SY - 70

Song Luo finally gave Jiang Yanzhou a beating.

He cursed, “You’re so capable, you tricked my sister into dating you, and now you’re going to trick her into marrying you, too?”

Jiang Yanzhou had an extremely deceptive face.

He was refined and cultured, and coupled with his usually sparse words, he always gave people the false impression that he had a very good temper.

In reality, he didn’t.

His temper was on par with Song Luo’s; otherwise, the two wouldn’t have gotten along so well.

Song Luo’s punch didn’t hold back, directly busting Jiang Yanzhou’s lip.

Jiang Yanzhou pressed his tongue against his cheek. The soreness made him frown slightly, and he cursed softly, “Damn it.”

He took out a gray handkerchief from his suit pocket and wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth. “For Song Zhi’s sake, I’ll let you off this time.”

Song Luo sneered, “My sister’s face is something you can use?”

Jiang Yanzhou buttoned his suit jacket and cursed him as an idiot.

He turned and left.

Song Luo persistently chased after him, “You haven’t explained yourself, damn it! What did you mean just now? What do you mean Song Zhi moved in with you?”

Jiang Yanzhou stopped, looking at him. “We’re getting married. Where else would she live if not with me?”

“Damn, when did she agree to marry you?”

“Soon. I’ve already proposed.”

“How come I don’t know?”

“I didn’t propose to you.”

“Jiang Yanzhou, you’re really something.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Two young women, arm in arm, walked past, frequently giving them ambiguous glances.

Their deliberately lowered voices carried a hint of excitement: “Which one do you think is the top and which is the bottom?”

“The one in the suit is clearly the top, the abstinent and cold top. The one in casual clothes is obviously the bottom, the hot-tempered bottom.”

“I actually think the one in the suit is the bottom.”

“No matter who’s the top or bottom, they’re too good to ship.”

“I’m dying from the cuteness, I’m dying!”

Song Luo’s face completely darkened, and he roared, “You damn well try shipping that to your grandpa, screw you!”

The two girls were startled by his fierceness and quickly walked away.

Jiang Yanzhou glanced at him and walked away.

Song Luo chased after him. “Don’t you dare leave yet, damn it! Explain yourself!”

“I think I’ve made myself clear enough.”

He sneered, “Is this how you treat your future brother-in-law?”

The hand opening the car door stopped. Jiang Yanzhou rested his elbow on the car door frame, a slight smirk playing on his lips. “Admitting it?”

Song Luo saw his smug face and wanted to punch him again.

But what could he do when Song Zhi liked him?

No matter how annoyed he was, he could only endure it.

“Come to our house for dinner today. Tomorrow, I’ll go back to my hometown with Song Zhi to visit our parents’ graves and see them. If you’re free, come along.”

These words meant that he was accepting him as family.

Jiang Yanzhou closed the rear car door and tapped on the driver’s side window. “Zhang Yi, get out.”

Zhang Yi looked confused. “What?”

Jiang Yanzhou said, “You can leave work early today and go home to rest.”

Zhang Yi hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Song Luo, who was standing nearby with an unfriendly expression.

He looked a bit worried, “Boss...”

“It’s fine, get out of the car.”

Since Jiang Yanzhou said so, he had no choice but to comply.

After he left, Jiang Yanzhou got into the driver’s seat. “Get in, I’ll drive you back.”

Even a magician couldn’t change faces as quickly as he did.

Song Luo muttered a low curse, pulled open the car door, and got in.

Song Zhi hasn’t been working recently and is resting at home.

She’s busy preparing for wedding-related matters.

Jiang Yanzhou’s idea was to get the marriage certificate tomorrow, but Song Zhi felt he was too impatient.

He sweet-talked and coaxed her, and Song Zhi couldn’t resist his gentle offensive, so she agreed.

Now, she was worried about how to break the news to Song Luo.

He always hoped that Song Zhi would find a refined and cultured man, preferably someone like a teacher or lawyer.

In his eyes, Jiang Yanzhou was a human trafficker who had abducted his sister, so he definitely wouldn’t consider him.

Thinking of this, she felt a little troubled.

How should she persuade him?

As she worried about this, the doorbell rang.

She got up and went over. “Coming!”

She opened the door, and the first person she saw was Song Luo, followed by Jiang Yanzhou beside him.

Song Zhi was briefly surprised by their simultaneous appearance, then her gaze fell on Jiang Yanzhou’s slightly swollen cheek, and she asked worriedly, “What happened to your face?”

He glanced at Song Luo, who looked guilty and darted his eyes around.

“I accidentally bumped into something.”

Jiang Yanzhou smiled and gently rubbed his cheek a few times. “It’s nothing serious, not bad.”

Song Zhi clearly didn’t believe him. “You can get a bump like that?”

“Yeah, I wasn’t paying attention to the road, and by the time I reacted, it was too late.”

Fortunately, she wasn’t particularly bright and was easily fooled.

“Then be careful! You’re such a big person, yet you don’t even watch where you’re going.”

She stood up. “Perfect! I personally cooked today. Let me offer you some of the new dishes I’ve learned recently.”

She’s been diligently studying cooking lately to become a qualified little trophy wife.

Song Luo was undoubtedly her most convenient guinea pig.

The latter, deeply affected, grabbed his jacket and stood up. “I just remembered I have something to take care of today. I’ll just...”

Song Zhi raised an eyebrow. “Hmm?”

He obediently sat down. “Then I’ll eat before I go.”

Her smile was adorable. “Brother is so good.”

Song Luo: “...”

Song Zhi went into the kitchen and brought out all the dishes, introducing them one by one: “Spicy chicken, Kung Pao chicken, fish-flavored shredded pork, stir-fried broccoli, and tomato and egg soup. Hurry and try them to see how they taste.”

Song Luo hesitated and asked her, “Have you tasted them?”

She smiled innocently, “No.”

“...Alright.”

He slowly picked up his chopsticks, constantly observing Jiang Yanzhou’s expression next to him, hoping to judge whether the food was edible.

Song Zhi actually knew how to cook some simple dishes, but she hadn’t done it in a long time. Plus, with all this chicken and meat, she had no idea how to tell if it was cooked through.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call it a dark dish.

Jiang Yanzhou picked up a piece of chicken, chewing it slowly and elegantly.

Song Zhi asked him expectantly, “How is it? Is it good?”

He smiled and nodded. “It’s delicious, Zhizhi is amazing.”

Then he picked up another piece and put it in his mouth.

Seeing his reaction, Song Luo breathed a sigh of relief and took a bite himself. The moment he bit into it, his whole body stiffened.

It was too damn salty!

He drank water furiously but couldn’t get rid of the extremely salty, uncomfortable taste.

He looked with some disbelief at Jiang Yanzhou, who was sitting next to him, eating an entire plate without changing his expression.

...Alright, he now believed that Jiang Yanzhou truly loved Song Zhi.