The CEO’s Substitute Wife Is A Genius
Chapter 322: Manman is Not Your Daughter

Chapter 322: Chapter 322: Manman is Not Your Daughter

Jiang Yueping and Hu Fangqin were currently entertaining their prospective son-in-law.

This was Liu Qinglong’s first visit, and he brought many gifts.

Loaded with big and small packages, he was quite willing to spend money.

"Dad, mom, these things cost tens of thousands, and also this!"

Jiang Rou pulled out a jewelry box.

When the box opened, Hu Fangqin’s eyes sparkled.

It wasn’t that she hadn’t seen the world before.

Back at the Hu family’s place, with her father’s doting and her brother’s love, what didn’t she have?

Since marrying Jiang Yueping, her life had become increasingly difficult.

The jewelry she wore got cheaper and cheaper.

"This bracelet cost thirty thousand."

Jiang Rou was beaming with pride, quite pleased with herself.

"Mom, do you like it?"

"Like it, of course I love it!" Hu Fangqin was moved to tears.

A daughter by nurture rather than nature, so it’s said, blood relations aren’t that important; it’s those raised by your side with whom you share affection.

"What kind of work does our son-in-law do?" Jiang Yueping asked, smiling from ear to ear.

Since their daughter started dating him, he occasionally brought things home.

From the tone of their daughter, this time she’d latched onto a real tycoon.

Various designer bags and jewelry at home, according to Rourou, were worth hundreds of thousands.

"I work with societies," Liu Qinglong said, mimicking the terminology from Hong Kong dramas.

Dressed very modestly today, he didn’t look like a bad person, and paired with his constant wearing of Buddha Beads, he exuded an air of a peaceful Buddhist disciple.

Except for being a bit older, in Jiang Yueping’s view, he had no other flaws.

"Societies? Can working with societies make that much money?" Hu Fangqin expressed her skepticism.

"Societies is just a euphemism, Brother Long is the boss of the Qinglong Gang," Jiang Rou said, eyes alight with excitement.

The words "Qinglong Gang" nearly made Jiang Yueping and Hu Fangqin lose their balance.

Turns out it’s the underworld!

"The nation is cracking down hard on gangsters now..." Jiang Yueping said, apprehensively avoiding Liu Qinglong’s gaze.

Liu Qinglong laughed heartily, "Uncle, that’s the old underworld from ten or twenty years ago, nowadays we’ve gone legit, we don’t engage in illegal activities, just running bars, KTVs, foot spas, and nightclubs, all respectable businesses."

"Bars, foot spas, nightclubs, indeed, those are quite profitable." Hu Fangqin’s eyes twinkled.

Just a few words from Liu Qinglong, and she was already more than satisfied with her prospective son-in-law.

"Fangqin, what are you waiting for? Why not go and get a fruit plate?"

"Yes, yes, I’ll make some tea. Qinglong, right? Is Dragon Well tea okay?"

"Anything works."

Liu Qinglong was around forty years old, actually a peer of Jiang Yueping and Hu Fangqin.

The three of them, nearly 150 years combined, exchanged pleasantries, while Jiang Rou casually took a seat.

With Liu Qinglong’s backing, she was now very bold in this family.

She was no longer afraid of her adoptive father’s chauvinism.

If it were before, she wouldn’t dare to sit down before her father had.

Now, it was different; she could sit wherever she liked, whenever she wanted.

Thus, marrying the right husband can change a woman’s destiny.

"Qinglong, have a seat," Jiang Yueping gestured to Liu Qinglong.

Liu Qinglong, unceremoniously, plopped down on the sofa, instantly radiating powerful vibes.

After all, accustomed to being the boss, he naturally exuded an aura of authority.

"Qinglong..." Jiang Yueping was about to inquire into Liu Qinglong’s background.

Just then, the doorbell of their home rang.

Jiang Rou was about to get up when Hu Fangqin came out from the kitchen, "I’ll get it."

Her son-in-law was at home, how could they have Jiang Rou run errands?

Even if not for the monk, the Buddha’s face should be considered.

Hu Fangqin went to answer the door, thinking it was a neighbor coming to borrow something.

The moment the door opened, she was startled by the distinguished man in a suit standing before her.

This was an old neighborhood, they knew all their neighbors who came and went; where could such a charismatic, clearly non-poor man come from?

"Who are you?" Hu Fangqin asked uncertainly.

"Manman’s foster father," The man’s voice was rich, deep and forceful.

His voice carried penetrative power, directly reaching inside the house.

Hearing his voice, Liu Qinglong instantly tensed up and reflexively stood up.

He strode towards the door. As he saw the man standing at the doorway, the strand of Buddha Beads in his hand snapped as he accidentally loosened his grip, causing beads to scatter all over with a clattering noise.

"King..." He faltered, where was the aura of a boss?

He was about to speak again, but was stopped by a sharp look from the man.

King had come up alone, leaving Yin Hu and Vermilion Bird waiting downstairs.

"Son-in-law... do you know each other?" Hu Fangqin shifted her head skeptically.

"Mistook the person," Liu Qinglong quickly corrected.

"I thought so," Hu Fangqin muttered quietly.

Their demeanors were completely different; they didn’t look like they were from the same circle.

"Ah? Wait! What did you just say? Manman’s foster father?" Hu Fangqin, coming to a realization, inevitably raised her voice.

Hearing her exclamation, Jiang Yueping and Jiang Rou quickly walked over.

They sized up the man, instantly feeling a peculiar emotion stirring within.

The man appeared to be in his thirties or forties, very charismatic, dressed in what seemed to be an expensive suit.

In his middle age, his physique was impressively maintained, his face bore wrinkles, but he showed no signs of corpulence.

Rather, he resembled a walking clothes rack.

Jiang Rou had learned a new phrase recently—"uncle fantasy," was this what it described?

The family of three were stunned, looking at each other, unsure of how to respond.

They did not know whether Manman’s foster father was here to express gratitude or to pick a fight?

Being of the same age, King’s handsomeness and charisma had Hu Fangqin absolutely captivated.

Not just Hu Fangqin, Jiang Rou also felt her heart flutter, subconsciously licking her lips.

King remained aloof, his face void of any emotions.

He pushed past Hu Fangqin who was in his way and glanced at the slippers on the doormat.

He didn’t change his shoes, just walked straight into the house, casting casual glances around.

His gaze sharp, his voice chillingly cold, "With such conditions, you dare to deceive my daughter?"

His voice maintained its penetrative power, and although he spoke with his back to them, they were all, to varying extents, intimidated by his icy manner.

There was something indescribably daunting about this man.

"Sir, don’t use such harsh words, what do you mean by deceive? We are acknowledging our biological daughter, letting her acknowledge her ancestry, what’s wrong with that?"

"You come uninvited, what exactly do you want?" Jiang Yueping didn’t bother being reasonable.

Feeling that this man had ill intentions, he immediately showed a scowl, "If it’s nothing important, you’re not welcome to stay!"

Liu Qinglong, standing to one side, was sweating coldly.

Thank goodness he was the young lady’s biological father, if it were some average Joe who dared to speak to King that way, they probably wouldn’t leave without losing their tongue.

"Manman is not your daughter. The distress you’ve caused her recently, I’m here to settle that score now," he said flatly, sending shivers down the spine.

"Not our daughter? What nonsense are you spouting? You want to settle scores? Fine, let’s see who really owes who!"

With his son-in-law Liu Qinglong around, Jiang Yueping felt invincible.