"What?"
"You're washing my feet?"
"I'm the live-in son-in-law, okay?"
"And my ad clearly stated I could wash my wife's feet."
"But you—"
Li Qianfan's mind was racing.
"Just come over when I tell you to," Su Ziyu said impatiently. She got up, pulled him to the sofa, and pushed him down onto it.
"If my status as a live-in son-in-law were in a novel, I'd undoubtedly be the best treated online."
Watching Su Ziyu, who had knelt on the floor and was now using her fair, tender hands to wash his feet, Li Qianfan felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment.
With a wife like this, what more could a man ask for!?
*Snap.*
The bedroom door suddenly opened.
Li Qianfan instinctively turned his head to look.
Ning Xiaolan's alluring face immediately appeared before his eyes.
"Oh my, I seem to have walked into the wrong bedroom. My apologies, you two carry on."
Ning Xiaolan exclaimed, quickly apologized, and closed the door.
How could she have possibly entered the wrong room?
Ning Xiaolan had only come to check on her daughter, worried that she might take out her anger from the scolding on the phone on her son-in-law and perhaps deal with him later in the bedroom.
She hadn't expected that her usually cold and proud daughter would personally be washing her son-in-law's feet.
Ning Xiaolan immediately felt relieved.
She gleefully thought, "This is how it should be. Now that the young grass has been eaten, the old cow certainly has no reason to spit it out! It seems my Ziyu is like a stubborn old car. As her mother, I'll have to keep a close eye on her for her lifelong happiness."
Thinking about the possibility of holding her grandchild by this time next year, Ning Xiaolan couldn't help but beam with joy.
Inside the bedroom.
Ears pricked, Su Ziyu, who had just finished washing Li Qianfan's left foot, stood up and shook her hands after hearing her mother's footsteps recede.
Li Qianfan looked up at her, confused. "What is it?"
"Finished," Su Ziyu casually kicked off her slippers, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and said expressionlessly.
"Finished?"
Li Qianfan lifted his right foot. "This one hasn't been washed yet."
"What, are you really treating me like a maid?" Su Ziyu's true colors emerged as she asked sternly.
Li Qianfan understood. "Oh, you were washing my feet earlier because you knew your mom would do a surprise check, and you were putting on a show for her to prove how good you are to me."
*Hmph.*
*It's good that you understand.*
Su Ziyu snorted. Holding his small foot with her left hand, she picked up her phone with her right. "Go dump out your smelly foot-washing water. Bring me another basin of water and wash my feet."
Li Qianfan, however, remained silent.
He also took out his phone.
Su Ziyu's expression immediately darkened. "Li Qianfan, I'll count to three. If you don't do as I say, don't blame me for being impolite!"
Li Qianfan, engrossed in his phone, replied without looking up, "You crashing your car downstairs was also a deliberate act for me to see, to prove that you could erupt and use violence against me at any moment."
"It's good that you understand."
Su Ziyu began her countdown. "Three, two, one."
Li Qianfan remained steadfast.
"Then don't blame me." Su Ziyu said menacingly, stood up, and from the inner side of the sofa, retrieved a roll of transparent tape.
She had deliberately placed it there when she returned to the room earlier to change.
She was afraid Li Qianfan would start screaming like a pig before she could even lay a hand on him. Her mother would definitely rush in upon hearing his cries and administer a severe punishment.
Seeing that Su Ziyu had even prepared transparent tape, Li Qianfan was shocked. "You—"
Before he could utter the word, Su Ziyu lunged.
With a rush of perfume, Su Ziyu landed heavily on him.
*Riiip—*
True to her violent nature, her move of tearing the tape and sticking it over his mouth was swift and skillful.
*Mmmph.*
Li Qianfan made muffled noises, struggling forcefully, his right hand holding the phone raised high.
Su Ziyu, however, gripped his neck with her left hand and slowly raised her right fist.
"You brat, I've tolerated you for too long in the hospital. Die!"
Su Ziyu growled and was about to smash her fist towards Li Qianfan's ribs.
She wanted to hit him in the face—
No, that wouldn't do.
If her mother saw her "beloved son-in-law" with a bruised and swollen face, wouldn't she come at Su Ziyu with a knife?
But hitting his ribs wouldn't be visible.
*Bang!*
The bedroom door was suddenly kicked open.
With a loud bang, Su Ziyu flinched in shock and hastily turned her head.
She saw—
Ning Xiaolan, her face contorted with rage, a belt in her right hand, charging like a rampaging beast. "You wicked girl! You actually dare to bully my good son-in-law. Tonight, I'll beat you to death! Your grandmother's spirit in heaven will not rest."
What's going on?
How did my mom know I was about to deal with this brat?
In her terror, Su Ziyu inadvertently saw Li Qianfan's phone, still held high.
Her heart sank.
During dinner, both Mr. and Mrs. Su had added Li Qianfan as a friend.
They had even created a group chat named "Loving Family."
Su Ziyu had forgotten about this.
Just as she had shed her facade and prepared to deal with Li Qianfan, this brat had picked up his phone, secretly started a video call, and was live-streaming her words and actions in the group chat.
*Slap!*
Ning Xiaolan's belt landed squarely on Su Ziyu's backside.
She was only wearing a silk robe!
How much must that have hurt?
She cried out in pain, "Mom!"
"How dare you bully my son-in-law!"
"How dare you act for me!"
"You useless girl—"
Ning Xiaolan continued to curse as the belt struck her repeatedly.
She was truly merciless!
Fortunately, after receiving a heavy blow, Su Ziyu covered her rear with one hand and, hopping and skipping, scrambled onto the sofa, then leaped off and fled onto the bed.
Ning Xiaolan's belt strikes landed on the sofa.
Of course.
Ning Xiaolan was also deliberately holding back.
After all, Su Ziyu was her own flesh and blood.
But she had to put on a show for her son-in-law.
"Xiaolan, calm down, calm down. Restrain your thunder!"
Just as Ning Xiaolan, belt raised high, was about to lunge towards the bed, Mr. Su finally made his entrance.
Mr. Su embraced his wife—
"Let go of me!"
"Su Ziyu, get down here!"
"Old Su, damn it, let go of me!"
Ning Xiaolan raged.
Mr. Su desperately held her back.
Su Ziyu, trembling in the corner, watched the unfolding scene with a faint smirk, her face pale, tape still covering her mouth.
*He thought, "Little one, you want to play games with me? Heh, I was tired of these tricks when I was three. Mother-in-law, you're the best!"*
After much persuasion and placating, Mr. Su finally managed to wrestle the belt from Ning Xiaolan's hand.
"Su Ziyu, get down here for me."
Ning Xiaolan was still furious, pointing at Su Ziyu. "Now, immediately, this instant, wash your husband's feet!"
Seeing that her mother was truly enraged, Su Ziyu dared not disobey.
She hesitantly walked over, crouched down in front of the sofa again, and picked up Li Qianfan's right foot.
Ning Xiaolan, however, commanded, "Kneel and wash your husband's feet!"