Liu Nanfeng knew his identity, and Zhan Zhongxiao was not surprised.
If what Su Jinxiu said that day was true, Liu Nanfeng already knew her identity, and he would know his identity sooner or later.
He felt it was already too late to reveal it now.
The last time he invited Liu Nanfeng over for dinner, he might have intended for Liu Nanfeng to reveal himself, but he hadn't expected Liu Nanfeng to just have dinner and leave.
If Liu Nanfeng didn't mention it, he wouldn't bring it up.
"That..."
"Don't worry, I don't discriminate against demons. Look at my wife."
Speaking of which, Zhan Zhongxiao was very curious.
"When your wife was dating you, did she reveal it directly, or did she tell you later?"
"Does that matter?" Liu Nanfeng smiled.
"Yes, it's not that important."
Zhan Zhongxiao thought of his parents. In fact, his mother only found out about his father's identity many years after they were married, and then he was born.
"Are you and your wife planning to have children?"
"Let's take it as it comes. If it doesn't work out, having a little demon wouldn't be bad either."
Liu Nanfeng thought of Little Carp, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.
Zhan Zhongxiao opened his mouth, wanting to say that demons in their transformed state are different from demons not in their transformed state. Only transformed demons could be called intelligent beings. Demons that had not transformed could only be called food; they were completely different species.
However, seeing the smiling look on Liu Nanfeng's face, he couldn't bring himself to say it.
"Don't talk about me, what about you?" Liu Nanfeng asked.
"What about me?"
"Are you going to have children in the future? If you manage to win Wenhui over, after you get married, are you planning to have children?"
As he spoke, Liu Nanfeng's mind involuntarily conjured an image of Shen Wenhui's expression when she had a panda. But a panda wouldn't be bad either. At least it was a Class I protected animal, and it would never have to worry about food or drink.
If he and Su Jinxiu had a little skeleton? A skeleton soldier? Liu Nanfeng quickly dismissed this thought, as the image was too horrifying.
"My parents are urging me," Zhan Zhongxiao said, his voice low.
His saying this meant that his father was ready to make a sacrifice.
Only through this method could their family be passed down from generation to generation. It was cruel, but also "beautiful."
After chatting for a while, Zhan Zhongxiao took the initiative to stand up and leave the room. After all, Su Huamei was still outside, and he couldn't leave her alone.
"Let me cut you some watermelon."
This time, Liu Nanfeng did not refuse. Zhan Zhongxiao took a watermelon out of the refrigerator.
"Isn't this the one I bought last time?"
"How could it be? That was eaten long ago," Zhan Zhongxiao said speechlessly.
Then he found a knife, cut the watermelon, and handed the best part in the middle to Su Huamei. This was a matter of politeness.
"Thank you," Su Huamei said, taking it.
"You're welcome. My place is quite simple, with nothing here," Zhan Zhongxiao said a little embarrassed.
Then, Su Huamei handed the watermelon in her hand to Liu Nanfeng, who was beside her.
Liu Nanfeng also took it naturally, without any politeness. Then Su Huamei casually took a piece from the table and tasted it.
Seeing their skillful and intimate actions, a hint of doubt, a hint of strangeness flashed in Zhan Zhongxiao's eyes.
"Wow, how long has this watermelon been in the fridge? It's so thoroughly chilled." Liu Nanfeng took a bite, and a wave of coolness immediately rushed to his forehead. It was incredibly comfortable.
"I bought it last night," Zhan Zhongxiao said.
He suppressed his doubts and sat down.
"What kind of work does Miss Su do?" Zhan Zhongxiao asked.
"I'm a lawyer," Su Huamei replied.
"Oh?" Zhan Zhongxiao seemed a little surprised.
"What about you? What kind of work do you do?" Su Huamei asked.
"Like me, an unemployed vagrant," Liu Nanfeng interjected.
"Nonsense, I have my own business. I mainly develop software. Besides taking on outsourcing jobs, I also develop some small applications myself."
"Do you pay social security?" Liu Nanfeng asked.
"No, I pay it myself. What's wrong?"
"If you don't have a unit to pay social security, you're an unemployed vagrant." Liu Nanfeng said.
Zhan Zhongxiao: ...
"Talking to you is going to drive me to death," Zhan Zhongxiao said after a long pause.
"I didn't say that. My parents said that. They always say I'm an unemployed vagrant." Liu Nanfeng replied.
Zhan Zhongxiao fell silent, because his parents actually thought the same way, unless he ran his own business.
As long as one wasn't working in a formal company and didn't have a company to help pay social security, they were considered unemployed vagrants by their definition.
After eating the watermelon, Zhan Zhongxiao took Su Huamei to tour his "studio," as if to prove that he really had a job and was not an unemployed vagrant.
However, Liu Nanfeng felt he was overthinking it. The things in his room only solidified his identity as an unemployed homebody.
Of course, Su Huamei didn't discriminate against unemployed vagrants, as she had one by her side and was used to it.
Seeing that it was getting late, Liu Nanfeng asked Zhan Zhongxiao, "Where did you book? Should we leave now?"
"Haiheng Restaurant, do you remember?" Zhan Zhongxiao asked with a smile.
Liu Nanfeng thought about it and then shook his head. He didn't have any impression.
"It's the one we used to pass by on the way home from school. You always said it smelled good, and that you'd eat there every day when you grew up and had money."
Liu Nanfeng seemed to realize something. "Is that restaurant still there?"
"The restaurant is still there. It's been renovated. I don't know if the owner is still the same owner, but the food still tastes good. I've eaten there a few times."
"It's so far away. If I had known, I would have driven here. Then let's go now, we can't keep Wenhui waiting."
It was almost eleven o'clock, and the appointment with Shen Wenhui was at twelve. It would take at least half an hour to get there, and longer if there was traffic.
"It's convenient to take a taxi. Driving makes parking difficult."
Zhan Zhongxiao also felt a bit anxious. He grabbed a waist bag, put it on, and was about to leave.
Su Huamei walked in the front. At the entrance, she took off her slippers and put on her glitter high heels.
Liu Nanfeng and Zhan Zhongxiao also changed their shoes. Both of them were wearing sneakers.
As soon as Liu Nanfeng put his shoes on, he noticed that the shoelace on his right foot had come loose.
"You should buy shoes like mine. Just press lightly, and they tie automatically," Zhan Zhongxiao, who was behind Liu Nanfeng, said with a touch of smugness.
As he spoke, he lifted his foot and pressed the heel on the left side. Sure enough, the opening of the shoe immediately tightened.
But the smile on his face lasted less than three seconds.
He saw Su Huamei, who was standing at the door, squat down, tuck her hair behind her ear, and then reach out to tie Liu Nanfeng's shoelace.
Zhan Zhongxiao: ...
Is this really his sister-in-law?
Zhan Zhongxiao would never believe it.
Is this something a sister-in-law would do?
The most important thing was that at the same age, he didn't have any, but Liu Nanfeng had two, and both of them were obedient to him.
Although humans and demons were different, the difference was too great.
Zhan Zhongxiao felt that his newly bought shoes didn't seem so nice anymore. Even the anticipation and excitement of seeing Shen Wenhui soon were greatly diminished.
Is this something a human would do?
He thought Liu Nanfeng was the one who wasn't human.
Zhan Zhongxiao went downstairs with a depressed mood.
"Is it okay to park my electric scooter here? This is a new car I just bought."
"It's fine. This neighborhood is very safe," said a dejected Zhan Zhongxiao.
"Alright then, I'll leave it here for now and pick it up when I get back tonight."
Liu Nanfeng was relieved to hear this. He hailed a taxi and headed straight for Haiheng Restaurant.
However, along the way, Zhan Zhongxiao, who was sitting in the passenger seat, kept looking back through the rearview mirror.
Seeing Su Huamei holding Liu Nanfeng's arm and leaning closely against him, his suspicion was further confirmed.
ps: And then