Su Ziyu had "abused" Li Qianfan, and it had only been half an hour.
Ning Xiaolan called, her voice full of accusation.
What's more, she kept referring to Li Qianfan, whom she had never met, as her good son-in-law.
Su Ziyu was bewildered.
Who had been so gossipy?
She quickly said, "Mom, don't listen to those people babbling nonsense."
"Others babbling nonsense?"
Ning Xiaolan sneered, "One person is babbling nonsense, two people are babbling nonsense! Then, are ten people babbling nonsense?"
Before calling Su Ziyu, she had already "visited" a total of ten people by phone.
Ten people, in unison, vividly described to Ning Xiaolan how cruel Su Ziyu was and how pitiful Li Qianfan was.
Su Ziyu was at a loss for words.
"Su Ziyu, I'm asking you."
Ning Xiaolan sneered again, "My good son-in-law, how old is he this year?"
Su Ziyu replied truthfully, "He is 21 this year."
Ning Xiaolan asked again, "And you. How old are you this year?"
Su Ziyu suddenly felt guilty and mumbled like a mosquito, "26."
"You still know that you are 26 this year!?"
Ning Xiaolan exploded, "You are a full five years older than him! Five years! What does five years mean? When you were going to kindergarten with a schoolbag, he was still being nursed by his mother. For him to marry you is for you to be an old cow eating young grass!"
Old cow eating young grass?
Listen to that.
Is this a mother speaking to her own daughter?
Su Ziyu was on the verge of tears—
"Especially since you have this bad habit of alcoholism."
"Old cow!"
"Alcoholism!!"
"If it were a sensible woman, wouldn't she treat him like a son and dote on him?"
"But you?"
"I really regret not listening to your father when you were young and insisting on sending you to learn some damn Taekwondo."
"Su Ziyu, I'm kneeling and begging you."
"Damn it, give your old mother some face."
"Su Ziyu, you remember this for me."
"From now on, if you dare to abuse my good son-in-law again."
"Hmph hmph—"
"I'll break your legs!"
"Finish your work and hurry home."
"If I see my good son-in-law with any injuries, you're dead!"
After Ning Xiaolan roared this, the call ended.
Su Ziyu, however, held the phone, frozen in shock for a long time.
Still in the same VIP ward.
Zeng Ting was leaning against the wall, her fair feet starting to skillfully massage Li Qianfan's back.
Li Qianfan, lying prone, closed his eyes, occasionally letting out comfortable hums.
"Son-in-law, please don't hold it against the dean for hitting you."
Zeng Ting hesitated for a moment and said softly, "Actually, the dean is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. She is very kind. Not only does she waive medical fees for some impoverished patients every month, but she also sponsors several students from poor families."
Oh, oh.
Li Qianfan, who was about to fall asleep, nodded.
Zeng Ting continued to chatter, "Of course, the dean has her flaws. For example, her alcoholism. Alas, her alcoholism was actually a bad habit she picked up due to excessive stress after taking over from Old Dean Su. But I promise, as long as you are good."
Li Qianfan interrupted her, "I'm already being stepped on by you, isn't that good enough?"
Zeng Ting was stunned.
Her face flushed, and she mumbled, "This time, this time don't give me money. Oh, if you need me to massage your back in the next half a month, don't give me money anymore."
"A monthly package of two thousand yuan?"
Li Qianfan shook his head, "That won't do, it's taking advantage of you. Son-in-law said he'd give you a thousand yuan each time, and he'll give you a thousand yuan."
"No!"
Zeng Ting quickly said, "If you give me money again, I won't massage your back anymore."
"Take it if I give it to you,"
Li Qianfan said, "You saw it too, son-in-law only gave Old Mo a few acupuncture needles and earned six hundred thousand. With son-in-law's medical skills, heh heh, money is just waste paper to me."
Zeng Ting was curious, "Son-in-law, if you are so capable, why did you end up on the streets and offer yourself as a live-in son-in-law?"
Li Qianfan replied, "It's a long story about a child without a mother."
Zeng Ting perked up her ears, ready to listen to Li Qianfan's "long story."
But then she heard Li Qianfan's light snores.
Looking at Li Qianfan, who had fallen asleep, Zeng Ting said softly, "Son-in-law, he's really pitiful."
It was dark.
At the opulent Victoria.
In the CEO's office.
Mo Hongti, wearing a red hip-hugging mini-skirt, sat on the sofa, her red stiletto heels dangling at her feet.
Zhang Bao, slightly hunched, stood before her, reporting something in a low voice.
"What?"
The red stiletto heel suddenly stopped dangling.
Mo Hongti's eyes flickered, and she asked Zhang Bao, "Su Ziyu beat up Li Qianfan this afternoon?"
"Yes."
Zhang Bao nodded, "The news is absolutely true. Many people heard Li Qianfan's piercing screams when he was being beaten."
"She actually dared to beat Li Qianfan? Heh heh, interesting."
Mo Hongti chuckled lightly, stood up, picked up a glass of wine, and walked to the window.
She looked at the dreamlike night view outside and murmured, "Li Qianfan solved such a big problem for her, yet she beat him. Why?"
Her eyes suddenly lit up.
She remembered Li Qianfan publicly praising her legs.
And the scene where she said that anything Li Qianfan needed at Victoria would be free, and his heartfelt joy at that moment.
"No matter how great this kid's background is, he comes from a strict family."
Mo Hongti smiled again, "Perhaps he has never been to a nightclub before. In fact, he might even be a virgin. Otherwise, he wouldn't always be paying attention to my legs and longing to see the nightlife."
"Su Ziyu beat him because she was jealous."
"Heh heh—"
"It's a pity Su Ziyu is too stupid. How can a woman's jealousy be expressed like this?"
"The more you hit him, the more you push him away."
"So, what if I don't stop setting traps and seducing him?"
As Mo Hongti murmured this, she already had a plan.
She turned around, "Zhang Bao, I'll give you a week! No matter how much money it costs, get me three top-tier women in terms of body and looks. These three women should be a Caucasian, a Black woman, and an Asian woman."
Zhang Bao quickly agreed.
He hesitated for a moment and asked, "General Manager Mo, is it necessary to spend so much money on a young man?"
"What do you know?"
Mo Hongti said lightly, "Li Qianfan is a treasure."
Li Qianfan himself felt he was a treasure.
It was a pity that for the past six months, he had been like a pearl hidden in dust, unrecognized.
Now it was good.
He looked at the antique appraiser—
Su Ziyu, driving, held the steering wheel with both hands, looking straight ahead, her expressionless.
Cough.
Li Qianfan coughed lightly and asked, "Wife, do you think I should buy some gifts for my first visit to your house?"
"That's our home."
Su Ziyu corrected him coldly, "Returning to one's own home, why buy gifts?"
"You're right."
Li Qianfan asked again, "Oh, right. How is Mom's temper?"
In the current online world, there were too many stories about sons-in-law.
Almost all mothers-in-law treated their sons-in-law as less than human.
He had to figure out what kind of person Su Ziyu's mother was.
"Mom's temper?"
Su Ziyu suddenly smiled strangely and said to him, "She has a nickname at work."
"Tyrannosaurus Rex."
This was Ning Xiaolan's nickname at work.
Li Qianfan immediately felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet.
He sighed inwardly—
"Alas. I still couldn't escape the cliché of the son-in-law trope."