The next evening, Zhou Ziyi cleaned himself up and prepared to go to the battlefield for the first time.
Yan Xiuji said he was coming to pick him up, so Zhou Ziyi went downstairs and left the community five minutes early. As soon as he reached the roadside, he looked up and saw the license plate number he had received in the X-mail, so he hurried over.
He opened the back door subconsciously, and when he looked out, he saw only three paper bags on the back seat, and Yan Xiuzhi was actually in the driver's seat.
Zhou Ziyi immediately closed the back door and opened the front door, then quietly sat in the passenger seat.
"Good afternoon, President Yan." Zhou Ziyi felt that since they were going to perform later, the atmosphere had better not be too stiff, so he started to warm up the audience, "You came quite early. I thought there was a traffic jam at this time, so I thought you would be late."
"I guessed there would be a traffic jam, so I came early." Yan Xiuji glanced at him and reminded him, "Seat belt."
"I forgot!" Zhou Ziyi quickly fastened his seat belt and said, "Sorry, I was a little nervous."
Yan Xiuji said: "You are so nervous now, are you going to be exposed as soon as you enter the door?"
"Hey, isn't this the first time you've ridden in a car driven by a big boss?" Zhou Ziyi smiled at him, "I thought you asked your driver to drive, so I opened the back door as soon as I got here. I didn't expect you to drive yourself. I'm a little flattered to have Mr. Yan as my driver."
Yan Xiuji said: "You can switch places with me."
Zhou Ziyi smiled: "I feel urgent, but reality doesn't allow it - I don't have a driver's license."
Yan Xiuji: “…”
President Yan glanced at the person in the passenger seat again, turned around and started the car without saying anything. Zhou Ziyi confirmed the look in his eyes and immediately made up a soft word: "Well, I went to college before I reached adulthood, and then I came back without a car, so I didn't study... It's not that I'm not ambitious."
Yan Xiuji said "hmm".
Zhou Ziyi blinked and said, "Well, since we are talking about this issue, why don't we make a confession?"
"What?"
"That's right, if someone asks us how we got here, who's driving, and so on." Zhou Ziyi said, "Also, someone might ask me what car I'm driving now..."
Yan Xiuji: "What do you want to say?"
"For questions like this, I always give the same answer—" Zhou Ziyi paused, "'I don't drive, I only have Yan Xiuji'... Is that ok?"
Yan Xiuji glanced at him.
Zhou Ziyi thought to himself, what are you looking at? Do you think I really deserve a car?
"Hey, this is just a rhetoric, Mr. Yan. It's based on the beautification and processing of facts, right?" Zhou Ziyi had to continue to persuade, "The important thing is, you are such a big shot, and you are my driver, so you must love me a lot, right? Didn't I come here specifically to show my love to Mr. Yan?"
Yan Xiuji finally spoke: "I want to meet my family and confirm the wedding date."
Zhou Ziyi: "Show your affection while you're at it?"
Yan Xiuji: “…”
Zhou Ziyi couldn't figure out whether his cold expression meant acceptance or rejection, so he boldly asked in a soft tone, "Is this possible, Mr. Yan?"
Yan Xiuji had no choice but to say, "Don't take the initiative to say that."
"Got it, passive skill +1." Zhou Ziyi nodded, "If no one asks, I won't tell anyone. If someone uses this to provoke us and attack me to show your displeasure, I will just fight him back, okay?"
Yan Xiuji nodded and said, "Don't call me 'Mr. Yan' when we get home."
"I was just about to ask this." Zhou Ziyi blinked, "What should I call you at home, Mr. Yan? The last time I talked to you about this topic, you didn't give me an answer..."
What answer can be given? Yanyan, Xiuxiu... and that, a total of three options, none of which can be used.
Yan Xiuji didn't think about it himself, and just threw it to Party B: "Think about it yourself, but you are not allowed to use the last one."
Zhou Ziyi could only wonder: "Didn't Mr. Yan have a nickname when he was a child? Does Mr. Yan's family call him by any name?"
Yan Xiuzhi did not answer.
Zhou Ziyi guessed that the CEO didn't like him calling him by his nickname, so he thought about it and came up with an idea: "Well, how about I call you Lao Yan?"
Yan Xiuji: "There are many people with the surname Yan in my family."
"I know, but I'm not talking about when we're together... I mean, let others think that I call you like this when we're together." Zhou Ziyi said, "It can be considered a joke. When the time comes, I'll use the excuse that 'it's inconvenient to call you Lao Yan at home' and call you by your full name."
Yan Xiuji hadn't come up with a better solution yet, so he nodded, "Okay."
"Well, you can call me 'Zi Yi' or 'Zhou Zhou'." Zhou Zi Yi said with a smile, "My acquaintances also call me that. I can react faster if you call me that."
Yan Xiuji nodded again: "Yes."
"Then let's get familiar with the role now?" Zhou Ziyi stared at Yan Xiuji and blinked, "Old Yan?"
Yan Xiuji did not hesitate, and simply read: "Zi Yi."
Zhou Ziyi: ...Okay, don’t ask too much of Party A.
***
Arriving at the Yan family's villa and parking the car, Zhou Ziyi got out of the car, holding the gift (prepared by Yan Xiuji), calmly tidied his clothes, and was ready to go in.
It was not the first time for him to meet the parents of his "girlfriend", but it was the first time for him to meet the parents of his marriage partner. He had a feeling that the parents might be difficult to deal with, which made him even more nervous about this "battle". However, he managed his expression very well, and most people would just think he was serious and not overly nervous.
Yan Xiuji stood beside him and glanced at him: "...Are you ready?"
"Hmm?" Zhou Ziyi thought he meant "Have you done all the preparations?" and replied, "Yes. I remember that you have a father, a mother, and a cousin at home. Your cousin was taken home to be taken care of after your uncle passed away. Am I right?"
Yan Xiuji was not referring to these materials, but he did not explain further. Instead, he said, "Let's go."
"good."
The two walked into the house together. The one who opened the door was the Yan family's housekeeper. Zhou Ziyi followed Yan Xiuji in. He just nodded to thank the housekeeper when he turned around and was startled by the excitement of the Yan family.
——Wait, didn’t we agree that there are only three people in the Yan family? !
——One, two, three, four… there are only six people visible to the naked eye!
Besides the housekeeper who opened the door and the girl who was obviously younger than Zhou Ziyi, there were four people who looked like elders, two men and two women. Which one was Yan Xiuji's father and mother?
While Zhou Ziyi was stunned for a moment by this scene, Yan Xiuzhi spoke.
"Why are you here?"
President Yan's voice was indifferent, and it didn't sound like a happy welcome anyway. He walked in and asked, "What special day is today?"
"Look at what you said. You brought your spouse back with you. Can't we come and meet him?" A middle-aged woman sitting on the sofa turned her head and looked at him. "As an elder, I think we should give you some approval, right?"
"Aunt." Yan Xiuji looked at her and began to call out, "Uncle, Second Uncle, Second Aunt."
Zhou Ziyi listened and said: So neither your father nor your mother is here?
"Brother, you really brought a man home." The young girl sat on a reclining chair and raised her eyebrows. "Aren't you afraid that my... my third uncle will get angry?"
"Yueyue, why are you talking to your brother in that tone?" The middle-aged woman called "Aunt" said to the young girl, and then said to Yan Xiuji, "But your cousin is right, Xiaoxiu, you know your father's temper, why did you really bring him home? Your father must be mad to death."
After this exchange, Zhou Ziyi found out that the young girl was Yan Meiyue, the cousin who had been living in Yan Xiuzhi's home.
She's being so coy as soon as she opens her mouth. This cousin really doesn't treat herself as an outsider.
However, Yan Xiuji's nickname is actually "Xiao Xiu", which is quite cute...
Yan Xiuji ignored the two women and just asked, "Where's my mother?"
Yan Meiyue raised her chin and said, "Kitchen."
"You only know how to ask your mom, why don't you ask where your dad is?" Auntie asked again, "And you brought this home, but you didn't even introduce it to me?"
Another middle-aged man next to him snorted coldly: "Can you talk? Why don't you know how to call someone when you enter the door?"
Zhou Ziyi was shocked and said, "I'm here." Just as he was about to speak, Yan Xiuji suddenly said, "Zhou Ziyi, my boyfriend."
"!" Zhou Ziyi didn't expect him to introduce himself so directly. He was stunned for a moment, but soon put on a smile and said, "Hello, everyone."
No one responded.
There was not even a smile on her face, only her eyes gazing at him back and forth, without any kindness. Zhou Ziyi accidentally met Yan Meiyue's gaze, and the other party's disdain was evident in her words.
Zhou Ziyi: Okay, this is the Hell Bureau.
Yan Xiuji just said this and went into the kitchen to look for his mother. Zhou Ziyi didn't follow him at all and was left alone in the living room.
This is so embarrassing.
If all the relatives of the Yan family ignored Zhou Ziyi, he would just stand there and wait for it to be over. The problem was that these people would glance at Zhou Ziyi from time to time, and he couldn't ignore them even if he wanted to. Anyone with a poor psychological quality would want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into. Zhou Ziyi rolled the strap of the gift bag with his thumb, thinking about whether to give the gift to Yan Meiyue. But there were so many people at the moment, he couldn't just point to one person. And with Yan Meiyue's attitude, even if she was given it, she might not be willing to take it.
Then, Zhou Ziyi heard her aunt sneer again: "I never thought that the successor of my Yan family would also learn to play with men."
Zhou Ziyi: ...So since Yan Xiuzhi isn't here, you're going to diss him too?
——And he’s also called “successor”. Does that mean there’s a throne to inherit?
—Oh, thirty million is all you can take, it can be considered as having a throne.
Then Zhou Ziyi heard a middle-aged man reply: "You studied abroad, right? You're only doing this kind of mess."
Another one said, "How can two men have a child? Will the property of my Yan family be given to an adopted outsider in the future?"
Zhou Ziyi guessed that the person speaking behind was Yan Xiuzhi's second uncle.
However, according to Zhou Ziyi's preliminary investigation, the "Yan family business" currently managed by Yan Xiuji has nothing to do with this second uncle, as if his family also has the right of inheritance...
My aunt continued, "Who knows? I used to be on guard against bad women outside trying to seduce Xiao Xiu and drain our family property, but I didn't expect that after all my precautions, she actually brought back a man. And they even wanted to get married quickly. Did she deceive Xiao Xiu's feelings?"
The second uncle also followed suit and mocked: "There is no such thing as love between men. I think they are just here to cheat people out of their money!"
Zhou Ziyi didn't plan to continue listening to this duo act.
He suddenly said, "It's my first time here, I didn't expect there would be so many people here today."
Everyone stared at him.
"Old Yan... Yan Xiuji only said that there are three people in his family, so he prepared three gifts. Now there are so many extra, it's not enough to share, so let's give them to whoever deserves them. Don't be surprised if you don't get any." Zhou Ziyi said as he walked towards Yan Meiyue, "Next time, if everyone informs us in advance, we can prepare more, so that we won't be unhappy if we return empty-handed."
This may sound fine at first, but if you think about it carefully, you will find that every word is full of sarcasm.
Yan Meiyue didn't expect him to be so bold. Before she could react, a bag of gifts was stuffed into her.
At this moment, a cold snort suddenly came from upstairs. When he looked up, he saw a middle-aged fat man standing at the stairs, staring at Zhou Ziyi coldly with an unpleasant expression: "Who are you? What are you doing in my house?"
Zhou Ziyi had a flash of inspiration: the big boss is coming.
He raised his lips and deliberately picked some irritating lines to respond to the other party's knowing questions.
"Hello uncle, I'm Zhou Ziyi, Yan Xiuji's boyfriend. I'm here today to discuss my marriage with Yan Xiuji."
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