After the divorce, my ex-husband's cousin tricked me into getting a marriage certificate.

Zhao Mengmeng stared at Qi Mu'an for a moment, then picked up her knife and fork to eat her steak.

Qi Mu'an finally breathed a sigh of relief. With his wife appeased, he was in a better mood and had a great appetite.

Finally, they brought over the steak that Zhao Mengmeng had left over and finished it off.

Zhao Mengmeng frowned at him and said, "That's what I've already eaten. If you're not full, just order another serving."

Qi Mu'an didn't take it seriously. "What's there to be afraid of? It's not like I haven't eaten your saliva before."

Zhao Mengmeng's ears burned. "Shameless!"

Qi Mu'an smiled and finished off the steak.

After finishing the meal, he called the waiter to pay the bill, then put his arm around Zhao Mengmeng and left the restaurant, driving her home.

Back in the underground parking garage of Zhao Mengmeng's apartment complex, Zhao Mengmeng got out of the car, and he followed her out.

Zhao Mengmeng stopped and looked at him, saying, "It's getting late, and it might snow tonight. You should go home early."

Qi Mu'an locked the car, walked around and put his arm around her waist. "You're flying to the south the day after tomorrow, and you'll be gone for a month. Spend these last two nights with me, and I promise I won't disturb your rest."

"Whatever," Zhao Mengmeng said, and quickly headed towards the elevator.

The two took the elevator upstairs and arrived at Zhao Mengmeng's door. Qi Mu'an picked up the insulated bag that was on the ground and said, "Take it inside and put it in the refrigerator. We can heat it up for breakfast tomorrow morning. Don't waste it."

Zhao Mengmeng unlocked the door and entered the house. She was about to take the insulated bag from Qi Mu'an when he suddenly pushed her against the wall.

Qi Mu'an placed the insulated bag on the table in the entryway and picked Zhao Mengmeng up in his arms.

Zhao Mengmeng cried out, "What are you doing? You scared me to death! Put me down!"

Qi Mu'an ignored her and carried her toward the bedroom. "You're not allowed to get too close to Zhao Dongyu while we're filming. You're not allowed to smile at him, and you're not allowed to go out to eat with him in private."

Zhao Mengmeng complained: "You're even more controlling than my parents."

Qi Mu'an smiled and said, "Of course, I'm your husband. Let's get our marriage certificate tomorrow."

Zhao Mengmeng: "I'm not going."

Qi Mu'an was stunned for a moment, then grabbed Zhao Mengmeng's head and bit down hard...

Qi Mu'an: "I'll ask you one more time, are you going or not?"

Zhao Mengmeng: "No, I'm not going. Ask me a hundred times and it'll be the same. I'm not going!"

"Fine, see how I deal with you tonight," Qi Mu'an said, tossing him onto the bed...

The Lin family at this time.

Shen Qingzhu waited for her husband to return in the living room.

She paced anxiously back and forth in the room, pondering which family's daughter was suitable for marriage and how to bring her over as a daughter-in-law.

When Lin Zhihong returned home, the housekeeper reported to him, "Madam is waiting for you in the living room."

His already furrowed brows deepened, and he walked helplessly towards the living room. "The housekeeper said you were waiting for me. What's so important that you can't wait inside? Are you in a hurry?"

Shen Qingzhu looked around and then came forward to quietly recount what had happened that afternoon.

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhihong's face turned ashen, and he cursed, "That bastard! He's completely disgraced me! Is he home? Get him out here! I'm going to teach him a lesson today!"

Shen Qingzhu stopped Lin Zhihong, "Don't be in such a hurry. The child is already so old. How are you going to deal with him? He was already slapped in public by my mother today. What good will it do to hit him again? What good will it do to push him to the edge?"

Lin Zhihong: "You still spoil him. If you ask me, your mother-in-law did a good job of hitting him. She should have hit him a few more times."

Shen Qingzhu: "I'm not spoiling him, okay? I'm trying to think of a solution."

Lin Zhihong: "So what idea did you come up with?"

Shen Qingzhu blinked. "I met Su Wenshan's wife a few days ago. She told me that her daughter has graduated with a master's degree and will be returning to China in the next few days. Could you try to get Su Wenshan to let his daughter meet Meng Chuan?"

Su Wenshan is Lin Zhihong's best friend. When Zhuohai Group encountered a crisis, he invested in Lin Zhihong and helped him through the difficult time.

Su Wenshan is currently the second largest shareholder of Zhuohai Group and serves as its vice chairman.

Shen Qingzhu considered Su Wenshan's daughter because she hoped that her son would receive the Su family's support when he inherited Zhuohai in the future.

Moreover, Su Wenshan only has one daughter.

If Lin Mengchuan marries Su Wenshan's daughter, then everything belonging to the Su family will belong to Lin Mengchuan.

This is a win-win situation.

Lin Zhihong was somewhat troubled, "Wenshan would definitely be happy, but I'm afraid Meng Chuan wouldn't like Ya Ni."

Su Yani is good in every way, except that she is not very good-looking and has single eyelids.

Lin Zhihong thought that if his son couldn't even be interested in a beauty like Qiao Ran, how could he possibly be interested in the plain-looking Su Yani?

Shen Qingzhu's opinion was exactly the opposite: "What's the use of being pretty? Besides a face, you're good for nothing. Although Ya Ni is not good-looking, she is smart and has a postgraduate degree."

“The children she gives birth to in the future will definitely be highly intelligent, and with her personally in charge of their education, the children will surely be successful. Besides, if Meng Chuan takes over the company, he will need a wife with a high level of education like Ya Ni to help him.”

Lin Zhihong: "What you said makes sense. The key is that this is to find a wife for your son, so he has to agree."

Shen Qingzhu: "Meng Chuan has already given his mind today. You should go and ask Su Wenshan what he thinks first. I'll handle the ideological work with our son. Let's just let the two of them meet and have a meal together first."

Lin Zhihong was silent for a moment, then said, "Alright, I'll ask Lao Su what he thinks tomorrow."

The next morning, as Lin Zhihong was about to leave for the company, Shen Qingzhu stopped him again, saying, "Remember, ask Su Wenshan when you have time to arrange a time for the children to meet."

Lin Zhihong said impatiently, "I know, but that'll have to wait until I have time. There's a ton of messy stuff going on at the company these past few days. The new contractor we've been working with on the project ran off with the money."

"Now many workers are coming to the company to demand their wages, and I have to keep an eye on the police to find that contractor."

Shen Qingzhu scoffed, "Why should I let you oversee such a trivial matter? Besides, it's not like you refused to pay. The contractor ran off with the money. Shouldn't the workers be going after the contractor?"

Lin Zhihong: "I can't explain it to you. Just go downstairs at the company and you'll see. Every day, hundreds of people are squatting at the entrance causing trouble. If I don't keep an eye on things myself, someone might get killed."

Shen Qingzhu scoffed, "So what if someone dies? It's good that someone dies, then they won't dare to cause trouble."

"What you're saying makes a human life seem worth less than a dog's," Lin Zhihong sighed helplessly. "I can't reason with you women. I need to get to the company now."

Shen Qingzhu thought this was nothing to worry about and that the police could handle it. She shouted at the top of her lungs at Lin Zhihong's back, "Remember to ask Su Wenshan to arrange a time for the two children to meet."

Lin Zhihong ignored him, got into the car, and told the driver to drive.

Forty minutes later, they arrived at the street in front of the Zhuohai Group building and, sure enough, saw hundreds of workers sitting in the square.

Lin Zhihong felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. He said to the driver in the driver's seat, "Let's take the underpass."

Fortunately, the underground parking garage was not blocked, and Lin Zhihong was able to take his private elevator upstairs without any problems. When he arrived at his office door, his secretary stood up and reported, "Chairman, Vice Chairman Su is inside."

Lin Zhihong was taken aback. "Old Su is here? Perfect, I need to talk to him."