Nangong Jue frowned: "Just calling her out will prove it." Does he expect him to carry his marriage certificate with him at all times?

"Call her out? What if you're a bad guy?" Another plump woman rolled her eyes.

"That's right. If you want to see Alan, you'll have to prove you're really her man. Our Alan is so beautiful, what if she tries to seduce you?"

"Yeah, I saw on TV before that all the scammers these days are pretty good-looking."

"Absolutely. If you're too ugly, nobody's going to bother with you, right?"

"Is he really Alan's man? How could he not come to see his parents-in-law?"

"Therefore, this person is definitely up to no good."

...

The group chatted while glancing at Nangong Jue, as if he were the handsome conman.

Nangong Jue was speechless, feeling like a scholar encountering a soldier, and also helpless, wondering why he had never been here before.

Black Hawk glanced at the sky silently. His boss's charm was completely overwhelmed here, and for some reason, he actually felt... quite happy.

Finally, Nangong Jue had no choice but to take out his phone and dial Le Yao's number. However, he was told that the phone was turned off. Helpless, he tried to call someone else, but found that he didn't remember Shen Yi's number at all. He did have Yuan Bin and Tao Qing's numbers, but he didn't dare to call them, because he was afraid that if he did, he would be exposed.

"Uncles and aunts, you can just go and inform them," Nangong Jue said patiently. "With so many of you here, I can't do anything malicious, can I?"

“That won’t do. What if you threaten her behind her back?” Another tall, strong woman walked over, her voice also very loud.

The others nodded and greeted her, calling her "Eighth Grandma," "Eighth Aunt," and "Eighth Great-Grandma," indicating that although she was not old, she was of a very high generation.

The person who came was Li Damei, the village chief's wife, also known as Li Dajiao.

Li Dajiao walked up to Nangong Jue and said, "He's good-looking and looks presentable, but nobody in our village knows about the marriage, and you haven't come to offer betrothal gifts, so just talking about it is useless."

Nangong Jue felt like a scholar encountering a soldier. In the end, he had no choice but to call Fang Ming and ask him to take the marriage certificate from his office drawer, take a picture of it, and send it to him.

"Now you believe me, right?" Nangong Jue showed the photo.

"It does look real..." Li Dajiao nodded.

Nangong Jue felt like vomiting blood. What do you mean by "looks real"? This is real, okay?

“However…” Li Dajiao raised his eyes.

Nangong Jue's heart jumped into his throat.

"Do you dislike our Alan?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Baozhu and the others have never mentioned you, and you weren't there when Baozhu broke his leg..."

Nangong Jue fell silent. He hadn't paid attention to his wife's affairs before, and when he learned that Han Baozhu had broken his leg, he wanted to help but there was no way to do so, because Qiao Qiao had arranged everything for her.

"Alright." At this moment, Han Kuan walked over. "Stop crowding around. Gou Dan, go and inform Alan."

The group of women then stopped saying anything.

Nangong Jue breathed a sigh of relief and gave Han Kuan a grateful look. After all, dealing with these aunties was more tiring than negotiating a business deal worth hundreds of millions.