There's a joke online that goes like this.
A refrigerator is clearly a cabinet, so why is it called a refrigerator? A freezer is clearly a box, so why is it called a freezer?
A roujiamo is clearly two pieces of bread holding a piece of meat, so why isn't it called bread with meat?
Similar questions are common in people's daily lives.
No one deliberately goes to correct these incorrect names.
Li Qianfan certainly had no intention of considering these issues.
He just looked at the reply from the great Hua, with a look of utter resignation, and replied, "Damn it, half a century has passed, and you're only replying now. What roujiamo? You're crazy. I'm busy, I don't have time for you."
After replying, just as Li Qianfan was about to leave the lounge, he suddenly understood what Hua meant by roujiamo.
"Uh, as expected of someone with experience."
Li Qianfan secretly praised him, adopted a gentlemanly demeanor, and also left the lounge.
In Su Ziyu's office.
Mo Hongti and Dai Paipai were chatting softly with Su Ziyu.
Just as Su Ziyu was boldly offering to make a local delicacy for her "tender grass," Mo Hongti and Dai Paipai "timely" arrived.
Mo Hongti's intelligence network had finally begun to function.
As soon as Li Qianfan arrived at the hospital, Mo Hongti knew.
He had been gone for half a month—
Sister Hongti really missed him too. After Dai Paipai finished work at the clothing factory, she discussed with her whether they should go to the hospital to find him.
Dai Paipai was even more impatient—
Thus, the two of them patiently waited, giving Li Qianfan and Su Ziyu ample time for intimacy, before heading over.
They had no idea that Su Ziyu had talked with Yang Xiao for so long after Li Qianfan's return.
Even less did they know that their arrival had interrupted the two of them in their intimate moment.
Proximity breeds imitation—
Having spent a lot of time with Li Qianfan, Su Ziyu's skin had clearly thickened.
Otherwise, how could she be chatting and laughing with Mo Hongti and Dai Paipai as if nothing had happened?
"Little brother, why do you look different from before?"
Mo Hongti's eyesight was still sharp.
She immediately noticed that Li Qianfan's youthful innocence had vanished, replaced by the unique aura of a mature man.
Mo Hongti, acting without restraint, made a gulping motion and then chuckled, reaching out to pinch his cheek.
And then there was Dai Paipai!
Her eyes were terrifyingly bright.
Her body even trembled uncontrollably.
She just wanted to pounce on him—
She had endured so much for the past half month!
"I knew you'd get handsy with me."
Li Qianfan pushed Mo Hongti's hand away and said, "Let's go find a place for a drink."
In Qingyun.
Where else could they go for a good drink but the VIP suite at Victoria?
Su Ziyu, who had been feeling down thinking that Li Qianfan was "dying," was the first to pick up her small bag: "Let's go, let's go! We won't go home until we're drunk tonight."
"What did Grandmother say to Sister Su Yu that caused such a big change in her emotions? When asked, she just smiled enigmatically."
As Li Qianfan pondered with a belly full of questions, Dai Paipai, walking behind him, hooked his arm.
He instinctively turned his head to look.
The moment their eyes met—
They could both see the flames instantly ignite in each other's eyes.
And they both swallowed hard in unison.
Nine o'clock in the evening.
As Li Qianfan and the other three were drinking heartily in the VIP suite at Victoria, in the reception room of Li Family Village in Si Jiu, a total of ten people had reached a consensus regarding Du Junlin's move to Li Family Village.
Du Junlin.
She was the chosen wife for Li Qianfan by the Elder Council twenty years ago.
If Li Qianfan hadn't privately "sold himself" to Su Ziyu for a betrothal gift of eighty-eight thousand yuan, their planned wedding would have already been on the Li Family Village's agenda.
Especially after Du Junlin decided to go to Blackwater Forest to personally break off the engagement with Yang Xiao, everyone in Li Family Village thought this marriage was off.
But who would have thought—
When they were at their wit's end, a new path opened up!
Li Qianfan's trip to Lingnan coincidentally coincided with Du Junlin's return alive, putting the predetermined fate of the two children back on track.
Of course.
It was still a little off.
After all, if everything had proceeded as planned, Du Junlin wouldn't have been confined to managing only Li Family Village, like Li Wujiang twenty years ago.
But who could they blame?
They could only blame Du Junlin for mistaking a pearl for a fish's eye in the years prior, which led to her and Li Qianfan disliking each other.
And she almost sent the village chief of Li Family Village to the imperial palace with one stroke.
Fortunately, the two children's minds had opened up in time, turning conflict into harmony.
And the original plan was still somewhat on track.
Tonight—
Li Wujiang's formal invitation to Su Nanyin to come to Li Family Village for a face-to-face meeting with the elders was to discuss when to open the ancestral hall and enshrine Du Junlin's name.
However.
This matter must have Su Ziyu's consent.
If Su Ziyu disagreed, it would be difficult to proceed.
This arduous task would be entrusted to Li Wujiang.
She swore to Su Nanyin and the eight elders that if she couldn't persuade Su Ziyu, she would present her head!
For the sake of her wayward son's lifelong happiness, what else could Sister Wujiang do?
As long as Su Ziyu could be persuaded, everything else would be manageable.
Su Nanyin, representing the "future Su family," carefully discussed the ceremonial arrangements for the two children with Du Junlin's mother and the elders of Li Family Village.
Half past eleven at night.
By the river behind Li Family Village, in the small courtyard where past village chiefs had resided.
"It was in this room that I gave birth to Qianfan."
Wearing a black silk robe, Li Wujiang leaned against the headboard, hugged her knees, and looked up at the ceiling. Recalling the night twenty-one years ago that still sent shivers down her spine whenever she thought about it, she couldn't help but shiver again.
"It was just a difficult labor, not a big deal."
Su Nanyin, sitting beside her, pouted disdainfully, "When I gave birth to Maomaochong, *that* was difficult."
Su Nanyin only knew that Li Wujiang had a difficult labor when Li Qianfan was born.
She had no idea how terrifying things had been that night.
"You know nothing about it."
Li Wujiang pouted, naturally not telling Su Nanyin what had happened that night.
She changed the subject: "Su Nanyin, for the sake of your cabbage, you can use the 'Yun Shen' (Hua) account to get what you want. After all, if I were you, I might do the same. I trust you more, and you surely know how to play the game. With your abilities, you could surely play that pig around your finger. But I still have to warn you, don't get yourself caught in it."
"Am I as terrible as you say?"
Su Nanyin frowned and asked coldly.
Li Wujiang immediately retorted, "If I had called Qianfan to ask him then, what would have happened?"
Su Nanyin's lips moved, unsure of what to say.
"If Qianfan knew that his most trusted online friend was you. Heh."
Li Wujiang sneered, "Would you dare tell him that you just took over this phone?"
She wouldn't dare.
Because that would cause conflict between Li Qianfan and Shen Chongchong!
After all, no man wants to be played by a woman under the guise of an online friend!
No matter how much he loves her.
He would only think Shen Chongchong was a super scheming bitch.
Li Qianfan would instinctively start to distance himself from Shen Chongchong and no longer trust her.
In that case.
Su Nanyin taking over this phone would be equivalent to ruining Shen Yun's lifelong happiness!
Therefore.
Su Nanyin had to admit that she was the genuine "Yun Shen."
It was she who had been constantly sending those beautiful pictures to Li Qianfan and saying those inappropriate things.
So.
How would Li Qianfan view Su Nanyin after learning that she was the great Hua?
Thinking of this, Su Nanyin shivered.
"Su Nanyin, you're playing with fire. If something goes wrong, you won't be able to wash yourself clean even if you jump into the Yellow River!"
Li Wujiang raised her hand and pinched Su Nanyin's face, "And it will also implicate those cabbages and Qianfan's future relationship."
Su Nanyin remained silent, allowing Li Wujiang to scold her.
"Therefore, I suggest,"
Li Wujiang said casually, "Destroy this phone. Let Yun Shen vanish completely, as if it never happened."
"No."
Su Nanyin immediately refused, "Only with this phone can I glimpse his true thoughts and ensure Maomaochong's greatest interests within the Li family."
She broke free from Li Wujiang's hand, "But don't worry, I won't make the same mistake I made tonight."
"Fine, as you wish."
Li Wujiang saw that the woman was determined to use this phone to "control" that pig, so she had no choice but to nod. "But let me ask you. If he asks you for beautiful pictures again?"
"Then I'll send him yours."
Su Nanyin said, taking out her phone and aiming it at Li Wujiang to take a picture.
But Li Wujiang grabbed her by the neck and pressed her onto the pillow.
*Slap.*
After kissing Su Nanyin hard on the cheek, Li Wujiang, with a sinister grin, snatched the phone and started taking a barrage of photos of her. "From now on, use these photos."
You bastard—
Let go of me!
With her head pinned down, Su Nanyin, in her fury, started kicking.
Li Wujiang threatened, "Believe it or not, I'll send this big moon to your tender grass right now?"
Su Nanyin—
"Ho ho, roujiamo."
Li Wujiang saw Hua's last message to her tender grass and immediately chuckled sinisterly. "Come on, tell me how roujiamo is made."
Midnight.
Qingyun Victoria.
Su Ziyu, who was drunk tonight out of happiness, was helped by Mo Hongti to leave the room early and went to a guest room.
Dai Paipai, who had been waiting for this moment, immediately pulled Li Qianfan into the room next to hers at the fastest speed.
As soon as the door closed.
"Wait."
Li Qianfan raised his hand to stop Dai Paipai and asked, "Let me ask you a question first."
"You, you ask."
Dai Paipai's voice was hoarse, her throat burning with desire.