At 3:15 p.m., Beijing Railway Station…

When Qiao Wangbei left the train station, he didn’t see his son. Instead, he saw Fu Chen with a slightly strange expression. “Where’s Xiyan?”

“He has something to do, so he asked me to pick you up.” Fu Chen’s attitude toward him had always been respectful.

The cold wind was blowing outside, and the dust filled the sky. When people took a deep breath, their bones would loosen a little. Qiao Wangbei was wearing a thin cotton jacket, making his body look even more vigorous and lean.

He exuded a smart and capable aura.

“What is he doing?” How could Qiao Wangbei know that his son was being harshly interrogated at this moment?

Fu Chen smiled and didn’t say anything.

“Have the issues with the design exhibition really been completely resolved?” Qiao Wangbei only found out about this after receiving a call.

“Yes.”

“That’s good. Look at how bad people’s hearts are now.” Qiao Wangbei was wearing thin clothes, but he didn’t feel cold, and his back was straight.

No matter how cold it was, his aura remained the same.

“Aunt Yun and Mr. Tang are at my house. You should come over first.”

“Okay.” Qiao Wangbei had naturally been dissatisfied with Fu Chen at first.

After all, he thought that he had gotten to know a friend despite the age difference, but it turned out that he had ulterior motives. But as time passed and his relationship with Song Fengwan stabilized, it didn’t make sense to keep pulling a long face at him.

He would treat Fu Chen well so that he would treat Song Fengwan better in the future.

Moreover, he and Fu Chen indeed had many things to talk about. The two of them went all the way to Yunjin Prime Manor, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

***

When he entered the house, Little Mr. Yan was pinching Fu Xinhan’s toy, a screaming chicken, making the entire house full of squeaky noises.

Everyone was sitting in the house. Tang Wangjin was peeling an apple, his movements extremely slow. When he saw Qiao Wangbei enter the house, he lifted his eyelids and didn’t even look at him.

His fingertips exerted force, wishing he could skin a certain little bastard alive. Why didn’t Master beat this bastard to death back then?

“Dad.” “Uncle-Master.” Qiao Xiyan and Tang Jingci stood up at the same time, looking a little embarrassed.

“What’s wrong? Why are you all sitting here?” Qiao Wangbei didn’t know what was going on and even teased Little Mr. Yan. “Little Chi, did you miss Uncle?”

Little Mr. Yan grabbed the screaming chicken toy and kept smiling at him.

“It’s time for Little Chi to change his diapers.” Qiao Aiyun carried her son and left this troublesome place.

Qiao Wangbei was looking down and rummaging through his bag. He took out a box and handed it to Tang Wangjin. “Second Senior Brother, congratulations on returning to China to hold the exhibition. This is a gift for you.”

Tang Wangjin looked at the dark green box and snorted coldly.

Qiao Wangbei was baffled. Why is he angry for no reason? What did I do to provoke him?

He glanced at Yan Wangchuan. He was sitting upright, and his expression was so indifferent that it was as if he didn’t know anything.

Previously, because of Fu Chen’s matter, Yan Wangchuan had suffered a loss, so he didn’t intend to get involved in this kind of thing anymore. No matter how the wind blew or the rain poured, he still looked completely uninvolved.

Then they heard Tang Wangjin say faintly, “If the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will be crooked.”

“Second Senior Brother, what do you mean by that?” No matter how slow Qiao Wangbei was, he knew something had happened.

“Your son followed your example and didn’t learn anything good. He copied you to steal a wife.” Tang Wangjin snorted lightly.

Qiao Wangbei looked at his son. “Xiyan, are you dating?”

Qiao Xiyan cleared his throat in silent agreement.

“I told you long ago that you’re not young anymore. Your cousin is already in a relationship. You should consider your marriage.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?

“How long have you been dating?”

Qiao Xiyan suppressed his voice. “A few months.”

“This is a good thing. Which family’s daughter is this? How is she? How far have you progressed?” Qiao Wangbei was excited.

“My daughter!” Tang Wangjin shouted angrily as he cut the apple in his hand in half.

Qiao Wangbei was still happy earlier. But when he heard this, his gaze swept back and forth between the two people opposite him. In the end, it landed on Tang Wangjin’s face, and he didn’t remember to react for a moment.

His energetic eyes were sharp but confused.

“Why are you looking at me? Look at your good son!” Tang Wangjin snorted coldly and kept poking the apple with a fruit knife.

His appearance was childish and laughable.

Qiao Wangbei was dumbfounded.

“Dad, Second Uncle-Master, we originally wanted to wait for our relationship to be stable before telling you. But today’s situation is a little special, so we didn’t inform you in advance. I didn’t consider it thoroughly.” Qiao Xiyan had always been direct and decisive, taking all the responsibility.