Su Ran: "What nasty things did you say? Who did you curse? Did you curse Wei Zi?"
Yu Shuang: "Anyway, they were all very unpleasant words that I couldn't bring myself to say. Some of them insulted Zhentian, and some insulted Weizi."
Yu Shuang did not lie. When a street urchin came to threaten her, she naturally spoke wildly and said all kinds of nasty things. She told the truth. Of course, there was also an element of stirring up Su Ran's emotions. The main reason was that the other party was too bullying, and she was worried that Su Ran would not help, so she said that.
Su Ran thought for a moment and asked, "Uncle Shan, I haven't gotten to know this big boss. I only asked Yasuo to find someone to teach him a lesson. I didn't expect him to dare to come to my house and threaten me. Doesn't he know that Weizi is my girlfriend?"
Su Ran is a well-known figure after all. Why does he scold a woman without asking who her boyfriend is?
At this point, Yu Shuang has made everything clear, and Shan Zhentian, who wants to calm things down, can only say what he needs to say.
Take Shan Zhentian, his name sounds domineering, and he looks tall and mighty, but he just looks like a scholar. He is good at academic research, but his eloquence is useless when fighting against ruffians and deadbeats.
Shan Zhentian: "His name is Xue Jianping, a middle-aged man. He started out running KTVs and casinos in his early years. After making money, he became fond of collecting. I just met him not long ago. He asked me to appreciate an ancient painting. Then... now I don't know what's going on. Is the painting real or fake? Words are not enough, or facts are the truth. Anyway, the current painting is fake. He insists that I made a mistake and caused him to lose over 9 million yuan. I must compensate him. Since we only knew each other recently, Boss Xue doesn't know you."
There is no need for Shan Zhentian to show off everywhere that Su Ran is my son-in-law.
Shan Weizi: "Boss Xue...oh...him."
Su Ran: "Do you know him?"
Shan Weizi: "I don't know him. I've met him once. At the beginning of the month, I attended an art exhibition and saw my father and a boss looking at paintings. My father introduced him as Boss Xue. He had a face full of flesh and was hugging a young girl at his age. I knew he was not a good person at first glance."
Well……
Su Ran almost burst out laughing at this.
Although he was scolding Boss Xue, Shan Zhentian was already old, while Yu Shuang was only twenty-six or twenty-seven years old.
Shan Zhentian looked embarrassed, and Yu Shuang lowered her head in embarrassment.
Su Ran has the nerve to laugh at others. When you reach middle age, instead of finding a girlfriend who is eighteen or nineteen years old, Jill grows up.
Su Ran: "Oh, I see. Opening casinos and KTVs like this is impossible without some influence, so they have a bit of a shady background. These people are reluctant to suffer even the slightest loss. Uncle Shan, you think they won't give up. They come to your house every now and then to cause trouble, disrupting your family and career. If you want to deal with it, you have to eradicate it. Besides, I am also responsible for the current situation. Don't worry, I will handle this matter. Take care."
Shan Zhentian: "Don't make a big fuss."
Su Ran: "No, I won't do it. Don't worry, I know it in my heart. No matter what, since I scolded Wei Zi, I can't swallow this anger. I must make her admit her mistake before I will stop. By the way, does Mr. Xue have other famous paintings? The Wu style is the best."
Shan Zhentian: "Boss Xue showed me a landscape painting by Tang Yin before."
Su Ran: "Do you have a picture?"
Shan Zhentian: "Yes, I'll send it to you, uh... I can't send it to you. You need to apply to become friends before I can send it to you."
Su Ran: ...
So embarrassing...
Deleted my father-in-law.
Su Ran actually wanted to say, then send it to Shan Weizi.
But it’s not very good, so let’s add one.
Su Ran: "Okay, I know what to do now."
Yu Shuang bent over, holding her stomach: "Thank you, Master Su, thank you, Wei Zi."
Su Ran: "Uh..."
Su Ran felt that being called Young Master Su sounded somewhat strange.
Whether or not to dislike Yu Shuang is one thing, after all, this woman is now the legal wife of my father-in-law.
After dinner, I sat for a while.
Su Ran didn't speak to Yu Shuang.
Because if he said a word, Shan Weizi would grab him.
When they were about to leave, Shan Zhentian pulled Su Ran aside and said something to her. Then Shan Weizi saw Su Ran getting into the car in a dilemma.
Bentley leaves.
The burgundy interior of the Bentley is very romantic with neon lights shining through at night.
This Bentley was the gift that Shan Zhentian bought for Shan Weizi on her 18th birthday.
Once upon a time, Shan Zhentian was rich, prestigious, famous and respected.
Nowadays, Shan Zhentian doesn't have much money, his status is shaken, his old man is dead, and he is not respected by people in the industry. All walks of life are so realistic, and they treat people differently based on their status. In short, Shan Zhentian has a hard time after the divorce.
Shan Weizi glanced at Su Ran who was pecking his fingers in the passenger seat.
Every time Su Ran has a problem that bothers him, he pecks his fingers.
Shan Weizi: "My dad pulled you aside and whispered something to you that made you so confused."
Su Ran: "Let me think about it first."
Shan Weizi: "Speak!"
Su Ran: "Do you really want to hear it?"
Shan Weizi: “I want to!”
Su Ran: "Alas, I'd better not say anything."
Shan Weizi: "Su Ran! My mom said you were like this every time, and you really are like this, only saying half of what you said."
Su Ran: "Well, I'll tell you when we get home that driving is dangerous."
Shan Weizi: "Don't worry, I can handle it. Tell me——"
Su Ran: "Okay, that's it...your dad said...the due date is in two months. When the baby is born, we'll choose a good day to hold the wedding with Yu Shuang!"
squeak--
Boom——
Rear-end collision.
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