Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Without caring about anything else, he hurried forward and said enthusiastically: "Hey, Xiaoyun, this is your classmate, right? Please come in quickly. We will have lunch at your aunt's house at noon today."

Su Chen thought about it and thought that if he still insisted on leaving after hearing what the other party said, it would not be a good idea. So he decided to go and eat. It was just a meal, what was the big deal?

"Okay, thank you for troubling me, Auntie."

Lin Pei had an auntie's smile on her face. The look in her eyes showed how satisfied she was. She said cheerfully, "It's not a bother. My auntie just moved in and was just looking for someone to visit."

"Xiaoyun, what's wrong with you? Why didn't you tell me that you were injured? Did your classmates at school bully you? I'll go find them tomorrow."

Xia Yun waved her hands and hurriedly explained: "No, I was careless and fell down the stairs. It has nothing to do with my classmates. Mom, you misunderstood."

"Oh, come on, let's go home and talk slowly."

Su Chen felt a little embarrassed during the meal.

This auntie kept asking questions, and her attitude was as if she wanted to dig out all of his family's assets. She was a bit... snobbish.

He said frankly: "The car that Auntie asked about was actually a gift from my wife. I'm a student, how could I afford that car? As for my acquaintance with Xiaoyun, that was when I was in the orphanage."

Lin Pei raised an eyebrow: "Wife? Oh, you mean your girlfriend, right? I didn't expect that you, despite looking so young, would have a girlfriend so soon."

Su Chen was also a little depressed. The communication was too difficult.

Xia Yun's eyes dimmed. She didn't expect that Brother Su Chen already had a girlfriend, who was so wealthy that she would directly give her a luxury car.

Does that mean she... has no chance at all? When she thought of this, her heart ached and her eyes turned red with pain.

With red eyes, she raised her voice a little: "Mom, please stop asking. If you keep asking, how are we going to eat?"

Lin Pei glanced at the two of them and said tactfully, "Look at me. No one has come to my house recently, and I have no one to talk to. When you came, Su Chen, I saw that you are a sensible child, so I wanted to talk to you more."

Su Chen smiled and changed the subject: "Auntie, you are such a good cook. The squirrel fish is delicious."

"Ah, you like squirrel fish, then eat more."

After sitting for a while after dinner, Su Chen looked at the time, found an excuse to leave, and watched his car drive away.

Lin Pei's smile faded, and she sat down next to her daughter, tentatively asking, "Xiaoyun, this Su Chen is the orphan you mentioned before who was admitted to Peking University and Tsinghua University. He doesn't seem to be short of money."

Xia Yun lowered his eyes and said dejectedly, "Brother Su Chen is an orphan, how could he have any money? Maybe his girlfriend's family has money for him."

"Oh, it's just a girlfriend. Most of them break up after graduation. It doesn't count at all."

"Besides, this relationship is worth it. Look at this luxury car I gave him. Even if he graduates, how many years will it take him to earn enough money for a car? This is what it means to make money from a relationship."

Lin Pei's voice was full of temptation. She coaxed, "Look, your brother Su Chen is doing the same thing. If you date someone, you should spend money accordingly."

Xia Yun thought about it seriously, and her expression became less resistant. She agreed, "Yeah, Mom, you're right. I'll just treat this as a job. Isn't Brother Su Chen the same?"

"If she had money, she wouldn't marry an orphan. She would definitely look for someone of equal status. It's just a love game."

"Yes, you study hard and make more money. When Su Chen graduates, you can take the initiative. How can he not agree to you?"

"Yeah, I remember Mom."

There's a knock on the door

Qin Wushuang didn't even raise his head, his hands typing quickly on the keyboard.

"Enter!"

Secretary Gao pushed the door open and placed an envelope on the table.

He said respectfully, "Mr. Qin, this is your letter. The sender is anonymous. Do you want to throw it away?"

Qin Wushuang paused when he heard this, then reached out to take the letter and opened it.

Just a casual glance, and the aura around him changed. The oppressive feeling of a superior made Secretary Gao a little breathless, and his voice was a little cautious.

"Boss Qin, let me throw away this letter of unknown origin..."