Seeing the violent woman about to ram her car into his beloved car, Li Qianfan was truly anxious.
Just as he was about to rush over, the red Mini Cooper, on the verge of colliding with his car, suddenly stopped.
After braking in time, Su Ziyu leaned her head out of the car window and stared at the door of the Mini.
She wasn't mistaken.
On the heart-shaped sticker on the door of this tens of thousands of yuan small car were her and Li Qianfan's portraits.
"I knew it, who would dare to park in my spot."
"It's an embarrassment for me for a grown man to buy such a small car."
"And to flaunt our pictures on the car door."
"Immature, ridiculous, boring."
"Green grass, Hmph!"
As Su Ziyu sneered, her mood inexplicably improved.
"Crash, go on, crash it."
Li Qianfan strode over, a smug look on his face, "Come on, hit it and see."
Vroom—
The BMW's engine immediately let out a low growl.
Li Qianfan was startled.
Su Ziyu said lightly, "Tell me, 'Wife, I was wrong.'"
Li Qianfan rolled his eyes, "What if I don't?"
Vroom—
The BMW roared again, this time with more power and force.
It could smash that "dainty" little Mini miles away at any moment.
"Ten, nine."
Su Ziyu looked at him coldly and began to count down.
If Li Qianfan didn't say "Wife, I was wrong" after she counted to ten, she would unceremoniously drive her car and smash the Mini.
Li Qianfan turned and raised his head, shouting towards the fourth-floor window, "Mom, control your daughter!"
Su Ziyu's heart trembled, and she quickly looked up.
She saw her mother leaning her head out and yelling down, "Su Ziyu, get your ass upstairs!"
Su Ziyu immediately deflated. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
On the fourth-floor window.
Old Su patiently advised Ning Xiaolan, "Wife, Ziyu is married now. You can't just yell at her like before, regardless of whether anyone is around."
Ning Xiaolan glared at him, "Do you believe I'll throw you out the window?"
Old Su immediately flinched.
Ning Xiaolan raised her hand, "Give me your belt."
"Wife—"
"I said, give me your belt!"
"Okay."
Old Su dared not say anything more and quickly pulled off his belt.
*Slap.*
Ning Xiaolan folded the belt and smacked it a few times in her palm, looking towards the door.
Seeing her daughter about to be punished—
Old Su, with his pants held up by his hands, his mind racing, wondered how to distract Ning Xiaolan.
He remembered something and quickly said, "Wife, our garment factory boss, Wang Mingshuai, was poisoned at his birthday lunch today. The rumor in the company is that his wife poisoned him, and the police are fully investigating the case. Life is indeed unpredictable."
Since the medical accident at Guangming Hospital, Old Su had handed over the business to his daughter and was "enjoying his retirement" at home.
However, after a few months at home, he went out to find work and joined Pai Pai Fashion as a salesman.
With the connections he had accumulated and his diligent work attitude, Wang Mingshuai appointed him as the Marketing Director.
Ning Xiaolan paid no attention to his achievements at Pai Pai Fashion.
As long as he could emerge from his shadow and be happy, that was enough.
Now—
After hearing what Old Su said, Ning Xiaolan sneered, "What, are you suspecting I'll poison you?"
Old Su immediately shut his mouth, his gaze focused on his nose, and sat on the sofa.
The door opened.
Li Qianfan entered first, with Su Ziyu hiding behind him, head bowed.
Ning Xiaolan immediately smiled and said to Li Qianfan, "Qianfan, go back to your room and take a bath. Tonight, Mom will steam crabs for you."
Li Qianfan was about to nod when he saw the belt in her hand.
He was immediately startled, "Mom, you're not going to be serious, are you?"
"What's real and what's fake?"
Ning Xiaolan replied, "Go back to your room, I'm just scaring her."
Before she finished speaking—
Su Ziyu, who was hiding behind Li Qianfan, suddenly darted towards the bedroom door.
Before anyone could react, the door slammed shut.
Ning Xiaolan was furious, "Su Ziyu, get out here!"
Saying that, she went to kick the door.
Old Su, sitting on the sofa, quickly winked at Li Qianfan.
Li Qianfan quickly stopped her, "Mom, Ziyu was just playing around with me."
For the sake of her good son-in-law, Ning Xiaolan let Su Ziyu off the hook this time.
Then she began to chide Li Qianfan for buying such cheap cars and clothes.
"Qianfan, Mom tells you. A man should never scrimp on himself."
Hearing Ning Xiaolan say this, Old Su, sitting on the sofa, looked down at his "discounted" clothes and thought of the "old car" parked below.
Especially when he thought of his shrunken wallet, his heart ached.
Eight o'clock in the evening.
The family of four sat at the dining table, eating steamed crabs.
Old Su, using specialized tweezers, claws, and other tools, attentively served Ning Xiaolan her meal.
Su Ziyu, hunched over, also held a set of tools and prepared crabs for Li Qianfan.
"Before, when my family ate crabs, I'd have a drink after every crab I ate."
"Now, let alone drinking, I can only serve him like my dad serves my mom."
"Should I wear a mask or disguise myself as a man and beat him up outside?"
As Li Qianfan and Ning Xiaolan clinked glasses, the secretly vengeful Su Ziyu couldn't help but swallow.
"Qianfan."
Old Su licked his fingers and said, "If you want to do light work, I have a good suggestion."
Before Li Qianfan could say anything, Ning Xiaolan gave him a sideways glance, "Let Qianfan follow you to the garment factory and become a salesman?"
Old Su replied, "I think that job is quite good. Just last month, over a dozen college students joined our company. Most importantly, I can take care of Qianfan."
He said this and gently nudged Ning Xiaolan's leg with his knee.
Having been married to Ning Xiaolan for so many years, they had an astonishing tacit understanding in communication.
"I can take care of Qianfan."
This sentence from Old Su was the key.
The implied meaning was: "With me watching my son-in-law, he at least won't make any misconduct errors behind Ziyu's back."
Ning Xiaolan understood instantly.
Pretending to ponder disdainfully for a moment, she nodded, "Qianfan, if you're bored at home, you can go out with your dad for some fresh air. But don't overexert yourself. Ziyu can earn money, we're not short of a few pennies."
Su Ziyu gritted her teeth in hatred.
But she could only nod along with Old Su, agreeing that Ning Xiaolan was right.
Her right hand, holding the crab claw, quietly rested on Li Qianfan's leg.
"Ah!"
Before she could pinch him, Li Qianfan cried out in pain, "Wife, why are you pinching me with the claw?"
Ning Xiaolan was stunned.
Su Ziyu kicked away her chair and turned to flee the dining room.
Ten minutes later.
Su Ziyu, with another bruise on her backside, dutifully brought Li Qianfan a basin of foot-washing water.
"Sigh, this little life is just too comfortable."
Li Qianfan sat on the sofa, sighed contentedly, and picked up his phone, taking photos.
Posted on social media.
With the caption: "A virtuous wife at home."
It was late at night.
The man with a virtuous wife at home lay spread-eagle on the wide and large bed, sleeping soundly like last night.
His virtuous wife stood by the bed, holding a baseball bat high, glaring at him fiercely, wanting to split the mountain one moment and strike the yellow dragon the next.
After practicing for a long time, she never dared to strike and had to sleep on the floor mat, staring at the ceiling for a while before gradually falling asleep.
At the same time—
Mo Bin threw a bank card in front of a scarred man.
His sinister voice, like a viper's hiss, said, "Remember, you must not hurt him!"