The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

"Are you checking household registrations? How do you know so much?"

"It's all over the company, everyone knows it by heart. But you, how can you be someone's girlfriend if you don't even know this?"

Suwen said confidently, "I'm not dating his family."

Xiao Ai sighed, then looked on with a gossipy expression: "I really don't know what someone like the boss is like when he says sweet nothings. Will he still have that cold and cool expression, or will he be so sickeningly sweet that it's unbearable?"

Suwen immediately got goosebumps all over.

There's a reason why Xiao Ai is so enthusiastic. Unlike Xiao Rong, Lu Zheng doesn't appear in the media and newspapers often, and he rarely shows his face at the company. Although Xiao Rong is also a high-ranking official's son, after his charming eyes have been shining brightly at the company for several months, the female colleagues have basically become immune to it, so they've switched to the rarely seen Lu Zheng.

Xiao Ai thought with starry eyes: If the news that the boss is dating her artist were to spread, how long would it cause a sensation? It would probably shatter a million hearts.

After spending more than a month in Shanghai, the period drama she had filmed finally premiered on a satellite TV channel, and she had to rush back to attend the premiere ceremony no matter what.

I asked my two teachers for leave and took a night flight back. Before boarding the plane, I thought I would send Lu Zheng a text message, but then I thought that he had given me such a big surprise last time, so I might as well scare him this time.

As soon as I got off the plane, I immediately felt the temperature difference between the two cities. At this time of year, the nights in Beijing are still a bit chilly.

Suwen instructed the nanny to take Xiao Ai back first, and then took a taxi alone to Lu Zheng's residence.

Seeing her happy face on the plane, Xiao Ai guessed what she was thinking. Without asking any questions, she simply reminded her, "Don't be late for the launch ceremony tomorrow."

She had limited time back this time, as her schedule was packed with appearances to promote the TV series. Tonight was the only time she could spare to spend alone with Lu Zheng.

The consequence of not calling ahead was that the door was locked when I arrived.

She was deflated and stood in the dimly lit corridor calling Lu Zheng.

No one heard.

Then it will transfer you to voicemail.

He remained silent, pursed his lips, and finally angrily slammed his hand on the old iron gate before putting away his phone and going downstairs.

Thankfully, Xiao Ai took her luggage first, otherwise she would have been in a terrible state tonight.

My stomach growled at an inopportune moment.

After class that evening, she and Xiao Ai rushed to catch their flight. She accidentally fell asleep on the plane and missed the in-flight meal. After landing, she rushed to Lu Zheng's place. She thought she would be pampered and treated to the best food and drink, but instead, she was met with a closed door!

Nie Suwen deeply regretted her actions.

Feeling sorry for herself, she dragged her feet downstairs. Luckily, she hadn't gone far when she saw the barbecue stall set up in front of the shop late at night. Business was sporadic in the middle of the night, but the owner was very enthusiastic when he saw Suwen walking towards him: "Young lady, would you like some barbecue? Fresh lamb."

I used to avoid this kind of thing. But this time, Director Wei saw her figure in the cheongsam and thought she was too thin; she needed to be a little more muscular to show off her curves. So lately, she's been lucky enough to eat some high-calorie food with Xiao Ai. Otherwise, eating such meaty food as a late-night snack would be practically suicide.

The owner warmly helped her pull out a table and chairs and handed her a small basket.

Suwen ordered a few skewers of mutton, along with some vegetables such as green beans and eggplant. He sat on a stool, took out a tissue, and wiped the greasy table.

The charcoal grill sizzled as it was brought up, releasing a fragrant, pungent, and smoky aroma. Oil from the lamb skewers dripped onto the charcoal, emitting pungent smoke.

At another table were two workers who had just finished their night shift, men in their forties, patting their legs, drinking beer, smoking, and chatting. Suwen noticed that they had consumed more empty beer bottles than barbecue skewers.

There was no business at night, but the owner was quick and efficient, grilling the skewers. Soon, piping hot, oily lamb skewers were served. Suwen took a bite and found them spicy, really spicy.

She's not from the north, and after all these years, she still can't get used to strongly flavored snacks.

I asked the owner for a disposable plastic cup and ordered a bottle of beer. I thought to myself that I had really broken my diet tonight, and how many days I would have to go hungry after filming was over.

Since arriving in Beijing, Suwen has never been out for a late-night snack this late. The city's nights are completely different from its days. The bustling Yonghe Temple, with its constant stream of worshippers, transforms into a different kind of scenery at night. The alleyways, hidden under the streetlights, exude a blend of eeriness and tranquility.

The buzzing of a motorcycle engine echoed through the quiet street. Approaching from afar, it carried an arrogant and overbearing air, like an arrow piercing the tranquil night.

Suwen smoothed her hair, which was being blown about by the wind; this scene was not unfamiliar to her.

There's a group of people in this city who always venture out after everyone else has fallen asleep, speeding through the empty streets as the night view rushes past, like youth being freely displayed, something no one has the right to hold onto.

As the second beer was poured, that familiar engine sound returned. The headlights were blinding, and Suwen shielded her eyes with her hand. The barbecue stall owner had already stood up enthusiastically to solicit business: "Want some barbecue...?"

The words faded into astonishment.

"Brother Feng..." He was clearly familiar with the person who came.

A moment later, he turned around and personally took out his sleeve to wipe the two stools clean, then said with a shameless grin, "Look at my shabby clothes, I don't have anything good to offer you, Brother Feng..."

The man braced himself against the vehicle with his leg, took off his helmet, and said, "Alright, Lao Wu, it's not easy for you to earn money, don't bother me, go do your thing."

Old Wu felt quite embarrassed and stood there, not daring to sit down.

Qin Jiangfeng took off his black lambskin gloves, clipped them to the motorcycle handlebars, and half-closed his wicked eyes: "Girl, aren't you tired of eating like this?"

As he spoke, he casually sat down at Suwen's table.

Suwen picked up the plastic cup and brought it to her lips, then put it down again, pursed her lips, and chuckled softly. She called him "Brother Feng" just like Old Wu did.

She had been living a comfortable life for too long and had forgotten whose territory this area belonged to.

Qin Jiangfeng didn't stand on ceremony with her. He grabbed a clean glass, took her beer, poured himself a glass, and downed it like it was water. He casually propped one leg up on the crossbar under the table and said, "Since you've come all this way, how can I not have a couple of drinks with you?"

Suwen raised his cup in a gesture of respect and then downed it in one gulp.

After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Brother Feng, actually, a while ago I..."

“I know,” Qin Jiangfeng lit a cigarette, stretched his long arms, and said slowly and leisurely, “You call me ‘Brother Feng,’ so this title is for you to use.”

After saying that, he shook his head and laughed, "Tsk tsk, I didn't expect that after all these years, the name Qin Jiangfeng would still have such a certain intimidation."

Well, this person knows the ropes perfectly. It seems I was overthinking things.

Scarface must have been terrified that day. He told his superiors about it as soon as he got back, and they were terrified. Sooner or later, the news would reach Scarface's ears.

Even though he had long since retired from the underworld, the name Qin Jiangfeng was not just a rumor in the underworld.

A few years ago, when Qin Jiangfeng and Hao Haiyun were working together to build their empire, everyone in the underworld knew their names. Qin Jiangfeng was cunning, and Hao Haiyun was ruthless. The two of them ran rampant in this city, arrogant and domineering. If they said one thing, no one dared to say another. If you dared to disagree with them, you could forget about ever speaking to them again.

Qin Jiangfeng always wore a cynical smile, but he was full of wicked schemes. The happier he laughed, the more ruthless his tricks became. Anyone who could stop him from laughing was not far from death.

Hao Haiyun is like an eternal iceberg; no one has ever seen him smile. It's said that when he's chopping someone up, he gets splattered with blood but doesn't even blink. If one day he were to smile…

Unfortunately, Nie Suwen only ever saw him smile once. Although she is still alive and well.

When the two of them dominated Beijing, there was a saying: "Half in the river breeze, half in the clouds." This vast city of Beijing was half Qin Jiangfeng's territory and the other half Hao Haiyun's.

Three years ago, Qin Jiangfeng retired from the underworld and began to clean up his act, gradually fading from the scene. However, his name did not disappear from the underworld along with him. In addition, Hao Haiyun has continued to dominate the underworld over the years, with his business growing bigger and bigger. Others dare not underestimate him because of Hao Haiyun's prestige.

Only Suwen knew the truth: the two brothers had broken off their bond three years ago. People often say that brothers are like limbs, while women are like clothes, but these two brothers who had gone through thick and thin together almost severed each other's limbs for a woman.

Let the bridge remain a bridge and the road remain a road.

Suwen got up and poured him another cup: "How are you and your sister-in-law?"

Qin Jiangfeng held a cigarette in his hand, his mouth twisted, and he exhaled thick smoke from his nostrils: "Isn't it the same old story? Always causing trouble for me, we're already divorced, who knows what kind of trouble you still have to cause?"

Suwen showed no surprise, as if she had expected this answer.

As it turns out, even the most unrestrained and carefree man will eventually meet a woman who is someone you can't hit, can't scold, and cherish like a precious gem! As the saying goes, what is love in this world? It's simply a matter of one thing overcoming another!

"You should be grateful that your sister-in-law is still making a fuss with you. If she were like other women, taking the money and leaving, where would you find another sister-in-law?"

Qin Jiangfeng yawned dismissively: "Why would I care about her? If I, Qin Jiangfeng, wanted women, I could just beckon them with a flick of my finger and they'd stretch all the way to the Great Wall."

Suwen smiled faintly, not exposing his lie.

Who was this drunkard, lying on the roadside with tears streaming down his face, shouting, "Ren Susu, don't think I can't live without you..." He was so drunk he was like a lump of mud, and Suwen didn't know how much effort it took to drag him away.