Chapter 148 Male Daughter-in-Law

The atmosphere at the Duan family's residence is somewhat unsettled today.

In the living room, Yun Lanshuang sat calmly to one side, drinking tea. She was going out later; she had an appointment at the beauty salon today.

Duan Mingxiao sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. The boy was wearing a dark jacket, and his slender fingers were sliding across the screen. The young master was playing a match-3 game out of boredom.

He went to F country yesterday and stayed with Cong Chun for one night before returning to China.

As soon as Duan Mingxiao returned to China, Butler Chen told him to go back to the old house, as his father had something to tell him.

Inside the airport, Duan Mingxiao sat with his legs straddling a sturdy suitcase, slightly bent, and the boy couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Is that old man going to put the company under my control? He's acting all formal."

Immediately afterwards, the young master coughed lightly.

"Forget it, I won't hold those past things against this old man who's over fifty."

"Hehe, I'll reluctantly take over the company for him."

"Even if you just manage it casually, it's still better than him."

Butler Chen, standing to the side, broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing his young master's "outrageous" words.

The gentleman is forty-five years old this year.

My goodness, young master, stop praising yourself all day long.

After all, Butler Chen looked very serious when he saw Duan Chengshan return to the Duan family this time.

My goodness, young master, you'd better pray for yourself.

At this moment, Duan Mingxiao was sitting on the sofa, idly playing Candy Crush.

Duan Chengshan, who was standing nearby, was furious when he caught a glimpse of Duan Mingxiao's phone screen.

What kind of time is this to be playing games here?

If Duan Chengshan had to say what he regretted most, it would be that he possessed wisdom far exceeding that of ordinary people.

Duan Mingxiao is his son, who inherited his intelligence, resulting in him consistently ranking at the top of his class from childhood to adulthood. Duan Mingxiao excels at everything he does.

Duan Mingxiao can get whatever he wants with ease, which is why the other party has become so lawless.

Duan Chengshan would rather Duan Mingxiao were a little less intelligent.

The man sat in the main seat of the hall. Time had left fine lines at the corners of Duan Chengshan's eyes, but one could still glimpse the handsome and dashing appearance he had in his youth.

Duan Chengshan suppressed a hint of anger as he looked at Duan Mingxiao, who was playing a game to the side.

"Duan Mingxiao, you're really something. You always manage to get me into some trouble every now and then."

"Look at the awful things you've done."

"It's indecent to hug and kiss a man in the street."

The photo clearly shows Cong Chun with her arm around the young master's neck yesterday. It was taken without her knowledge and then somehow ended up in Duan Chengshan's hands.

The young master's hands kept moving as he continued playing Candy Crush.

The next second, Duan Mingxiao glanced at the photo, a hint of pleasure in his voice.

"Hey, old man."

"Where did you find this photographer? He took some pretty good pictures of me."

"After I finish this game, send me the other person's phone number."

"When I get married to my wife, I'll ask him to take some photos for me at the wedding."

Duan Chengshan was furious. The man lowered his eyebrows and eyes, speaking in a sarcastic tone with a hint of coldness.

"Wow, that's impressive, you found a male wife."

"Anyway, I can't let you act like this."

Although Duan Chengshan would not allow his child to enter into a business marriage, he could not accept that Duan Mingxiao's future wife would be a man.

Duan Mingxiao then put down his phone, his narrow eyes showing an unprecedented calm.

But anyone with eyes could see that he was angry.

Yun Lan Shuang, standing to the side, sipped her tea and watched the father and son argue.

The male daughter-in-law is indeed quite special; he's probably the first case like this in the community.

Duan Mingxiao lifted his eyelids, looked at Duan Chengshan, and spoke in a calm and even tone.

"Is it true that you would accept me if I found someone of the opposite sex?"

"Then I can go find someone of the opposite sex."

Duan Chengshan coldly agreed, seemingly not expecting Duan Mingxiao to compromise.

The next second, the young master in front of him spoke leisurely, his dark and narrow eyes staring at Duan Chengshan, and he curled his lips into a wicked smile.

His low, husky voice had a touch of magnetism.

"Alright, I'll get a sex change tonight."

"Have Butler Chen book me a flight to T country tonight."

Duan Mingxiao had just finished speaking.

Yunlan, who was standing to the side, spat out the mouthful of tea she hadn't yet swallowed.

Wait, did she hear that right?

Duan Chengshan sat in his seat, his face a mixture of pale and ashen.

"Nonsense! Duan Mingxiao, you're utterly ridiculous!"

Duan Mingxiao chuckled and looked at the man slowly.

"Okay, then I'll ask you one last question."

"If my mom had been a man, would you still have stayed with her?"

Duan Chengshan was stunned for a moment, then he felt Yun Lanshuang's death gaze fall on him.

Duan Chengshan nodded stiffly, and after a moment Yun Lanshuang slowly sipped her tea.

The young master stood up, one hand in his pocket, a hint of smugness in his eyes, and patted Duan Chengshan on the shoulder with the other.

That solves it.

"You have to accept that your son is gay."

But in fact, Young Master Duan is a climacteric.

Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao nodded slightly, revealing a smooth and sharp jawline, a high nose bridge, and a half-smile in his narrow eyes, his thin lips slightly parted.

"I look forward to showing my father the photos next time."

"This is our wedding photo."

"Don't worry about your son's marriage. After all, I excel at everything I do, and I can make my marriage as happy and fulfilling as yours and your mother's."

Duan Chengshan was so angry he almost fainted.

Yun Lanshuang coughed a few times to ease the atmosphere.

"Alright, alright, I think when things aren't too busy at the end of the year, I'll bring that kid over for a meal."

In the blink of an eye, the four-day AM company exchange event came to an end.

Returning to Yenching University, the scenery was still familiar, but some things had quietly changed.

Within this month, Cong Chun not only appeared on the confession wall three times, but was also secretly photographed from different angles.

Every now and then, classmates would come up and ask for Cong Chun's contact information.

What's more, on one occasion the eldest son was also present.

Duan Mingxiao was so angry that he couldn't eat for three days.

However, in a moment of thought, Duan Mingxiao calmed himself down. His wife was so outstanding, it would be abnormal if no one liked her. However, none of those people could compare to even a single finger of his.

It's true that he's more shameless than Duan Mingxiao; he actually dared to covet Duan Mingxiao's people.

He accompanied Cong Chun back to meet his grandmother. Did they meet the parents?

He slept with Cong Chun, who was "afraid." Did they have the right to do so?

His radish was pulled up by Cong Chun, do they deserve it?

However, the eldest son has a very hot temper, and on Saturday he said he wanted to stew a winter melon and pork rib soup to cool down.

Duan Mingxiao was busy in the kitchen.

On the balcony, Cong Chun is transplanting small flower seedlings into larger flowerpots.

The balcony has now been transformed into a small garden by Cong Chun. When the weather is nice, the scenery here is particularly pleasant, adding a lot of color to their cohabitation. Just looking at it makes one feel much better.

The next second, he heard the sound of a cleaver hitting a wooden board. Duan Mingxiao vented his anger on the ribs on the board.

The ingredients have all been prepared by professionals, so you just need to add them directly.

Duan Mingxiao was wearing gloves, and his face clearly showed his disgust.

Cut these bastards into sections like the ribs in front of you.

Being Duan Mingxiao's wife means you don't have to do anything.

Cong Chun likes to build a career, so let him go and build a career.

He loved farming, so he drove a bulldozer and moved all the soil from his village to Jinghai City.

If it weren't for the fear of upsetting the other party and the fact that Cong Chun would be exhausted, Duan Mingxiao would have given all of Jinghai's construction project resources for this year to Cong Chun.

If you become his wife, you'll have everything you want.

The young master never felt that there was anything he couldn't give.

He was born with love and money, more than he could ever spend.

Hearing the noise coming from the kitchen, Cong Chun smiled helplessly, but continued shoveling dirt into his hands.

He planted a new pot of strawberries today.