The Magnificent Son-in-law

Jiang Yixin drove the car, listening to Xiao Feng and Du Qingyue's conversation, occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror, always feeling like she was dreaming.

These two are really something, talking about marriage as if it's as simple as eating or drinking, so casual?

Xiao Feng pondered for a moment and then said, "Alright, since we're playing, let's go big. Call now, inform everyone who's anyone in Jiangcheng, and say the wedding will be held in half a year, at least let them know this news."

"I don't need you to tell me what to do." Du Qingyue replied coldly, "Once we get to the civil affairs bureau, the news will naturally spread by itself, then the whole Jiangcheng will be in an uproar."

Xiao Feng, seeming to know Du Qingyue's intentions, laughed and said, "Then arrange for a few more media outlets. But let's make it clear beforehand, if the wedding is really held six months later, I don't have money for the bride price, as for the gift money… let's split it half and half."

Du Qingyue didn't show much reaction, since she's not someone lacking money, even if Xiao Feng took it all, it wouldn't matter to her.

However, Jiang Yixin was dissatisfied and said, "Not a penny spent to marry a beautiful wife, and yet you want half of the gift money, is your face as thick as a city wall?"

Xiao Feng pouted, "What concern is it of yours about us two, I'm not marrying you."

"You?" Jiang Yixin was so angry she laughed, "For you to want to marry, I'd have to want to be your bride first."

"For you wanting to marry, I wouldn't even want you," Xiao Feng retorted.

Seeing the conflict between the two was about to escalate, Du Qingyue simply put on her earphones and ignored them, lowering her head to begin playing with her phone, not at all like someone about to get married.

Half an hour later, the car drove into the Jiangcheng City District, Xiao Feng looked through the car window at the surrounding scenes, finding everything familiar as if he had been there before.

Logically, Xiao Feng left Jiangcheng five years ago, within these five years Jiangcheng changed completely, plus he just came back a few days ago, he shouldn't have had the time to wander the new Jiangcheng, it was unreasonable for him to have this feeling.

But this sense of familiarity was strong, making it impossible to ignore.

Five minutes later, the car arrived at a villa district, Xiao Feng looked at the big words 'Brocade Manor', and he had an indescribable feeling of distress.

Just a few days ago, he had escaped from this place, and now two days later he was back again, is there some magical destiny for him with this place?

"You live here?" Xiao Feng looked at Du Qingyue beside him.

"Is there a problem?" Du Qingyue asked back indifferently.

Brocade Manor is one of the few high-end communities in Jiangcheng, with top-notch internal environment and security.

Correspondingly, the housing prices here are not generally expensive, two years ago it was already ten thousand per square meter, and after two years of skyrocketing, it is now close to a hundred thousand per square meter.

Compared to the average salary of Jiangcheng people, ordinary people working hard all their life would barely afford a larger bathroom here.

Looking at the increasingly familiar environment, Xiao Feng's expression became more and more peculiar, could Du Qingyue be neighbors with Song Keren?

But just as he thought of it, it happened, Jiang Yixin parked the car at the gate of the courtyard number nine beside courtyard number eight, then took out her keys to unlock the door, causing Xiao Feng to sigh, "What a small world, no matter where you go, you can always meet acquaintances."

Walking into courtyard number nine, Xiao Feng took a quick look and had a rough judgment, compared to Song Keren's number eight courtyard, number nine seemed much quieter, without any flowers or plants, but it was decently clean.

The layout inside the villas was generally fixed, the difference only being the residents' tastes in decoration styles.

From Xiao Feng's perspective, Du Qingyue's side clearly showed that the owner was female, whether it was the wall colors or the TV wall and other decorations, all revealed a girlish style.

This made Xiao Feng think, no wonder people say that in every cold goddess, lives a delicate beauty, this saying is undoubtedly true.

"We live on the second floor, you can choose any room on the first floor, and there are ready-to-use living supplies in the guest room." Du Qingyue pulled Jiang Yixin upstairs while saying, "Also, please don't come up if there's nothing, if you have something to say, just call out downstairs."

After speaking, they disappeared from Xiao Feng's view.

Xiao Feng sat on the sofa in the living room, feeling inexplicably frustrated.

Earlier he used the reason "if you're going to play the act, play it to the fullest" to persuade Du Qingyue to live together, didn't expect Du Qingyue to agree so readily.

Xiao Feng thought he might have a chance to win her over, making the act real, but it now seemed this was completely not the case.

"No, I need to find a chance to get that girl Jiang Yixin out of here." Xiao Feng decided secretly, but he was quite surprised that the huge villa didn't even have a servant.

Thinking about it, seemingly Song Keren also lives alone, it can only be said that the thoughts of rich people are hard to understand.

Clearly having money to live in such a good house, yet unwilling to spend to hire a maid.

Xiao Feng is someone who can't sit still, and since it was still some time before nightfall, he thought he would go out for a walk, to familiarize himself with the surrounding environment.

This was a habit formed on the Middle East battlefield, whenever he settled down in a place, Xiao Feng would always walk around within a few kilometers to make sure he was aware of his surroundings before relaxing.

Of course, domestically it's not as troublesome, but it's still quite necessary to get familiar with the whole Brocade Manor.

Walking out of courtyard number nine, the sunset had already painted half the sky red, looking like an intensely colored oil painting.

However, just as Xiao Feng took two steps, a sweet voice came from behind, "Stop!"

Xiao Feng turned around, seeing Song Keren get out of a white SUV from outside courtyard number eight.

She had already changed out of her police uniform, wearing a white hoodie on top, jeans below, paired with a pair of canvas shoes, looking simple, elegant, yet full of vitality.

"Were you specifically coming to thank me?" Song Keren asked with some expectation, like a little girl wanting to be praised for her good deeds.

Xiao Feng, however, looked puzzled and said, "Why should I thank you?"

Song Keren's expectations were dashed, and she was a little angry, "If it weren't for me, you'd still be in jail."

"Then may I ask Miss Song, in my matter, what help did you provide?" Xiao Feng seemingly didn't appreciate at all, "The evidence was provided by Zhang Wan, the person who reported was my second uncle, besides, if I weren't innocent, how could I have been released?"

"You!" Song Keren clenched her fists, "Not saying thank you is one thing, but speaking with such attitude, I think you just need a beating, take this!"

With that, she charged towards Xiao Feng.