Luo Huayin ultimately did not understand Li Nanfang.
She underestimated Li Renzha's profound expertise with women, and did not understand his current way of doing things.
Li Renzha did indeed like beautiful women.
But as long as he was in China, even if you held a knife to his throat, he would never lay a hand on any decent girl.
He couldn't afford to lose face like that!
However, once he went to places like Japan or Seoul, he was absolutely in his element, accepting all comers.
This was why, even at sixty, he was still keeping a mistress in Japan and had a child late in life.
Fortunately, the women of Di Wang Gu did not know.
Otherwise, they would have surely taken knives and stir-fried him into a spicy dish.
For a naive little fox to try and ensnare a top-tier old scoundrel in every aspect, what was that but asking for trouble?
Li Qianfan, of course, was unaware.
His scoundrel grandfather was secretly plotting how to get back at that little fox.
The eighth day of the Lunar New Year.
Seven in the morning.
Li Qianfan was still fast asleep.
Strangely, he had slept exceptionally soundly last night.
Or rather, he felt exceptionally relaxed.
This was largely because yesterday, after he and Her Majesty the Empress had laid all their cards on the table and no longer treated their rumored relationship as a big deal, the heavy stone that had been weighing on his heart had finally lifted, leaving him feeling utterly at ease.
"Brother, wake up."
Shen Chongchong's gentle and pleasant voice drifted into his ear. "You have to go out again today."
What did he have to go out for?
Before Chongchong could finish, Li Qianfan, who just wanted to sleep until he woke up naturally, pushed her away.
No matter what he had to do, it was less comfortable than sleeping in.
After being pushed away three times in a row, Chongchong could only sigh and, in her little slippers, pattered out of the bedroom.
"Qianfan, wake up."
Just as he had gotten rid of the bothersome Chongchong, Yaoyao, who lacked gentleness but pretended to be gentle, ran over and tugged his ear to make him get up.
"Go away."
He mumbled groggily and pulled the blanket over his head, continuing his deep slumber.
Yaoyao's pride was wounded.
Pouting, she let out a cold snort and, in her little slippers, pattered away.
Su Maomao arrived again. "What time is it, and you're still not up?"
Li Qianfan rolled over, his head facing the wall, and grumbled, "What's it to you?"
Met with a rebuff so early in the morning, Su Maomao stood by the bed, stunned for a moment, and then dejectedly pattered away.
Just as he was falling asleep—
The quilt was suddenly flung open, and the voice of the head of the household boomed in his ear: "Get up! There's still so much to do today!"
Oh, come on.
As soon as one left, another arrived.
What was wrong with this society?
Sleeping in had become a luxury!
Li Qianfan lazily ignored them. He reached out to grab his quilt but missed, so he pulled the pillow over and covered his head.
Whoosh.
Half a basin of cold water rained down from above!
Although Li Qianfan had little concept of temperature changes now, his nerves could still perceive hot and cold normally.
He shivered violently, his sleepiness instantly vanishing. He scrambled up with a heave, opening his mouth to curse, "Are you crazy?"
As soon as he opened his mouth—
Su Nanyin, who had anticipated his outburst, poured the remaining half-basin of water directly onto his face.
Gulp.
Li Qianfan swallowed the water in his mouth.
"It's already past seven, and you're still sleeping. Who spoiled you with this habit of sleeping in? You must get rid of it in the Su family from now on."
Wearing shorts and crystal plastic slippers, Her Majesty the Empress, with one hand on her hip and the other holding a plastic basin, roared at Li Qianfan, who was soaked like a drowned rat. After her tirade, she turned and swaggered out, her plump waist swaying, pattering away without waiting for him to say anything.
As soon as she left.
Li Qianfan heard Shen Chongchong say, "Mom, is that the cold water you washed your feet in? I'll go pour it out for you."
Su Nanyin had a fair complexion.
When she accidentally bumped or bruised herself, her fair skin would turn blue or even purple.
Shen Chongchong was also like this, but Chongchong only needed to circulate her Qi for a week, and her fair skin would return to normal.
However, for Su Nanyin to eliminate bruises, she had to use cold compresses.
While Maomao, Chongchong, and Yaoyao took turns calling Li Qianfan to wake him up, she had just taken a basin of cold water and was sitting on the sofa "soaking her feet," using the cold water to alleviate the bruising (blood stasis) above her knees.
The diligent Chongchong, after bringing breakfast from the dining room, wanted to help Su Nanyin pour out the foot-washing water.
Su Nanyin replied, "I'll pour it myself."
Before she finished speaking—
From a bedroom behind them, someone's retching could be heard.
Before he could jump out and launch a personal attack on her, Su Nanyin half-turned and slipped into the master bedroom, locking the door with a click.
A few minutes later.
Under the anxious (Chongchong), sympathetic (Yaoyao), or schadenfreude-filled (Maomao) gazes of Maomao, Chongchong, and Yaoyao, Li Qianfan, like a drowned rat, walked into the bathroom with a darkened expression.
If Maomao, Chongchong, and Yaoyao were not all there—
Li Qianfan would have kicked open the master bedroom door and beaten that "29-year-old" brat senseless!
The heartbroken Chongchong quickly helped him hang the soaking wet bedding on the drying racks in the yard.
The sympathetic Yaoyao quickly found a new set of bedding and spread it on his bed.
The schadenfreude-filled Maomao, emboldened by her large belly which made others dare not offend her, transformed into a protector, forbidding anyone from bullying the great Empress.
Tch!
Was Li Qianfan as petty as Su Maomao thought?
If he stooped to the level of arguing with women, what kind of man would that make him!
At most—
During a harmonious family breakfast, while a certain woman turned to retrieve her buzzing mobile phone, he would discreetly spit into her bowl.
Maomao, Chongchong, and Yaoyao acted as if they saw nothing.
Her Majesty the Empress picked up the phone, said a few "uh-huhs," then picked up her millet porridge and began to drink with elegant posture.
"I'm going to find Lao Gao and the others."
Du Yaoyao, who finished breakfast first, pushed away her bowl and chopsticks and quickly walked towards the door.
As she closed the door, she suddenly turned back. "Mom, when you were on the phone, Qianfan spat into your bowl just now."
Maomao—
Mr. Qianfan—
Her Majesty the Empress—
Du Yaoyao's conscience would be troubled if she didn't mention this.
As for the consequences of speaking out, she wouldn't care. "As long as I run fast enough, no matter how big the disaster, it has nothing to do with me."
It could only be said that after Mu Tou sprouted, Yaoyao was becoming more and more like a normal girl.
Having sown the seeds of discord, Yaoyao ran off.
Sensing that the situation was becoming unfavorable, Maomao, who hadn't finished eating, also stood up quickly and walked towards the door. "We're heading to the company first, you two enjoy your meal."
Maomao, Chongchong, and Yaoyao all slipped away, leaving the two masters to resolve their conflict alone.
Let them argue, let them fight.
The worst that could happen was someone ending up dead!
In an instant, only the two masters remained in the living room.
Su Nanyin, taking deep breaths, stared fixedly at Li Qianfan. "Kid, open your mouth. Nicely let me spit, and there will be peace! Otherwise."
Otherwise, what?
You expect me to drink your foot-washing water, and you think you're in the right?
Or do you think I wouldn't dare to hit a woman?
Li Qianfan sneered slightly and rolled up his sleeves.
More than ten minutes later.
Shen Congdao and the others, who were sweeping the doorway, respectfully greeted the young lady and her husband when they came out.
"Good morning."
Su Nanyin smiled and nodded in return, while Miao Hanyu, with her characteristic keen observation, opened the car door for her.
Li Qianfan took out a cigarette and passed it around before getting into the car.
After the car started.
Shen Congdao said to Miao Hanyu, "Hey, did you notice? The young master's ears are bright red, as if someone twisted them severely."
Damn it, what do you mean 'as if'?
It was exactly like that!
He touched his burning left ear and frowned. Li Qianfan said to the woman in the passenger seat, "I'm telling you one last time. From now on, don't enter my room without permission. Especially in the morning. Flipping the covers is something you absolutely cannot do. After all, we men have a strong yang energy in the morning. You're an old cabbage with no shame, but I'm still an innocent young man."
Su Nanyin stared straight ahead and said calmly, "Twenty-two years ago, on the day of a certain brat's hundred-day banquet. Under everyone's instigation, I had to feed him. He took the opportunity to pee all over me. How do you explain that?"
Li Qianfan fell silent.
He finally realized that after yesterday's frank talk, Her Majesty the Empress's original sense of shame had been eaten by dogs.
Fortunately.
The wind vane of 209, that is, his left hand, remained absolutely quiet in front of this noble and sexy woman.
The wheels rolled on.
Moving forward—
The car stopped in front of a hutong entrance.
Su Nanyin suddenly said softly, "Qianfan."
Li Qianfan, about to open the car door, turned back. "Something wrong?"
Su Nanyin asked him, "Tell me honestly, do you still like being in the Su family now?"
Looking at her tightly pursed lips, involuntarily clenched due to her inner tension, Li Qianfan thought seriously and answered truthfully, "Yes, I do."
Su Nanyin smiled.
She said nothing more and put on her large sunglasses.
Li Qianfan opened the door and got out of the car.
A white car slowly stopped in the parking space ahead.
The car door opened.
A woman wearing a beige trench coat, dark blue jeans, and stiletto heels stepped out of the car.
Helan Tingmei.