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The Dong family's old house is an old courtyard house with two entrances. People living around it are all important figures of the same level. It is a courtyard house community with a special guard at the gate and complete facilities.

The three rooms in the main house have a kitchen and a living room, and the rest are occupied by Mr. Dong. The east wing is occupied by Dong's father, Dong's mother and Dong Muqing. The west wing is where Dong Yuanqing lives. The servant and cook live in the front door, and the backyard is a garden and a lounge.

In the living room, Qin Jin sat obediently on the sofa, holding a cup of hot black tea in his hand, with lowered brows and a pleasant look. He wore a beige knitted waistcoat, a white shirt and black trousers, looking pure and well-behaved.

Mr. Dong was very happy because of his witty remarks. Neither Dong's father nor his mother showed up. They didn't like men who were good at sweet talk. They thought it was not practical at all.

Hearing the car stop at the door, he hurried out to greet his beloved daughter. If his daughter hadn't come, he would not be in the mood!

"Qingqing, it's good that you're back. The little fox from the Qin family is coaxing the old man in there. There's still room for cancellation of the engagement." Dong's father said in a low voice, vying for favor, while looking towards the living room.

"Why are you wearing a cheongsam today? It looks good, if nothing else. I still have two that your grandma made when she was still alive."

In an instant, as the family walked in, the atmosphere in the living room inexplicably became cold, without any of the cheerfulness just now. Mr. Dong's face was full of seriousness and no longer kind.

"You guys still remember to come back? Only Xiao Qin comes to accompany an old man like me from time to time. Why don't you come back without eating?"

"Dad, what are you talking about? Aren't we all busy? Mu Qing has something going on in the team and the evaluation is coming up, so how can we have time? Yuan Qing has a lot of things to do in the company, and they are planning to enter other fields recently."

Father Dong glanced at Qin Jin without leaving any trace. Tsk, is that all? If the Dong family wasn't powerful, would anyone come here to accompany an old man like you? What's the point of this? Even if he doesn't do business, he knows.

"Grandpa, are we not as good as an outsider?" Dong Muqing lazily put his hands in his pockets, his words full of disdain.

"That's right. Mu Qing and Yuan Qing did find time to come back. No matter how good Xiao Qin is, she still belongs to someone else," Dong's mother echoed.

After saying that, he walked towards the kitchen and looked at where the meal was.

"Can't you talk about it? Xiao Qin, stay for dinner today. After dinner, Yuan Qing, come to the study and we can talk."

"Okay," he leaned aside lazily, indifferently.

"What do you want to eat? Let Aunt Guan make it for you." As for the eldest grandson, he is not important; his granddaughter is his treasure.

"Qingqing likes to eat beef brisket stewed with potatoes. Does it take a lot of time to make? Stir-fried three fresh vegetables is also OK," Qin Jin interrupted at this time.

"It's all right. I bought you a piece of calligraphy and some ornaments at the auction a few days ago. I'll ask Lan Xihe to give them to you later."

"My granddaughter is so considerate," she patted Qin Jin.

A perfect master of balancing things, Xiao Qin is at most a spice of life, while the granddaughter is indispensable and will at most cause some embarrassment. Who would have known that Qin Jin, whom I liked so much when I was a child, would grow up to be not likable at all.

I can’t let my granddaughter like me, what a waste, huh.

"Xiao Qin brought some cherries. Aunt Guan just washed them. Come over and have some," she greeted him, trying to bring them together. She couldn't just let the situation go cold all of a sudden, after all, Xiao Qin didn't do anything.

"Not bad, I remember Qingqing likes to eat oranges," Dong Muqing peeled the orange peel in his hand and piled it on the plate beside him.

He obviously didn't care about his sister, and he didn't know which girl liked cherries? He was hiding his thoughts.

"I just came here last minute to buy this, how could I not remember what Qingqing likes to eat?" It's good enough that the dog was willing to buy it himself.

"I think you didn't take it seriously. I was eating oranges and I knew you didn't like to peel them, so I peeled them." Even the melon seeds were shelled.

"Okay, Xiao Qin didn't mean it. There are new pine nut candies on sale at the snack shop. Go get some for Qingqing."

The old man tried to smooth things over, tilting his head to chat and laugh with his granddaughter, pushing aside whatever she liked to eat. Humph, she dared to steal his granddaughter's attention, doesn't she know what she likes to eat? !

"You young people love milk tea, this one has nuts and pudding, all handmade, try it."

Qin Jin drinks black tea, is this double standard? He also said that he is optimistic about himself, so he doesn't even have a share of milk tea, and he still has to flatter!

Dong Muqing ate several of the crispy candies on the way back. They were really good, crispy and had a milky flavor.

"Eat less. Auntie Guan is almost done cooking. There's your favorite sweet and sour fish, cold shredded chicken, and braised chicken legs."

"Okay," he took a handful of candy, "quite sweet."

The table was cleaned and there was sweet and sour fish, cold shredded chicken, braised spare ribs, braised chicken legs, radish soup, and the staple food was rice.

As soon as the food was served, Mr. Dong and Dong's father reached out and picked up two chicken legs for Jiuli, and Dong Muqing used his chopsticks to pick up the cold shredded chicken.

"How old are you and still jealous of your daughter?" Dong's father quickly gave the next one to Dong's mother and signaled with his eyes, his waist!

"Eat all, one for each person is just right. I'll make you braised thousand-piece egg, tofu skewers and ham tomorrow," Grandpa Dong looked at the chicken legs in the bowl with a smile on his face, knowing that his granddaughter was the best.

The meal was all Mu Qing and Jiuli's favorites, but Qin Jin couldn't eat it. Unfortunately, no one present cared about his opinion.

The desserts served after the meal were osmanthus cake, ice bowl, and eight-treasure soup. I tried two pieces and followed Mr. Dong to the study.

Dong's father and mother went back to their room downstairs on the pretext of having something to do. Dong Muqing took a cigarette and was about to light it, but he remembered something and just put it behind his ear, leaned back on the sofa, and sipped his tea.

"Qin Jin, please, keep your little girl hidden," or should we check it out? Then he thought of his violent sister, "whether to cancel the engagement or not, it doesn't count if the Qin family doesn't agree."

"You know me in your heart, but I don't have anyone else to support." As for the idea of ​​joining forces, he didn't dare to say it.

"Tsk, coward." You want both? He is reluctant to give up his sister's money and wants to marry the white moonlight?

Qin Jin, who dared not speak, changed his expression as soon as he went out. What the hell is this guy, relying on the few stinky money in his family!

He returned to the Qin family's villa with a gloomy face, and was given a loving lecture by old man Qin. If he couldn't marry her, he would be shocked!

Dong Muqing was standing outside the house smoking a cigarette. His eyes were unclear in the smoke and he felt cold all over. If Qingqing hadn't suffered serious psychological trauma, it wouldn't have been his turn.

His fingertips tapped on the phone. No matter whether Qin Jin dared or not, he had to have evidence in his hand, otherwise it would be useless. Of course, the more the better, so he asked someone to check it out.

Dong's father and mother returned to their room with a little distrust. They looked at each other in bewilderment. How could they not know what kind of character their daughter was?

"Hasn't Qingqing been protected since she was a child? Now you just want to give her up?" Dong's mother murmured, holding a handful of peanuts in her hand.

"This is a good thing. After you give her up, she'll find all kinds of ways to live off you and no one will look down on her," said Dong's father with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm done, it's easy to find a man with two legs, the guy who played the prince last time is so handsome."

"You're looking at young hunks behind my back again?" Father Dong was displeased. How could a white-cooked chicken compare to him? A real man like him!

"I just looked at it and did nothing."

"What else do you want to do? Wanwan, you're really drifting!"