Hong Kong film: The cop backs down, the ladies beg me to check his license.

Fang Ting still found it hard to believe, frowning as she said, "Aunt Ling has always been very kind to us, how could she misunderstand?"

Ye Tian smiled and continued to explain, "Your brother had a notebook filled with the words 'I, Fang Zhanbo, will get rich,' and a Walkman full of recordings of Ye Tian's dilapidated house. As a result, Aunt Ling saw Fang Zhanbo playing games with the delirious Ye Tian and mistakenly thought that Fang Zhanbo was beyond redemption. She became disheartened and moved out."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ting opened her mouth but couldn't speak for a long time, unsure of what to say. "Actually... this can't be blamed on Zhanbo."

Ye Tian nodded slightly, his words carrying a hint of understanding: "It's true that you can't blame him for the hardships he's endured over the years and the lack of formal education. However, this guy has an exceptional memory; he can remember every single day's price fluctuation of any stock he's researched perfectly. He's quite a genius. I plan to have him continue to learn from me for a while, and once he's achieved some success, I'll let him join Tao Tao's team for some experience. The title of father-in-law has to be inherited eventually."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ting's eyes lit up with surprise and she exclaimed, "Zhanbo can inherit his father's title?" Fang Jinxin was known as the "King of Stocks" by Ye Tian.

"He has the ability," Ye Tian nodded confidently, "It's just that he didn't receive a proper education when he was young, so his foundation is a bit weak..."

Fang Ting hurriedly asked, her eyes full of expectation, "Is it too late to make it up now?"

Ye Tian pointed to himself, a hint of confidence in his eyes, and smiled, saying, "The best time to plant a tree was ten years ago; the second best time is now. It's never too late for someone who truly wants to strive for success. It all depends on whether they want to or not. I'm the best example. When I was young, my family was poor, and I had no opportunity to study. Later, I followed Brother Kun, and he encouraged me to study, but I wasn't interested. At that time, I was only thinking about making money; I had no time to settle down and study. Later, when Brother Kun became the head of the gang and things gradually stabilized, I was allowed to manage the business myself, and I realized my weakness—a lack of knowledge. From that moment on, I made up my mind to study hard. Looking back, more than three years have passed in the blink of an eye." He then turned to Fang Ting and asked with a smile, "When you talk to me, can you sense that I'm someone who hasn't been to school?"

Fang Ting shook her head earnestly, her eyes full of admiration, and said sincerely, "I feel that you are a learned scholar who can always provide me with a lot of useful guidance in my life."

Sitting in the driver's seat, Wang Jianguo couldn't help but glance at the two people in the back seat through the rearview mirror, secretly giving Fang Ting a thumbs-up. Who wouldn't be tempted by that? Men are all susceptible to that! Ye Tian noticed his subtle gesture and gave him a glare. Wang Jianguo immediately composed himself and focused intently on driving.

The car quickly stopped in front of the house that Inspector Li had rented for Aunt Ling. Aunt Ling opened the door and, seeing the two people at the door, looked quite surprised. She paused for a moment before asking, "Tingting...how did you know I was here?"

Fang Ting smiled brightly, took Ye Tian's hand, and walked into the house, her tone light and cheerful: "Stepmother, I've come to tell you some good news."

Aunt Ling's eyes shone brightly, brimming with undisguised curiosity. Her gaze, like that of a nimble bird, gently lingered twice on their tightly clasped arms.

Fang Ting moved a little closer to Ye Tian, ​​her fingers pinching the cuff of his shirt, her eyes curving like two small crescent moons:

"Aunt Ling, this is Ye Tian. We're already married. I came here today to hear you say 'okay'."

Aunt Ling was taken aback at first, seemingly not quite understanding. Then, her entire demeanor shifted; her eyes sharpened, a newfound scrutiny in them.

"Tian, ​​what do you do for a living? How old are you? Who else is in your family?"

She had barely finished speaking when, as if suddenly remembering something, her brow furrowed slightly, and her tone became more urgent:

"Do you really understand Tingting? Do you know how she's managed to get through all these years on her own?"

Fang Ting leaned on Ye Tian's shoulder, a faint smile on her lips, looking completely unconcerned.

Ye Tian met Aunt Ling's gaze and smiled frankly, revealing his clean, white teeth:

"Aunt Ling, my name is Ye Tian, ​​and I live alone. However, I already have seven wives, and Tingting is the eighth."

"Squeak—"

The chair leg beneath Aunt Ling slammed against the floor with a sharp, piercing sound.

She stood up abruptly, staring intently at Fang Ting, her shoulders trembling slightly and uncontrollably, clearly furious.

Ye Tian's tone remained gentle, as if he were simply saying that the weather was nice today:

"I know Aunt Ling will be surprised to hear this, but my feelings for Tingting are genuine."

"The women I choose never engage in ambiguous or vague matters. I either don't start anything, or I marry them openly and honestly."

"My wives are all treated equally. There is no distinction between them, whether they are senior or junior, or whether they are principal wives or concubines."

"You might find it unbelievable, but these sisters get along exceptionally well and have a very deep bond."

"Outsiders may not understand this kind of life, but Aunt Ling, I think you can."

"I have great respect for the relationship between you and your father-in-law back then."

He picked out a few key little things that happened between Fang Jinxin and Aunt Ling back then, and began to tell them slowly and deliberately. He spoke of those details hidden in the folds of time with such clarity and vividness, as if he had witnessed them firsthand.

Aunt Ling's eyes widened suddenly, her mind blank. She abruptly turned to look at Fang Ting, her voice trembling:

"Did you tell him these things?"

Fang Ting blinked, her face full of confusion:

"How old was I back then? How could I possibly remember such detailed things about you adults?"

Aunt Ling's eyes instantly became wary, like a small animal suddenly raising all its sharp quills:

"You... you specifically investigated me?"

Ye Tian didn't flinch at all and nodded very seriously:

"Yes. I need to know what kind of person I'm going to spend my life with, and what her family is like."

"I will not allow any potential danger to come near the people I care about."

Aunt Ling seemed to have grasped something and immediately pressed for an answer:

"Then you must know about Tingting's past too? That bastard Ding Xiaoxie has been haunting her like a ghost."

"He's a notorious ruthless character in the underworld. Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?"

Ye Tian's lips curled slightly upwards, his tone carrying a barely perceptible hint of coldness:

"If we're talking about people who are feared, I'm about as good as Ding Xiaoxie."

"Ding Xiaoxie is no longer a threat. The reason I came here is to tell you that I have avenged my father-in-law."

Aunt Ling's breathing suddenly stopped, her eyes widened, and after a long while, she managed to squeeze out a sound from her throat:

"……revenge?"

Ye Tian's eyes became incredibly serious, and he spoke each word clearly:

"I threw all five of Ding's crabs, Ding Xie, and his four sons, Xiao, Yi, Li, and Wang, into the sea to feed the fish."

"That notorious Chung Ching Society has now completely disappeared without a trace."

"You and Tingting can live peacefully from now on, and no one will bother you anymore."

He pulled a folded newspaper from his pocket; it was from yesterday. The front page featured a bold, black-lettered headline announcing the annihilation of the Chung Ching Society.

Aunt Ling grabbed the newspaper, her fingers trembling violently, her eyes scanning the dense print with a sharp, almost hooked gaze.

As she watched, she could no longer hold back, covered her mouth, squatted down, and burst into tears.

"Aunt Ling!"

Fang Ting quickly ran over, squatted down and hugged Aunt Ling tightly, gently patting her back with one hand and whispering words of comfort.

Hearing Aunt Ling's suppressed, intermittent sobs, Fang Ting's nose tingled, and the grievances and sadness that had been building up in her heart for so many years surged up all at once, and she also burst into tears.