Official Son-in-Law and the Beautiful Lady Fragrance

Liu Zhizhong's eyes shimmered with a wicked smile, and he downed his drink in one gulp.

Zhang Hongyang gritted his teeth, holding his drink, barely holding back.

"Liu Zhizhong, you dare to impregnate my sister, I'll fucking slaughter you!"

Having said that, he steeled his heart and swallowed the shame, downing his drink in one go.

Liu Zhizhong shook his head, smiling, "County Head Zhang, please don't be so impulsive, okay? Killing a person is a matter of life for life; it's not worth it."

"I don't care whether it's worth it or not, you can give it a try!"

"Try and then die?"

"Humph..."

Overall, Zhang Hongyang had invited him for this meal. He originally came to show off, to flaunt his superiority, to strike at Liu Zhizhong.

From the moment he entered the villa and heard Liu Zhizhong with his sister, he had felt a sense of defeat.

By the time they were eating, Liu Zhizhong had dealt him another blow; it was really suffocating, he felt like today he had come only to invite humiliation upon himself.

After Liu Zhizhong returned a toast, he quickly left the scene, saying he hadn't been home in a long time and wanted to rest early tonight, planning to sleep earlier. In reality, he wanted to go back to be with Zhao Han.

Zhang Hongyang finally found some comfort, rising to send him off, "Go on, being the secretary for my little aunt really doesn't afford you any easy days, does it! When you're tired and busy and feel like complaining, just think about me a bit, easily being the county head, achieving grand results!"

Liu Zhizhong was already at the doorway of the dining hall when he looked back indifferently and threw a comment, "Luckily, I have your sister to call on, making me forget all fatigue."

"You... Get out!!!!"

Zhang Hongyang was seething, grinding his teeth in fury.

Liu Zhizhong chuckled, raising the bottle of 20-year-old Moutai he still had much left in his hand, then left with a flourish...

Zhang Hongyang sat back down again, drinking sullenly alone for a while, then found it pointless and gave up.

He left the villa, heading to his sister's private villa, waiting in the pavilion in the yard under the cool summer night breeze for Zhang Qixiang to return, having words for her.

After receiving a call from her brother, Zhang Qixiang didn't bother with work, as there were no important guests at the villa that night; there was no need for her to greet and entertain.

Returning to her own villa and seeing Zhang Hongyang's expression, Zhang Qixiang coldly inquired, "What happened now? Did Liu Zhizhong mock you again?"

Zhang Hongyang stood up in frustration and said, "Sister, you are my sister, my own sister, the face of the Zhang family! Your involvement with Liu Zhizhong, aren't you afraid it'll become a laughing stock if it gets out..."

"Shut up!" Zhang Qixiang sharply interrupted Zhang Hongyang, "My affairs are none of your business!"

Zhang Hongyang nodded, "Fine fine fine, I can't control you, nor do I have the right, right? I admit, Liu Zhizhong, that bastard, looks decent and is quite charming to women, I can't stop you. But you... sigh..."

Speaking thus far, he could hardly continue, he sighed in anger, then clenched his teeth and added, "But if you two are together, can't you take some precautions? If you get pregnant, me being the uncle... it would be so awkward, you know?"

Zhang Qixiang's face flushed, she scolded, "Why are you meddling in this kind of thing? If you're drunk, just roll back home and sleep! You're old enough too, not thinking of having your own kids, what else do you want? Isn't it your duty to continue the Zhang family lineage? Aren't you supposed to woo Zhao Han back instead of spouting nonsense here? Whether or not I carry Liu Zhizhong's child, is that something you can control?"

"Alright alright, no more words, you and Liu Zhizhong do as you please..."

Zhang Hongyang really couldn't bear these things, his secret pain making him hurriedly flee in disgrace.

Meanwhile, Liu Zhizhong took a taxi home and halfway there received a call from Lu Yuqing, whose voice filled with silent longing and thirst made him unable to resist; he promptly headed to Lu Yuqing's home.

When Lu Yuqing lay extremely satisfied in Liu Zhizhong's arms, Liu Zhizhong hadn't yet told her any specifics.

Lu Yuqing, eyes closed, lingering on the moment, yet somewhat worried, sighed, "Ah, Zhizhong, what am I supposed to do? Du Yuesheng, that black donkey, laid his cards on the table with me this afternoon..."

Liu Zhizhong, suddenly alert, "What? Laid cards on the table? What cards?"