purely an impulsive act.

Looking back now, I feel a mix of excitement and guilt towards Shen Jie.

Although she probably won't know, Shen Jie has objectively gained another reason to break up.

As Xiao Yao walked, he repeatedly pounded his head in regret.

"Sing a song, love someone, live a lifetime." This is the quote on the album cover of "Campus Folk Songs".

When Su Jiang was in junior high school, Xiao Yao printed out this sentence and pasted it on the wall of his bedroom.

But why did things turn out this way...?

When he got to the bottom of his building, he finally noticed something strange in the air.

Where have all the elderly folks who usually stroll and chat downstairs gone? These unfamiliar passersby don't seem like tourists either.

Tourists won't come here.

Xiao Yao had a very bad feeling, as if many things that had been ignored before were rushing to his mind all at once.

How did Song Haijian know that Shen Jie was very rich?

Was I too conspicuous at the boat resort yesterday?

Do these guys with ribbonfish really keep secrets?

He hurried up the stairs outside his house. The door was ajar, and the setting sun illuminated the faint smoke drifting from the crack—the smell of a stranger.

Xiao Yao's heart sank – had a thief broken into his house?

I'm afraid he's not a thief.

He casually picked up the kitchen knife hanging on the wall of the photo room.

Gently push open the bedroom door.

Compared to when I left, the room was much emptier. Although it wasn't messy, many things seemed to be missing—were Shen Jie's things?

However, Xiao Yao did not pay much attention to those things.

Because the room was still filled with a strong smell of smoke.

Because he saw a middle-aged man sitting in the chair in the middle of the room.

The man was about 40 to 50 years old, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with his hair parted in a 3/7 ratio and slightly graying. He wore a beige jacket, simple yet sophisticated, and held a cigarette in his hand with the cigarette butt burning long. Next to his shiny leather shoes were piles of extinguished cigarette butts.

Upon seeing Xiao Yao enter, the man quickly scrutinized the boy before him, then tossed aside his cigarette butt and stubbed it out.

"Excuse me, the door wasn't locked, so I came in to wait. You must be Xiao Yao, right?"

……

"Xiao Xiao, my daughter Shen Jie has been bothering me a lot lately, so I'd like to thank you in advance."

Chapter 133 Meet the father-in-law

2023-03-13

In the middle of the room, a middle-aged man was sitting on a chair.

The room was still filled with a strong smell of smoke.

The man was about 40 to 50 years old, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with slightly graying hair parted in a 3/7 ratio, and a beige jacket that was simple yet sophisticated.

He held a cigarette in his hand, the cigarette butt burning long, and next to his gleaming leather shoes were piles of extinguished cigarette butts.

Even if I don't have an ashtray at home, you can't just throw it on the ground. What kind of manners do you have?

Wait, that's not the point right now.

Xiao Yao gripped the handle of the kitchen knife tightly.

Upon seeing Xiao Yao enter, the man quickly scrutinized the boy before him, then tossed aside his cigarette butt and stubbed it out.

"Excuse me, the door wasn't locked, so I came in to wait. You must be Xiao Yao, right?"

Xiao Yao was absolutely certain that he had locked the door when he left, and he even had a fit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, pulling it three times to the left and four times to the right, a total of seven times.

However, he did not voice his objection, but simply gripped the weapon tighter.

"Xiao Xiao, my daughter Shen Jie has been bothering me a lot lately, so I'd like to thank you in advance." The man spoke gently, "Then, would you mind telling me where she is now?"

This is Shen Jie's father!? My father-in-law!?

Xiao Yao jolted awake, almost blurting out "Dad," but of course he didn't.

How did he find this place?!

Does he know what happened last night?

Could it be that Shen Jie has already... Could it be one of those gossipy women from the literary society?

I was careless!

Large beads of sweat appeared on Xiao Yao's forehead.

He forced a stiff smile and politely, without making a sound, placed the kitchen knife on the bed behind him.

"Hello, Uncle." Xiao Yao finally spoke.

"I apologize for my intrusion today, Xiao Xiao." Father Shen gave a very slight bow.

"You're too kind," I said. "It's not that serious, not at all."

The middle-aged man stood up and gently placed a bulging envelope on the dining table. From the opening of the envelope, one could see that the contents were red.

Here it comes, here it comes, the cliché plot from TV dramas is about to unfold: I'll give you 500 million, you leave my daughter.

But it doesn't look like it has 500 million to me.

Actually, when Xiao Yao saw this kind of plot before, he always felt it was a huge loss when he put himself in the woman's father's shoes.

Oh, you've taken my cabbage, not only can I not kill you, but I have to reward you?

Wait, don't rush, stay calm, you must stay calm.

Now is not the time to daydream.

Calm down! If Shen Jie had already been kidnapped, her father wouldn't need to stay here waiting for him.

This money is for what I asked for!

Thinking that Shen Jie should not have been arrested yet, Xiao Yao breathed a huge sigh of relief.

What a joke! Is your beautiful eldest daughter only worth this little bit of money?

Of course, paying more money is not an option either.

He thought for a moment, then asked cautiously, "What is this?"

“Xiao, this is what you deserve, and I believe you are worth much more than this—as long as you are willing to do me, your father, a small favor.”

"I really don't understand what you mean." Xiao Yao certainly understood what he meant.

"Johns!" Shen Jie's father seemed to glance at the tightly closed wardrobe door before calling out a name towards the door.

Immediately afterwards, a foreigner with a high nose and blond hair walked in.

Holy crap, where did this guy come from?

It seems this is the "Uncle Johns" that Shen Jie often mentions. I've heard so much about him.

Uncle Johns looked to be at least 1.9 meters tall, was very refined, wore gold-rimmed glasses, and bowed slightly as he entered.

Johns unfolded a folding stool and placed it behind Xiao Yao, then very politely invited Xiao Yao to sit down.

Shen Jie's father then introduced, "This is Johns, my housekeeper—he watched Xiao Jie grow up, he's one of us. Xiao Xiao, please sit down, make yourself at home, don't be shy."

After saying that, he sat back down in his chair.

What are you saying? What do you mean by treating this like home? Isn't this my home?

Xiao Yao really couldn't figure out what this future Taishan was up to, nor could he figure out what his identity was in Taishan's eyes. He could only take it one step at a time.

It shouldn't be a problem to sit down first.

As soon as Xiao Yao sat down, the butler, Johns, turned around and closed the door, then stood behind Xiao Yao with his hands behind his back.

This positioning is clearly for interrogation!

Xiao Yao's heart pounded. Wife, daughter, you mustn't go outside at this time!

Well, if it's just the daughter who crawled out, it doesn't seem like a big problem?

"Xiao Xiao, do you smoke?" Shen Jie's father switched to a casual, conversational tone and handed her an exquisite metal cigarette case.

"No, no, I'm a minor," Xiao Yao hurriedly waved his hand in refusal.

"Then you don't mind if I...?" Shen Jie's father took out a cigarette from the pack.

"Please go ahead." Xiao Yao said this, but he was annoyed in his heart—I'm worried that if it works, where do all the cigarette butts under your feet come from?