You went on a blind date and presented an A-level wanted criminal as a meeting gift?

Lin Chen's living room had never been so crowded.

Four distinct yet equally exquisite perfume scents floated in the air.

They intertwined and collided with each other, forming an invisible, suffocating pressure field.

The crisp, woody scent emanating from Su Qingge was like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath.

She was completely overwhelmed by Ye Qingcheng's domineering and intense rose scent.

Su Ke'er's sweet, fruity scent tried to slip through the cracks, but it was blocked by Jiang Tingxue's intellectual aura, which was a mixture of faint medicinal and scholarly scents.

Shen Manyun has completely crashed.

She glanced at Su Qingge, the policewoman sitting on the sofa, who looked dashing but with a hint of wariness in her eyes.

Then look at the well-behaved and adorable music teacher, Su Ke'er, who is blinking her big eyes to please him.

There's also Jiang Tingxue, the female forensic doctor with a cool and aloof demeanor, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, yet exuding a scholarly air.

Finally, her gaze fell on Ye Qingcheng, the stunningly beautiful CEO who seemed to be there like a queen, with workers following behind her constantly carrying "gifts" into the house.

The 85-inch ultra-thin TV makes the already small TV wall look like a picture frame.

The top-of-the-line imported massage chair, exuding the expensive smell of genuine leather, makes the old sofa in the house look rather shabby.

And there were also mountains of Kobe beef, top-quality bird's nest...

Shen Manyun felt like her brain was a pot of boiling water, bubbling and gurgling, but she couldn't make sense of it at all.

What... what on earth is going on?!

Has my son stirred up a hornet's nest?

……

Lunchtime.

The atmosphere was extremely eerie.

The once spacious dining table was now crammed full of five stunning beauties (plus Shen Manyun) and two men.

Lin Chen sat in the eye of the storm, feeling extremely uneasy, as if four pairs of eyes were locked onto him from behind like searchlights.

He just wanted to quietly eat a couple of bites of rice, but reality wouldn't allow it.

The war was started by Su Qingge.

With a blank expression, she picked up a piece of braised pork that was glistening with oil and had a perfect balance of fat and lean meat, and precisely dropped it into Lin Chen's bowl.

The chopsticks made a soft sound against the porcelain bowl, like the sound of a starting pistol.

"Eat more meat to replenish your energy."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unquestionable, commanding tone, as if she were declaring sovereignty.

The voice just fell.

Ye Qingcheng elegantly picked up a golden, plump abalone with serving chopsticks. It was one of the top-quality ingredients she had brought, cooked by Shen Manyun herself.

The abalone crossed half the table and landed steadily next to the braised pork in Lin Chen's bowl.

"This is high in protein, which is good for wound healing."

Her voice was cool and aloof, yet it carried an absolute confidence that "my things are the best."

"Brother Lin Chen, eat shrimp!"

A white, glistening, and perfectly peeled shrimp was picked up by Su Ke'er with chopsticks and fed directly to Lin Chen's mouth. The intimate gesture made Su Qingge, who was standing next to her, twitch.

Lin Chen instinctively opened his mouth to catch it.

Mmm, it's very sweet.

"Eating only these things can easily cause internal heat."

Jiang Tingxue leisurely ladled out a bowl of soup. The soup was clear and bright, with a few unknown medicinal herbs floating in it, emitting a faint medicinal fragrance.

She gently placed the soup bowl beside Lin Chen.

"I added astragalus and angelica to this soup, which greatly replenishes qi and blood, making it the best choice for your body, which is weakened by both external injuries and internal depletion."

Professional, rigorous, and undeniable.

Lin Chen looked at the mountain of food piled up in his bowl: braised pork, abalone, shrimp he had just swallowed, and the medicinal soup beside him.

He cried.

Are those tears of emotion?

No, it's because I'm full.

He felt as if he wasn't eating, but rather undergoing a bloodless "imperial poison test."

At the other end of the table, Lin's father, Lin Zhiyuan, stared in disbelief.

He silently took a sip of the Erguotou in his glass, then quietly gave his son a thumbs up.

His eyes were filled with four big words:

Better than Dad!

Shen Manyun, on the other hand, was completely caught in a happy dilemma.

The smile on her face hasn't faded since the meal started.

But inside, I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

These four girls are all outstanding and beautiful, each one more so than the last.

The policewoman is so heroic; I feel safe marrying her.

The teacher is lovely and caring.

Forensic experts are knowledgeable and good for the next generation.

President... President can save our family three hundred years of hard work!

Which one should we choose as our daughter-in-law?

Children make choices, adults...

Shen Manyun dared not think any further.

Finally, the dinner party ended.

Lin Chen thought he could finally be free, but he discovered that the real battle had only just begun.

Without saying a word, Su Qingge rolled up her sleeves and rushed into the kitchen, shouting to Shen Manyun:

"Auntie, let me help you wash the dishes! You can rest!"

Those nimble movements were clearly meant to showcase her virtuous and capable homemaking skills.

Su Ke'er plopped down next to Shen Manyun, took her arm, and began to use her special talent.

"Aunt Shen, your cooking is amazing! It's even better than a chef at a five-star hotel! Please teach me sometime, I want to learn how to make it for Brother Lin Chen."

Her sweet words made Shen Manyun beam with joy, her heart almost melting.

Jiang Tingxue walked up to Lin Zhiyuan and Shen Manyun, still with that aloof expression.

"Uncle, Aunt, if it's convenient, let me take your pulse."

She demonstrated her professional skills, explaining health preservation knowledge to the elderly couple, analyzing their physical condition, and even prescribing a health preservation formula on the spot to regulate their bodies.

Professional and considerate, addressing the health pain points of the elderly.

Ye Qingcheng then used the simplest and most brutal move.

She took out a document and handed it to Shen Manyun.

"Aunt Shen, I've done some research, and your teahouse's model is excellent. I'm prepared to invest five million to help you turn it into a nationwide chain brand."

Then she took out a car key and placed it in front of Lin Zhiyuan.

"Uncle, I see you often like to drive. This Mercedes-Benz G500 has plenty of power and is very safe. It also looks impressive on you."

The bombardment of money plunged the entire living room into a brief, deathly silence.

Lin Chen felt like he was suffocating.

He quietly slipped onto the balcony, lit a cigarette, and looked down at the scene below with a weary expression.

This is hardly a meeting with the parents.

This is the filming location of the palace drama "The Legend of Zhen Huan"!

He trembled, feeling as if he were the emperor being fought over by the various concubines.

Just then.

In his mind, the long-lost system notification sound, with a hint of schadenfreude, echoed softly.

[Ding! Host detected to be in the center of an S-level battleground storm, extremely difficult to survive!]

[System survival recommendations have been generated...]

Option A: Feign unconsciousness immediately and make a tactical retreat.

[Option B: Bravely tell them – I want them all!]

Lin Chen's fingers, which were holding the cigarette, suddenly trembled.

He silently stubbed out his cigarette, returned to the living room, and, from an angle where no one could see him, pinched his thigh hard!

hiss--!

It hurts!

But...it was fucking awesome!

Damn, what a sweet stroke of luck in love!