If Xia Zhenfeng didn't have any ulterior motives and sincerely invited the mother and son to dinner, why didn't he notify them together?
Lei Siren was completely unaware that Hong Lan was coming.
When Xia Zhenfeng mentioned earlier that another guest was arriving, he deliberately withheld her name.
Wasn't his intention to hide it blatantly obvious?
Unfortunately.
While Lei Siren felt a sense of crisis, the newly arrived Hong Lan was still oblivious to it all.
She even thought that her son had been performing well lately and was gradually winning Xia Yiwei's heart.
Therefore, Xia Zhenfeng had invited her to join this "family dinner."
In Hong Lan's mind, she still harbored the illusion of "discussing the future of the two children."
She had prepared a whole speech in advance, just waiting to have a good chat with her future in-laws at the dinner table.
Little did she know, Xia Zhenfeng had already arranged the topics for today's discussion.
"What are you saying? Do I have to tell you in advance before I come over to Brother Zhenfeng's place?"
"Have you been staying up late again? Why do you look so awful?"
"You brat, you better behave yourself and perform well lately!"
"Have... have you gained weight recently?"
"Your face seems to have gotten a size bigger."
Hong Lan hadn't seen her son for many days either.
If it weren't for the dinner party organized by Xia Zhenfeng, it wouldn't have been so easy for her to see him.
Lei Siren's private life was far too colorful; he was a pure, idle trust-fund kid who lived off his parents.
His so-called company manager position was nothing but a titular role arranged by Hong Lan.
As long as he didn't do anything illegal, Hong Lan wouldn't interfere with his life.
It was exactly this kind of handling that fueled Lei Siren's arrogance day by day.
Naturally, she didn't know.
Her precious son hadn't gained weight—his face was swollen from being beaten!
Lei Siren was panicking right now.
He couldn't figure out Xia Zhenfeng's intentions at all.
He could only squeeze out an awkward smile and say,
"Hehe, Mom, Uncle Xia didn't tell me you were coming either."
"Uncle Xia... probably has his own plans."
After saying that, Lei Siren quickly observed Xia Zhenfeng's reaction.
Xia Zhenfeng, who had been serious all morning, suddenly looked amiable.
His face regained its usual kind smile as he shook hands with Hong Lan:
"Xiaolan, long time no see."
"I didn't tell Siren I invited you today, so he didn't know."
"Please, have a seat. I'll introduce you to a new face in a bit."
Hong Lan smiled brighter than anyone else and chimed in:
"I say, Brother Zhenfeng, there's no need to be so polite with me."
"This is Shanshan, right? I haven't seen her in a while, and she's grown even prettier!"
Hearing this, Xia Xiashan immediately stepped forward and politely called out, "Auntie Lan."
It wasn't Wang Ran's first time meeting Hong Lan either.
The two were quite familiar with each other and nodded in greeting.
There were only a few people in the living room.
Hong Lan could take them all in at a glance.
As she sat down with everyone, she asked in confusion:
"Brother Zhenfeng, who is this new face you just mentioned?"
"Are there other guests who haven't arrived yet?"
Xia Zhenfeng waved his hand and said:
"He's already here. It's his first time at my place, so he's taking a tour in the garden."
"Shanshan, go call your sister and him over."
Xia Xiashan nodded, but just as she was about to stand up, Wang Ran interjected:
"Let me go. I know where they are, and they aren't in the garden."
Xia Zhenfeng looked hesitant and confused:
"You'll go... I guess that works too."
Xia Zhenfeng knew perfectly well how his girlfriend and his daughter got along.
Wang Ran never usually got involved in anything concerning Weiwei.
What was going on today?
She actually volunteered to go call Weiwei?
Xia Zhenfeng worried that the two of them might have some unnecessary friction in private.
His mission today was to deal with external matters, and he absolutely did not want to add family drama to the mix.
Xiaoran should be able to understand that.
She wouldn't cause any trouble, would she?
Since Wang Ran had offered in front of Hong Lan and her son, Xia Zhenfeng found it hard to refuse.
He could only suppress his worries and agree.
Besides Xia Zhenfeng, Xia Xiashan was also highly suspicious of Wang Ran's motives.
What puzzled her even more was...
Didn't Weiwei and Lin Yu go to the garden?
They had been waiting in the hall for so long, but they hadn't seen Weiwei and Lin Yu return.
Could the two of them have come back via the outdoor stairs?
Intuition told Xia Xiashan.
Whenever Weiwei acted sneakily, it was definitely never a good thing!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
