"Huh? What should I do then?" Liu Mengran was at a loss for a moment, when Su Wanwan suddenly appeared from the side and said.
"It's alright, Han Feng's parents are very nice. I even visited their home last time."
“That’s right.” Han Feng nodded, but he couldn’t help but worry about what his parents would think if they found out he was living with two girls.
The next day, the arrival hall of Terminal 3 at Beijing Capital International Airport was bustling with activity. Han Feng stood at the front of the arrivals gate, his gaze fixed on the passengers emerging one after another. Today, he had deliberately worn a dark blue casual shirt, looking much more relaxed than usual.
"Uncle and Aunt's flight should have landed by now, right?" Wang Hao kept standing on tiptoe and looking around, looking like a penguin waiting to be fed.
Han Feng glanced at his watch: "The luggage should be out soon." His gaze suddenly froze, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips. "I see it."
At the exit, a middle-aged couple slowly pushed a luggage cart. The man was tall and wore a neatly pressed light gray polo shirt; the woman was petite, wearing a pale purple dress, her hair neatly styled. Although their clothes were simple, their every move exuded the air of intellectuals.
"Dad! Mom!" Han Feng quickly went to greet them and took the luggage cart.
"Xiao Feng!" Han's mother's eyes lit up, and she reached out to smooth out non-existent wrinkles on her son's collar. "You've lost weight again."
Han's father patted his son on the shoulder, feeling the firm muscles with satisfaction: "You're in good spirits."
Wang Hao approached with a grin: "Hello, Uncle and Aunt! Do you remember me?"
"Isn't this Xiao Hao? It's only been two months, and he's gotten so much stronger!" Han's mother smiled as she looked at the sunny young man. "Thank you for taking care of our Xiao Feng."
Wang Hao waved his hand exaggeratedly: "Auntie, you've got it backwards. It's Brother Feng who's been taking care of me!"
As the four were exchanging pleasantries, a sharp shout suddenly came from behind them: "Get out of the way! Don't block the way!"
Han Feng turned around and saw a young woman wearing oversized sunglasses and head-to-toe designer clothes impatiently tapping her toes on the ground. She was carrying a luxury handbag large enough to hold a teddy bear, and her bright red fingernails gleamed dazzlingly in the sunlight.
"The road is so wide, why not just take a detour?" Wang Hao said, frowning.
The woman ripped off her sunglasses, revealing a heavily made-up face: "Three or four people are blocking my view! What if my boyfriend doesn't see me?"
Han Feng chuckled, too lazy to argue with such people, and gently tugged at his parents' sleeves: "Let's go."
Before leaving, Wang Hao made a face at the woman, which earned him even more vicious curses. Without turning around, Han Feng said to Wang Hao, "You'll never know what's going on in a woman's head."
The woman's shouts gradually faded away behind them, soon drowned out by the noisy crowd at the airport.
The group took the elevator to the parking lot. Han Feng pressed the key, and a black Mercedes-Benz V-Class van in the distance turned on its lights. The streamlined body gleamed with understated luxury under the parking lot lights.
"This car..." Han's mother touched the smooth car door in surprise, "It must be expensive, right?"
Han Feng put the luggage in the trunk and said casually, "It's alright, it's just what my company usually uses for business receptions."
Han Feng's parents knew that Han Feng had started a company, but they never expected that their son was already so rich.
At this point, Wang Hao immediately chimed in: "Auntie, this is already the cheapest car Brother Feng owns! He also has a Bugatti Veyron worth tens of millions!"
"Tens of millions?!" Mr. Han's hand trembled, almost dropping the suitcase. "W-what kind of sports car is worth tens of millions?"
Han Feng glared helplessly at Wang Hao, and was about to explain when a shrill female voice suddenly came from the side:
"Brother Qiang! These are the guys! They were cursing at me at the arrivals gate, and they were bragging about having a sports car worth tens of millions!"
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw the fashionable woman from before. She was now arm in arm with a burly man who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, her heavily made-up face full of smugness. The burly man was wearing a tight black t-shirt, revealing his tattooed arms, and a gold chain as thick as his little finger around his neck swayed with his steps.
"Who the hell bullied my baby?" the man called "Brother Qiang" roared in a rough voice, exuding a strong sense of江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry).
Han's mother nervously tugged at her son's sleeve: "Xiaofeng, could this be the mafia?"
Han Feng patted his mother's hand reassuringly, then turned to face the newcomer, his eyes already cold. Wang Hao instinctively took half a step forward, blocking Han's parents.
Qiang strode to the Mercedes-Benz. He looked at Han Feng and felt that the person in front of him looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite remember who it was.
At this moment, the woman beside her tapped the hood of the car with her fingernail: "You bunch of poor wretches, talking about a Bugatti? Do you even know what a Bugatti looks like?" She scoffed and turned to Qiang Ge, "Honey, did they also say this beat-up Mercedes belongs to the company?"
While the man called Qiang was still wondering who the other person was, he heard a woman speaking to him in a coquettish voice and, as if possessed, blurted out, "That's right, why don't you take a piss and look in the mirror?"
Han Feng watched the farce unfold quietly, a faint smile playing on his lips. In his eyes, these petty thugs didn't even deserve to anger him.
"Brother Qiang, right?" Han Feng slowly took out his phone. "How about this, I'll have someone drive over and show you around?"
Seeing Han Feng's amused smile, Qiang Ge had a bad feeling.
At this point, the woman next to them started acting up again: "Then go ahead and yell! I want to see what kind of nonsense you can summon!"
Qiang shouted, "Shut up!" and slapped the woman across the face.
The woman stared at Qiang Ge in disbelief, covering her face with her hands.
Qiang immediately put on a fawning expression and walked up to Han Feng: "Big brother, don't you remember me?"
"Who are you?" Han Feng frowned.
"My name is Xiaoqiang. I had an unpleasant incident at the restaurant before. I am Tiger's subordinate."
The woman was completely stunned when she saw Qiang Ge speaking to the young man like a lackey.
"Oh, I don't remember. What? Did your boss pull some strings? Are you planning something bad this time?"
"No, no," Qiang Ge quickly shook his head. "It was all Tiger's doing. He's still in jail. That time I saw you, Big Brother, displaying your might at the restaurant, my admiration for you was like a surging river..."
"Stop!" Han Feng waved his hand. "Is there anything else?"
Brother Qiang immediately shook his head: "No more."
"Then keep a close eye on your woman from now on. Don't let her cause trouble. There are some people you can't afford to mess with." With that, Han Feng got into the car with his parents.
"Yes, yes, yes," Qiang Ge nodded and bowed.
After the van drove away, the woman walked over and scolded, "Brother Qiang, who are they? You actually hit me for their sake!"
"Get out of here right now, you stupid woman! You almost killed me!" Qiang Ge cursed, his previous obsequious demeanor completely gone.
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