His Marriage Partner is Scheming

There is a vague density floating in the evening sky, and the air is scattered particles, rendering the daily landscape into an oil painting-like texture.

Today's sunset is pink, Chi Xueyan thought so when he walked into the house.

The huge house is very quiet, except for faint movements from the kitchen, and the smell of food wafting from time to time.

The aunt hired to cook was busy, she stuck her head out when she heard the sound, and greeted him with a smile: "Xiao Yan is back."

Chi Xueyan smiled back and said, "Aunt Ling, what are you eating today?"

"It's all your favorite food, and you even made chicken soup." Aunt Ling has worked in his house all year round and has a very close relationship with him. "I really want to drink soup."

Chi Xueyan thought for a while: "Is there any sweet soup for reducing fire?"

"Are you on fire? This season is so irritating." Aunt Ling immediately counted, "Then how about stewed white fungus? Mung beans are also available, and I have all the ingredients, so I'll prepare them right away."

"Thank you, Aunt Ling." Chi Xueyan specially reminded, "Remember to give my dad a big bowl later."

Aunt Ling was stunned for a moment, then showed a clear expression, and smiled helplessly: "Understood, wrap it on me."

After preparing the means of reducing the fire, Chi Xueyan went upstairs, found Han Zhenzhen's safe, and put the household registration book back in a big way, turning a blind eye to the alert light that was triggered on the side.

A quarter of an hour later, a familiar voice came from downstairs on time.

First came a irascible female voice who spoke very fast: "Did you notice Lao Li's expression during the meeting? I really thought you were being fooled? Sooner or later, I'll find a chance to put a sack on him and beat him so that he can't find Bei—"

Then there was a rough and powerful male voice: "It's agreed that we won't talk about business when we go home, let's talk about it tomorrow."

"Isn't the door closed yet? It's not counting after returning home. Why don't you use the name of training to clean him up?"

"…OK."

Followed by a resolute slam door.

After a brief silence, Han Zhenzhen's gentle voice sounded from downstairs: "Yanyan, we are back."

Facing the huge contrast that was happening day by day, Chi Xueyan still couldn't hold back and laughed.

He put the little red book in his pocket, and went downstairs as if nothing had happened: "Dad, Mom."

Han Zhenzhen was dressed in dark red business attire with a strong aura. He was casually throwing off his high heels, and waved the plastic bag in his hand to his son: "The uncle opposite the company has finally come out to stir-fry chestnuts again, eat them while they are hot."

Following him, Chi Zhongyuan squatted down obediently, and put his wife's high heels upright. His skillful movements matched his burly 1.9 meter physique, and there was a strange harmony.

Chi Xueyan took the sugar-fried chestnuts bought by her mother, washed her hands, sat down at the dining table, and started peeling the chestnuts peacefully.

After peeling the first fragrant chestnut, he shook Han Zhenzhen: "Mom."

Han Zhenzhen ate it with a smile, and praised it like coaxing a child: "I will buy it for you next time."

After Chi Xueyan handed her three pieces of chestnut meat one after another, she realized something, and suddenly became alert: "Do you want to go bungee jumping again on weekends? Or do you want us to go to a haunted house together?"

Han Zhenzhen observed his unusually well-behaved son today, and frowned: "No, it looks like a new pattern."

Ike Nakahara, who was taking a cold beer from the refrigerator, interjected, "Is it a safe?"

Han Zhenzhen was reminded: "By the way, why did you open the safe twice this afternoon? What are you looking for? If the alarm outside didn't respond, I thought it was a thief."

Chi Xueyan's parents run a large-scale security service company, which is a leader in the industry. From providing high-tech hardware for systemic security solutions to well-trained high-end security services, they have done a great job.

Therefore, the appearance of the Chi family's house is not obvious, but it is actually equipped with a lot of safety equipment.

Chi Xueyan turned her head and looked out of the window, and answered the wrong question: "Mom, look, the sky is pink today."

Han Zhenzhen: ...

She followed Chi Xueyan's gaze, sat up subconsciously, and tried to figure out her son's mysterious brain circuit.

Ike Nakahara noticed this unusual atmosphere, and immediately sat down holding a beer bottle.

Facing the parents who were sitting upright, Chi Xueyan smiled: "Don't be nervous, I just borrowed the household registration book for a short time."

Han Zhenzhen's expression was blank for a moment, and he said unexpectedly: "The household registration book? What are you doing with that..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she saw Chi Xueyan take out a small red book from her pocket and put it on the dining table calmly: "I got the certificate from someone."

Against the backdrop of the romantic peach-pink dusk, the three characters on the golden marriage certificate on the cover are shining brightly.

Han Zhenzhen's eyes widened.

Ike Nakahara, who was drinking beer silently, choked suddenly.

Amidst the splashing beer foam, Aunt Ling quickly ran over with a rag in her hands: "Oh, be careful—"

In the midst of chaos, Han Zhenzhen quickly found out the contact information of the fortune teller on his mobile phone, and was about to immediately ask for a way to resolve the catastrophe for his determined son.

Before dialing the number, she sighed deeply, and said with deep pain: "What should come will always come, life is life."

For a long time, Chi Xueyan would be forced to participate in blind dates because when Han Zhenzhen took him to fortune-telling when he was a child, he always said that he would suffer disasters in the future because of his emotional stubbornness, and his fate would be bleak, and Han Zhenzhen believed in this prediction very much.

Looking at it now, it is strangely consistent with the plot of the novel He Qiao said.

Hearing what Han Zhenzhen said, Chi Xueyan shook his head seriously.

He will not submit to his preordained fate.

"I didn't mess around," he said. "This man is the object of your satisfaction."

Han Zhenzhen was startled, put down his phone, picked up his son's marriage certificate, and took a deep breath before opening it.

In the photo on the blue background, Chi Xueyan and his handsome partner were wearing the same white shirt, shoulder to shoulder, smiling brightly.

She blurted out, "It's He Qiao?"

Chi Zhongyuan, who was still in shock, came over and blurted out: "Why is it not a photo with a red background? Ours is a photo with a red background."

As he said that, he turned the little red book over and over again, and said with a final word: "This must be false evidence!"

Chi Xueyan was silent, pointing helplessly at her flamboyant hair: "Red hair can't be photographed with a red background."

Han Zhenzhen mercilessly patted away the hands of the rough husband, and carefully observed the photo on the marriage certificate.

After a while, she looked up at her son, and her tone slowed down a bit: "You smiled happily when you took the picture."

Mothers can always detect subtle differences in the expressions of their children.

Chi Xueyan nodded without changing her face: "I like him a lot."

A quick flash marriage within one day, this kind of exciting and novelty, of course made him laugh a lot.

"But you guys just went on a blind date yesterday, and it was too soon, so you just met once." Han Zhenzhen corrected himself while talking, "No, you also ran out last night, and today...you met when you just met Three sides, it seems to be quite frequent."

Chi Xueyan babbled nonsense: "Love at first sight is like this, it's menacing."

Han Zhenzhen didn't know how to ask the question. After a moment of silence, he suddenly thought of another thing: "You didn't tell us in advance, didn't He Qiao either? Did his family agree?"

Although this blind date was initiated by He Qiao's older brother, He Xiao, both families are in business, and the business is not small, so they will inevitably think more about their children's marriage.

"Marriage is a matter between two people. I think mutual willingness is the most important thing." Chi Xueyan said, "And we signed a prenuptial agreement. All properties before and after marriage are independent of each other and will not affect the family."

In this way, there is no question of who is next to whom.

"He has a trustworthy and reliable temperament, so I suddenly have the urge to get married. When I have already developed this feeling, the effect of meeting him once is the same as meeting him a hundred times."

Chi Xueyan's tone was quite serious: "If this is the case, why wait? It is better to hit the sun than to choose a date. We decided to get the certificate today."

"I hope that getting married is a simple and pure matter. There is no property relationship between us, and no one is attached to another. It is only related to feelings. If we don't love in the future, we will simply separate."

"Of course, if you are very opposed to it, and even affect your family relationship, I can go and get a divorce certificate."

Chi Xueyan spread her hands: "Anyway, it's just a certificate, it's not a big deal."

After listening to his son's words, Han Zhenzhen and Chi Zhongyuan looked at each other in blank dismay.

Chi Xueyan, who loves to play since he was a child, has always been able to persuade them to allow him to do things that others see as deviant. For this, the couple often resist while accepting it, and their psychological endurance is constantly honed.

Hearing it this way, it seems that a flash marriage in one day is really not a big deal.

Because they believe that with their son's personality, it is entirely possible to go for a divorce tomorrow.

When the two of them frowned and pondered, Aunt Ling came out of the kitchen and served steaming dishes in a timely manner: "Eat."

Chi Xueyan took the initiative to get up to help her carry the dishes.

As the night falls, the lights are warm and yellow, the dishes on the table are rich, and the room is filled with a daily leisurely atmosphere.

Han Zhenzhen, who had a good initial impression of He Qiao, began to try to accept it.

She is most worried about one problem now.

Han Zhenzhen put vegetables into Chi Xueyan's bowl, with a serious expression: "Yanyan, tell me the truth, did I let you go on a blind date and annoyed you, so I wanted to find someone to deal with it?"

If this is the case, then she must not agree.

Chi Xueyan asked in a normal tone, "Mom, do you think I will marry someone I don't like?"

It was precisely because he didn't want Han Zhenzhen to have such worries that Chi Xueyan wanted to pretend that this marriage was born of love.

He couldn't explain the real reason to his mother, so he couldn't make her bear unwarranted self-blame.

Han Zhenzhen stared at his son, and shook his head after a while: "You won't."

After a sigh of relief, she rested her chin and muttered: "It was really love at first sight? It was fast enough, as expected of a young man..."

On the other side, Chi Zhongyuan complained slowly: "I have never seen this kid before, why did he get married?"

Compared to Han Zhenzhen who arranged a blind date, he knew nothing about He Qiao, and only glanced at the photo on the marriage certificate.

Strangers inexplicably became his son's partner, the future family.

Chi Zhongyuan became more and more angry, put down his chopsticks, and said angrily: "I don't think his body is strong enough, he must be unreliable, I have to train this kid."

Aunt Ling brought a bowl of white fungus soup just in time: "Don't worry, drink some sweet soup."

After eating half a bowl of soft, glutinous and sweet white fungus soup, Chi Zhongyuan, who has a sweet tooth, was quiet for two seconds, and immediately found a new problem, and said with a straight face: "We are both married, and they didn't take the initiative to see us. It's impolite. I owe it to you."

Han Zhenzhen couldn't help but rolled his eyes: "How long has it been, the two of them have only met a few times, okay?"

Chi Zhongyuan was immersed in anger, accentuated his tone, and insisted on emphasizing: "How can the marriage certificate photo be on a blue background!"

Aunt Ling laughed when she heard that, and hurriedly brought a big pot of mung bean soup: "It's iced, it's refreshing."

Chi Xueyan blinked at her, and Aunt Ling blinked back.

Hearing her husband's unreasonable troubles, Han Zhenzhen clenched her fists and said angrily, "Your son is said to have red hair, so he can't shoot with a red background!"

Chi Zhongyuan didn't dare to contradict her, so he silenced his voice for a moment, drank the mung bean soup in suspense, and said honestly after a while: "Tomorrow I will go to the company to clean up Lao Li."

Han Zhenzhen calmed down a bit: "Well, he should clean up."

Chi Zhongyuan added angrily: "Then deal with that kid."

"..." Han Zhenzhen didn't want to talk to him anymore, "You are a martial artist!"

While watching the excitement, Chi Xueyan drank mung bean soup, and couldn't help but think of He Qiao who should be dealing with his parents at home at this moment.

He has successfully passed the test, how will He Qiao convince his family?

In a moment of distraction, the doorbell rang.

Aunt Ling, who could hardly hold back her laughter, walked over quickly, looked at the video screen, and pressed the call button: "Who is it?"

Through the intercom, a slightly distorted magnetic male voice rang through the room.

"Hi, I'm He Qiao."

Hearing this unexpected voice, Chi Xueyan was rarely startled.

This time Chi Zhongyuan choked on the mung bean soup, he blushed and said in a hurry: "This, why did you come here without saying hello!"

Han Zhenzhen gave him a squinting look: "There are so many things. Sometimes I want people to come, and sometimes I don't want people to come."

She quickly calmed down, tucked her collar, got up calmly and walked towards the door.

The He Qiao on the screen was the same as the one she had seen in the photos before, except that her hair was a little disheveled by the wind, and she was faintly wet with sweat. She seemed to have arrived in a hurry, and her eyes were astonishingly bright.

Chi Xueyan came back to his senses, and walked quickly to his mother's side, with interest in his eyes.

Chi Zhongyuan finally stopped coughing, grabbed a golf club, and strode over.

He Qiao didn't know that there was already a family of three and an aunt standing behind the screen. He was at the gate outside the yard, watching the suddenly quiet intercom, and added: "Sorry, I didn't say hello before I came. I just wanted to send a gift. I don’t want to disturb you, I’ll leave as soon as I deliver it.”

He spoke sincerely. Aunt Ling and Han Zhenzhen looked at each other, tapped the video screen in tacit understanding, and called out the surveillance outside the gate of the courtyard wall.

A large area of ​​dazzling red instantly occupied their field of vision.

It is the same model as Chi Xueyan's sapphire blue sports car, but the body is dazzling flame red. At this time, the hood is open, and the co-driver and the rear seat are all piled up with beautifully blooming roses.

Aunt Ling was taken aback: "So many! How many flowers are there?"

He Qiao also didn't know that his car and flowers had been seen, so he explained in a nervous tone: "I was too hasty when I went to get the certificate in the afternoon, and I forgot to buy flowers. There should be flowers, so I bought some flowers, and some A little gift..."

Looking at the "Diandian" flower on the screen, Chi Zhongyuan snorted coldly with unknown meaning: "Old-fashioned."

The hand holding the golf club is a little looser.

Han Zhenzhen's eyes softened faintly. She pressed the door open button and asked, "What gift?"

The gate outside the yard slowly opened, allowing cars to drive in.

Chi Xueyan opened the door of the house at the same time, looking across the lawn path, the roses at the end of his sight were more vivid, and the fragrance seemed to linger in his breath.

He Qiao's voice was still pouring in from the walkie-talkie, honestly answering the question from the strange female voice.

"It's just a small gift for my uncle and aunt."

He turned around and walked to the sports car, and took out two beautifully wrapped gift boxes from under the roses, his voice became a little farther away: "There is a bottle of wine that my dad has kept for many years, and a piece of jade with a good water head, I Mom said it was consecrated in the temple..."

Chi Zhongyuan loves drinking, and Han Zhenzhen is keen on praying to God and worshiping Buddha.

Aunt Ling jokingly said, "Oh, you're quite careful."

Looking at the young man walking in with a gift in his arms, Han Zhenzhen looked back at her husband, Chi Zhongyuan had no choice but to look away, and reluctantly hid the golf club behind him.

She asked her son, who had never said a word, in a low voice, "Why only give it to the two of us?"

Chi Xueyan laughed softly: "I guess I have a part too."

It seems that he should refresh his impression of this newlywed partner.

He Qiao walked in and greeted the elders respectfully, and Aunt Ling enthusiastically accepted the gift in his hand.

When his hands were free, he took a small velvet box from his pocket.

Seeing what looked like a jewelry box, Han Zhenzhen finally raised his eyebrows, and after a brief exchange of greetings, he went to the kitchen to get a bowl and filled it with iced mung bean soup.

Chi Zhongyuan didn't think about how to communicate with He Qiao for a while, so he could only open the gift box containing the famous wine with a stiff expression.

When the elders had no time to take care of it, He Qiao put the velvet box in Chi Xueyan's palm, and said apologetically, "The time is too short, so I haven't been able to ask for your opinion. Let's wear it for now, and we can customize it together after the wedding." shape."

Chi Xueyan knowingly asked: "What is this?"

He Qiao and him looked at each other for a moment, then leaned slightly close to his ear, the rich rose fragrance from the corner of his clothes swept over in an instant, and there were also gentle whispers with a smile.

"It's the details of love."