"Director Li, your precious son is currently on the streets of Qingyun City, advertising himself as a live-in son-in-law!"
The man, a golden eagle insignia on his shoulder, wished he could say these words to the beautiful woman before him.
But he dared not.
Director Li noticed his hesitation, smiled gently, and said, "Where is Qianfan now? Just tell me. I promise I won't get angry."
"You... you'd better see for yourself."
The man handed her his phone.
The next second—
Director Li, who had promised not to get angry, found her smile frozen on her face, then she abruptly raised her hand.
*Smack!*
The phone instantly shattered into pieces.
"My phone!"
The man wailed internally, then turned and fled the office.
As soon as he burst out, a chair whizzed past him and slammed heavily into the corridor wall.
"You unfilial child!"
As Director Li's furious roar echoed, the windowpanes of the entire small building began to hum and vibrate.
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Qingyun City streets.
Many hurried passersby, while walking past a billboard, were drawn to a large red paper poster.
The content on the red paper was as follows:
Li Qianfan, 21 years old, with a proper appearance and good health, unmarried.
Son of the God of War, master of Traditional Chinese Medicine, skilled in cooking, eight-level psychologist.
Now seeking to become a live-in son-in-law.
Desired partner—
Limited to beautiful women aged 21 to 28 (divorced, with children are acceptable. The key is a good figure and a pretty face.)
Commitments—
Wash wife's feet, give massages; help father-in-law hide private money; can endure mother-in-law's scolding for up to eight times a day; help sister-in-law with fights, homework, etc.
Betrothal gift: 88,000.
A rare specimen of a son-in-law, apply quickly if interested!
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"Alas, today is the last day. If I haven't found a wife, I'll have to go home and accept an arranged marriage with that shrew from the Shen family."
Li Qianfan, wearing a pair of old Warrior shoes, stood before the "Live-in Son-in-Law Application" poster, scanning the passersby with a sigh.
He desperately hoped that a beautiful woman who met his requirements would step forward to "accept the challenge" and help him break free from the shackles of arranged marriage.
An hour passed.
The July sun grew higher, and as many as 356 people had crowded around to look at the advertisement.
High foot traffic.
Men and women, old and young, but unfortunately, not a single one seemed to have their eyes open.
Instead, 228 people, after reading the advertisement, immediately gave Li Qianfan four words:
"Got a screw loose!"
"Damn it, who's got a screw loose? People these days just talk nonsense."
Li Qianfan muttered in rebuttal, his eyes suddenly lit up.
A red BMW pulled over to the side of the road.
The car door opened.
A girl in her early to mid-twenties, wearing a blue shirt, white capri pants, and flat sandals on her bare feet, stepped out and looked at Li Qianfan's advertisement.
Beautiful.
This girl absolutely met all of Li Qianfan's requirements!
Opportunity knocks but once.
Li Qianfan quickly straightened up and asked loudly, "Miss, want a husband? I can guarantee with my father's reputation that I'm an unsealed original product!"
"This guy really has a screw loose. Watch, the beautiful woman will surely call him a scoundrel right away."
Several onlookers nearby sneered inwardly, ready to enjoy the show.
However.
The girl did not scold him. Instead, with a clear and cold gaze, she looked Li Qianfan over a few times and then reached out to take down the red paper.
Accepting the challenge—
This exceptional beauty, one in a million, had actually accepted the challenge!
The onlookers were stunned on the spot.
Li Qianfan, on the other hand, was ecstatic: "Ha, haha, I've finally met someone with taste!"
But he quickly suppressed his elation, composed himself, and extended his right hand to the girl.
The girl didn't look at his hand, but merely asked indifferently, "The betrothal gift is 88,000. Do you want cash or mobile transfer?"
Straightforward!
This direct and forthright beauty was exactly Li Qianfan's type.
He immediately took out his phone: "Let's add each other as friends, and you can scan the code to pay."
A few minutes later.
Li Qianfan's account balance became 88,002 yuan and 56 cents.
"Miss, from now on, I'm yours."
Li Qianfan, suppressing his excitement, extended his right hand again: "Allow me to introduce myself, Li Qianfan."
"Su Ziyu."
Su Ziyu's soft and boneless hand lightly clasped Li Qianfan's, and she asked expressionlessly, "Now that I've paid the betrothal gift, shouldn't we go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the license?"
"That's for sure!"
Li Qianfan nodded vigorously.
Even if Su Ziyu hadn't proactively requested it, Li Qianfan would have had to propose it.
Because only by obtaining that little red book within the six months stipulated by his God of War mother could he officially break free from the shackles of arranged marriage.
And today was the last day.
Eleven o'clock in the morning.
Outside the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Li Qianfan invited Su Ziyu to hold their marriage certificate with him, raised their mobile phones, and flashed a happy smile at the camera.
*Click.*
After the photo was taken, Li Qianfan immediately opened WeChat and sent this picture to his God of War mother.
Done!
The heavy stone in Li Qianfan's heart finally landed.
"Mom, now you have no reason to force me home to marry that shrew, right?"
Li Qianfan typed rapidly and sent the message.
A red exclamation mark immediately appeared on the screen!
His mother, known as "Director Li," had immediately blocked him after receiving his photo.
"I knew you'd do this."
Li Qianfan didn't mind. He turned back to Su Ziyu: "Wife, you're so beautiful and rich, why did you still marry a street vendor like me?"
He now knew that Su Ziyu was the dean of a private hospital in Qingyun.
Furthermore, she was an only child, a true Bai Fumei (white, rich, and beautiful).
Su Ziyu retorted coldly, "Do I have to answer?"
Li Qianfan was momentarily speechless, and chuckled awkwardly, "Regardless, we're husband and wife now, aren't we?"
After thinking for a moment.
Su Ziyu nodded, "I am a black belt third dan, and I might have some violent tendencies due to my love for a drink. No one in Qingyun dares to marry me. Because of this, my parents have been worrying themselves sick. Today, I have finally fulfilled their wish."
Black belt third dan?
Drunk and violent!?
Li Qianfan's face changed upon hearing these eight words.
He scoffed inwardly, "Mere flashy moves of a black belt third dan, coupled with a bit of a temper, and the men of Qingyun cower?"
Su Ziyu looked at him with a faint gaze, "Are you regretting it now?"
Without waiting for Li Qianfan to say anything, she added, "But it's too late. However, I can promise that after we get through today's ordeal, I will give you an extra three thousand yuan each month for medical expenses."
"You have an ordeal today too?"
Li Qianfan ignored the medical expenses and was only curious about Su Ziyu's ordeal.
Su Ziyu's phone suddenly rang.
It was a call from her secretary: "Dean Su, please hurry back. Elder Mo is fading fast!"