Seeing the obvious worry appearing on Li Qianfan's brows, Su Ziyu secretly gloated.
But then she thought of the tigress at home—
Su Ziyu's lips curled, and she could no longer be happy.
And she even started to feel annoyed!
Nine o'clock in the evening.
The car arrived at a high-end residential complex.
The living environment was genuinely good.
As Li Qianfan nodded while looking at the environment outside the car window, he saw the car directly ram into a black sedan.
And Su Ziyu had no intention of braking at all.
Li Qianfan was shocked: "Stop!"
The only reply was a dull thud.
The car body shook violently, and Su Ziyu did not brake but continued to step on the accelerator with a blank expression.
Beep, beep, beep—
The alarm siren on that car let out a shrill cry.
However, Su Ziyu's car continued to push forward, pressing against that car.
"Su Ziyu, what are you doing?"
Li Qianfan looked at Su Ziyu in shock and asked.
"This is the parking space I bought."
After Su Ziyu parked the car in the parking space, she turned off the engine and pulled up the handbrake, replying indifferently.
Li Qianfan's eyes widened: "Just because someone's car occupied your parking space, you directly drove into it?"
Su Ziyu retorted: "Would you allow someone to sleep in your bed?"
Li Qianfan—
He asked: "Can't you just say something to the car owner and ask them to move their car?"
"Why are you so difficult?"
Su Ziyu frowned: "Don't forget you are my husband. Let alone that I did nothing wrong. Even if I did something wrong, you should consider the problem from my perspective."
Li Qianfan was speechless.
The harsh buzzing sound alerted many people.
Su Ziyu, however, ignored the people running over, and simply linked arms with Li Qianfan and walked towards the entrance of the building.
As they reached the steps of the building, a middle-aged man in pajamas, shuffling in slippers, ran out.
The man had a half-bald head, wore glasses, and had a very gentle appearance, looking like a good-natured person at first glance.
"Ziyu, you're finally back."
The man greeted Su Ziyu, but his eyes kept looking Li Qianfan up and down.
Hearing him say that, Li Qianfan knew who the man was.
He quickly offered his most respectful smile.
As expected.
Su Ziyu introduced: "Qianfan, this is our dad."
"Allow me to formally introduce myself, my name is Su Laiyun."
Old Su immediately stepped forward and shook Li Qianfan's hand with a fatherly smile: "Qianfan, welcome home."
Hmm.
This father-in-law was indeed in line with the archetype from son-in-law novels.
They were all poor souls oppressed by a tigress—
Li Qianfan shook Old Su's hand vigorously, intensifying their shared sense of sympathy.
It was obvious.
Old Su had run down in a hurry after hearing the sound of the cars colliding and seeing his daughter crash the car from the window.
Li Qianfan had initially thought Old Su would blame Su Ziyu.
However—
After a brief introduction to Li Qianfan, Old Su, with a look of "loyalty," said to Su Ziyu: "Ziyu, you two go home. Leave this matter to me. I guarantee I will handle it beautifully for you."
Su Ziyu nodded.
Then she took two hundred-yuan bills from her small bag and handed them to Old Su: "Thank you for your trouble."
Old Su's spirits were immediately greatly boosted—
Li Qianfan was completely stunned by the actions of the Su family father and daughter.
Muddle-headed, he was led by Su Ziyu to the fourth floor.
A spacious and bright 220-square-meter flat, decorated with great taste and class.
A middle-aged beauty in a white suit skirt and high heels, with a smile of "welcome home," had been waiting by the sofa for a long time.
This was Su Ziyu's mother, Ning Xiaolan.
Li Qianfan was surprised, what incredible luck did Old Su have to marry such a beautiful woman back then?
But he was even more surprised that Ning Xiaolan's persona as a mother-in-law seemed different from those in son-in-law novels.
How could a mother-in-law in a son-in-law novel be so enthusiastic to an live-in son-in-law on his first visit?
Wasn't she supposed to sit on the sofa with a sour face, too lazy to even lift her backside?
"Qianfan, you're finally here."
Ning Xiaolan walked over quickly, grabbed Li Qianfan's hand, and scrutinized him with her sharp eyes.
She kept nodding.
She was extremely satisfied with this live-in son-in-law!
The young man was at least 1.8 meters tall, slightly thin, and his skin was a bit dark, but it exuded vibrant health.
Especially Li Qianfan's facial features—
They perfectly matched the son-in-law in Ning Xiaolan's mind!
"I don't care how Ziyu tricked this poor child into coming home. All I know is that I'm claiming this son-in-law! If any shameless vixen tries to snatch him from me, I'll annihilate her entire family!"
Ning Xiaolan vowed inwardly, while outwardly, she showered Li Qianfan with indescribable warmth.
Li Qianfan was utterly bewildered.
By the time he came to his senses, he found himself sitting on the sofa with a large red envelope in his hand.
Ning Xiaolan was still holding his hand, constantly asking about his well-being.
Old Su, who had finished dealing with the "accident," also returned.
As soon as Old Su sat down—
Ning Xiaolan immediately began discussing with him when to hold the wedding for Li Qianfan and Su Ziyu, what to name their children, which kindergarten was the best, and which primary school was the most prestigious.
Old Su immediately took out paper and a pen and wrote down all the important points Ning Xiaolan mentioned.
"Su Ziyu said her mother was a tigress, maybe she was lying to me."
Li Qianfan finally figured it out.
A table was filled with delicacies.
This was the welcome banquet Ning Xiaolan had prepared for Li Qianfan.
Su Ziyu, changed into a black silk robe, also walked over in her slippers.
She sat down and habitually reached for the wine bottle.
Ning Xiaolan, however, gave her a fierce glare.
Su Ziyu slowly retracted her hand, and seeing her mother smiling charmingly as she personally poured wine for Li Qianfan, she secretly swallowed.
"Qianfan, do you have any requirements for the wedding?"
Ning Xiaolan, without stopping her chopsticks, served Li Qianfan dishes: "Are you thinking of a Chinese wedding or a Western wedding?"
Li Qianfan felt like he was dreaming—
He thought Ning Xiaolan should interrogate his background and ask about his parents' professions.
He had prepared for everything.
But Ning Xiaolan never mentioned any of that, only talking about the wedding and the children's schooling.
"Dad, Mom."
Su Ziyu, who had drunk a belly full of plain water, said lightly: "There's no need to rush the marriage between Qianfan and me. After all, we just met and need some time to adjust."
Li Qianfan instinctively nodded.
Ning Xiaolan frowned and scolded her daughter: "Adjust what? The moment I saw Qianfan, I knew he was the son-in-law I had been waiting for for 26 years! My eyes have never been wrong. Ziyu, stop babbling. Qianfan looks tired, hurry up and take him back to the room to sleep."
Li Qianfan—
He finally understood why Su Ziyu was like this.
Being scolded by her mother in front of Li Qianfan, Su Ziyu's expression did not change. She simply grunted and led him towards the bedroom.
"Adjust? Heh, silly girl! If we really adjusted for a while, I would lose my son-in-law!"
Only after the bedroom door closed did Ning Xiaolan let out a cold laugh.
She picked up her wine glass: "Come, Old Su. Let's the two of us toast to Ziyu finally getting off the singles list!"
In the bedroom.
Li Qianfan stood by the door, observing the room.
The bedroom was very large, with an en-suite bathroom, several wardrobes, and a sofa.
With a creak, Su Ziyu came out of the bathroom carrying a basin of water.
She knelt in front of the sofa and put the basin down.
Turning to look at Li Qianfan, she said indifferently: "Come here, I'll wash your feet."