What celebrity wives hate is my vest and not me

Chapter 189 Zi is not a fish, and I am not you either. I dare not take risks.

"Old man, you see this lighter is actually usable."

Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that he would lose someone because of his negligence. What would happen if he took out a lighter that couldn't light up?

Then this metal lighter with a gold rim is not as good as the one dollar and two plastic lighters in the canteen.

As a result, Mr. Wang's face didn't look right...as if he had punched him, and his eyes were dark.

Qin Feng was stunned, thinking that when he took out the cigarettes and wine just now, he felt a slight warmth in his attitude. What happened now?
With Qin Feng's emotional intelligence in dealing with people, he can completely feel Mr. Wang's attitude of not hitting the smiling person from the slightest tone of his voice.

Then this time it will be...

He closed his eyes slightly and sighed, taking precautions, thinking that he should be careful not to be conspicuous, and showing affection would be an eyesore, but he didn't expect that there was a fire in the backyard.

"Oh, I'd better smoke with a match, dry tobacco is just fine!"

Mr. Wang's face darkened, and he pursed his lips at Wang Anruo: "I won't keep that cigarette, you can take it back to your father. Damn you are so angry, Rengui's son of a bitch didn't come back to see me for more than half a year... You bastard! Just use him as a trash can and throw all the garbage into his belly!"

He muttered that the next time he saw his little boy, he would have to bite him hard if he didn't beat him all over the floor and find teeth.

Qin Feng glanced at Wang Anruo, who was suppressing a smile next to him, and whispered helplessly: "Look, I told you to be restrained in front of the elders, but you just put me on the fire."

He now understands what's going on, but there's nothing he can do about it. He knows who is the biggest in the family now.

After Wang Anruo returned home, she became willful, shook her little head slightly, and looked like I didn't pay attention but I was very angry.

"Who told you not to use a lighter?"

"My inability to smoke is still a shortcoming... It seems that I need to ask Uncle Wang for advice when I get back."

"That's not okay. If you dare to smoke, don't even think about it..."

Just as he was about to say that he never wanted to enter her bedroom or hold her and kiss her, Mr. Wang came out of the kitchen again. Wang Anruo blushed slightly, raised his eyebrows and decided to let Qin Feng go for the time being, and not continue to stimulate him in front of his grandfather.

Mr. Wang sat down on the sofa, raised his eyebrows and looked at Qin Feng and said: "We are guests, sit down and talk. I pour the tea on the table by myself. It is completely polite to be polite to you when I enter this door, but there is no one to serve you." "

After he finished speaking, he looked at his precious granddaughter with a slight frown, but there was a hint of softness in his firm eyes.

He was really afraid that his granddaughter would do something to him. He had just said that no one would welcome you when you entered my Wang family, and then An Ruo poured tea and water for this brat...

Where do you want Grandpa to put his old face?

So be obedient, let’s not pour him water and let him do it by himself. If he doesn’t drink, he will be thirsty.

His attitude was already very obvious. If he had not insisted on putting aside his identity and considering Qin Feng as his girlfriend's grandfather, but instead put on his title and Qin Feng and Qin Wuxiang's writer status, why would the two of them be sitting here? Big eyes and small eyes?
Mr. Wang relented and wanted to see him, and Qin Feng also came to the door with gifts. The two of them had the same status as all the sons-in-law and father-in-law in the world.

Only talk about feelings, not status.

Wang Anruo had been raised by his grandfather since he was a child. Of course he could understand what his grandfather meant by frowning and glaring.

So she pursed her lips and thought, if that's the case, grandpa, do you also have to consider my granddaughter's opinion?

So Wang Anruo, who had been rebellious since childhood, became even more unscrupulous at home. If his grandfather said not to do it, he would do it.

But before she could reach out, Qin Feng had already poured hot water into the teapot before her, and then stood up to add tea to Mr. Wang.

The order was the old man, Wang Anruo, and finally he poured a cup for himself, picked it up and tasted it gently, and then said with a smile: "Good tea."

Mr. Wang's expression was stunned.

hiss……

He scratched his old and tangled hair with his hand. The fact that it was white and not dyed represented his stubbornness...

He thought Qin Feng would also be stubborn.

"Can't you just press the cup and stop drinking if you say you don't want to drink?" He looked at Qin Feng.

Qin Feng smiled and replied: "I'm not here to fight with you."

"Don't you have any backbone?" The old man spoke bluntly and started to argue directly: "Pour it yourself and drink it. I choked you like this, and you still pour me tea. What do you mean?"

"The traditional virtue of respecting the elderly and loving the young is what the book says..." Qin Feng paused and looked more serious: "And you have been making sweet-scented osmanthus cake for An Ruo for a whole day, right? Have a cup of tea to quench your thirst."

Mr. Wang was speechless by Qin Feng's words. His anger about the lighter was half gone now.

Originally he thought Qin Feng was spineless, but the generosity shown by Qin Feng at this moment made him think of some people and things.

Those were people from a long time ago, decades ago, those old friends and comrades with twinkling eyes...

So he looked at the cup of tea that Qin Feng had refilled for him. It was seven minutes full, just right.

Then he sighed heavily and muttered, "You guys are so stupid when it comes to writing books. Just like my previous instructor, I didn't even get angry when I called him a nerd." Then he took a sip of tea.

The instructor was the old man's best friend. He had never been angry in his life, and he was the writer he admired most.

It's a pity that he passed away due to illness a few years ago. He left so quickly that I didn't even see him for the last time.

This mouthful represents a compromise. What happened just now is wiped out. The sack will no longer be used today. Everything returns to the most essential issue.

After taking a sip of tea, Mr. Wang became serious.

The teacup was gently placed on the table, but it still made a crisp sound, like a storyteller's gavel, announcing that tonight's business was about to begin.

"Do you know why I called you here today?"

Qin Feng thought seriously for a moment and said without any perfunctory words: "When I was in Gusu, you said you wanted to observe me personally, so I came to the capital. I think as long as I leave the hotel these days, there will be countless pairs of eyes staring at me. Write down everything I do and everyone I meet. Come here today, it should be time to release the list."

He paused and looked directly into Mr. Wang's eyes without evading him at all, with a clear conscience.

"Even if you don't come to see me, I will wait for An Ruo to leave the capital and visit on another day... to check whether my results are up to standard."

Mr. Wang nodded and tapped his fingers on the table.

He did not comment on what Qin Feng said, nor did he comment on whether what he said was right, but changed the topic.

"How is Rengui's life in Guanhai? Is he satisfied with the job that the boss found for him?"

"Uncle Wang is living a good life and enjoys his job. Although he is not a fish, I can guarantee that Uncle Wang is satisfied with his current work and life."

"Ha, no wonder Rengui fell in love with you. If I were watching the sea, maybe I would do the same." Mr. Wang's smile suddenly faded, and then he said coldly: "The premise is that I don't know you are Qin Wuxiang. ...What’s wrong with being a clerk?”

Qin Feng did not regret at all. He faced his past and admitted generously: "Being able to sit in front of you and drink tea and chat, Qin Feng and Qin Wuxiang can't do it without each other. I don't want to wash away my past, I just want to prove the future." .”

"That's more or less the same." Mr. Wang nodded: "Tougher than before, a bit more scholarly... Anruo, go upstairs and call your dad to make sure you are safe, and tell him that I will be with him later. If he makes a video call, let him wait to be scolded!"

Wang Anruo was smart and intelligent, and immediately understood that grandpa wanted to chat with Qin Feng alone, so he nodded.

"Well, I'll go right now."

She grabbed her phone and stood up. After giving Qin Feng an encouraging look, she trotted upstairs.

Anyway, no matter what, he will stand by Qin Feng.

After Wang Anruo left, Qin Feng sat upright and waited for the old man to speak.

But to his surprise, the old man asked An Ruo to avoid it, and the first question he asked was not about the past few days, but about interpersonal relationships.

"How is your relationship with the host named He?"

"He...ah, you are talking about him." Qin Feng realized that the person he was asking was Teacher He, so he told the truth: "We had some communication on the phone before. Yesterday was the first time we met while filming a variety show. In terms of relationships, people in the entertainment industry Apart from Director Chen, he should be the only one who is relatively sociable."

Mr. Wang nodded, and then continued to ask: "Then do you know what the most regretful thing that He surnamed has done in his life?"

Qin Feng was in a daze when asked.I thought to myself, how could I know what Teacher He regretted most in his life?
Then I thought about it, maybe Mr. Wang knows some inside information that ordinary people don't know, right?
So he shook his head: "I was not interested in the entertainment industry before, so I don't know much about it... I just want to get involved in the near future and in the future, maybe for An Ruo."

"It's not a secret, it's something made public. If you put it like that, it seems like you really don't understand the entertainment industry... The thing he regrets most in his life is to act as a matchmaker for a good friend of his."

Netizens who know a little bit about the entertainment industry are aware of the matter between He Ling and Chen Hanbin. Their relationship is so bad that a host like He Ling, who has emotional intelligence and status, broke up on a variety show. The popularity is quite high. You can find it by searching online.

The two of them had a very good relationship back then, so good that they could take care of each other's life-long affairs.Seeing that Chen Hanbin was still single as he got older, He Ling took the initiative to act as a matchmaker and introduced Wu Jingyi, a female artist whose acting career was flourishing at that time, to him.

The two quickly fell in love and became husband and wife. They lived happily and peacefully for more than a year.

Then Chen Hanbin decided to travel around the world. As his wife, Wu Jingyi abandoned her prosperous career at the time and retired to accompany him on the trip.

If it ends here, it can be regarded as a good story.

During the trip, Chen Hanbin's true nature was exposed - he had an affair with his companion's wife, had an affair during the marriage, and was discovered by Wu Jingyi.

Unable to bear it, Wu Jingyi filed for divorce on the spot, but Chen Hanbin actually abandoned her and returned to China during the trip. Wu Jingyi, who was alone in a foreign country, almost collapsed.

After returning to China, Wu Jingyi had no place for her and lost everything because she had quit the entertainment industry for so long.

After He Ling found out about this incident, he broke up with Chen Hanbin. However, despite this, the fall of an artist and the heartbreak of a girl because of him were irreparable losses, and it became He Ling's biggest heartache.

Mr. Wang briefly told Qin Feng, who didn't care about the entertainment industry. When Qin Feng lowered his eyebrows to digest the information, he looked at him with his sharp and indifferent eyes, and tapped his finger in front of Qin Feng. .

"Does it feel familiar somewhere?"

Both are female artists with flourishing careers. The only difference between Wu Jingyi and Fang Nianwei is that the starting point of the latter is the ending point of the former.

But this does not prevent tragedy from happening, or Wu Jingyi's tragedy has nothing to do with how prosperous her stardom is.

The point is that scumbag, Chen Hanbin.

Mr. Wang said sternly: "Even good friends don't know the nature of good friends. You, a person with a long criminal record, ask you if you have a granddaughter, will you marry her to yourself?"

Qin Feng nodded without any hesitation.

He knows who he is as a person, and he also knows the helplessness and difficulties of his previous romantic encounters.

But Mr. Wang doesn’t know.

"It's because of An Ruo's guarantee and your inexplicable self-confidence that makes me compete that I have softened my attitude until now. Otherwise, if you were a guy like Chen Hanbin, I would have beaten you out with a stick!"

After a pause, Mr. Wang took a deep breath and rubbed his temples.

"I've seen everything you do in the past few days. I can't figure out who you are, and I don't know if you're just pretending to be in the past few days... But if you can pretend for the rest of your life, even if you don't know who you are. I'm not sorry."

"Then you mean..."

"I haven't said anything yet, don't worry." The old man shook his head: "A few days are too short to see anything. If I weren't old, if my granddaughter hadn't reached the age of getting married, I would have paid more attention to you. So what if it's a year or two? If you want to marry my granddaughter, you must pass my test."

"I know this very well. This is the purpose of coming to the capital."

"I don't have to stay in the capital for too long. I'll go back to Suzhou after finishing my work here... maybe I can go back to watch the sea, who knows."

After a pause, Mr. Wang changed the subject and said, "You should have noticed that the eldest son and the second son have completely opposite attitudes towards you in the family."

Qin Feng nodded. The uncle's objection was very strong. He was not a fool. Of course he could see it.

"I still plan to observe you for a while longer. Don't think that a few days of stability will make me feel relieved. Compared with my granddaughter's lifetime happiness, it's just a drop in the ocean."

The old man changed the topic: "But... I mean, if, if one day I really have a seizure and you become the son-in-law of my Wang family, because you cause discord in the family and the brothers turn against each other, I will die in peace."

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment, and then understood what Mr. Wang meant.

When Mr. Wang saw his stunned expression, a trace of relief flashed in his cold eyes.

Putting aside his character, this brat is really smart, knows how to get things done, and has high emotional intelligence.

"understood?"

"Understood." Qin Feng nodded solemnly.

"Then wait until you deal with Uncle An Ruo, and when the whole family comes to persuade this stubborn old man like me, maybe you will have a cup of warm tea when you come in."

The old man sneered and said with a chuckle: "As for now...I've finished talking to you, you can get out. I'll keep the things, and I won't send them away. Don't think I can keep you for dinner."

Qin Feng naturally understood this, but if he could make the old man relax and say that he would deal with the objections from his uncle first, his trip to the capital would not be in vain.

One step closer to a future with An Ruo.

He stood up and glanced upstairs, wanting to say hello to Wang Anruo before leaving, but seeing the old man's attitude of seeing off guests, he nodded slightly and turned around to leave, cool and calm.

Mr. Wang looked at Qin Feng's back, thoughtfully.

Peace is the most important thing when talking about things, respect your elders, be neither humble nor arrogant in the face of challenges, and never lower your identity and dignity...

Why would such a person do such a thing as lingering among flowers?
I don’t understand, I’m confused, is it just lustful?

He is already seventy years old, but there is still a young man who he cannot see through, making him sigh all day long.

One moment I feel uncomfortable that my granddaughter has fallen in love with such a person, another moment I feel uncomfortable because Qin Feng did such bad things in the past, and another moment I feel uncomfortable that Rengui's son of a bitch has thrown such a big mess for him.

"Waiting for An Ruo to finish the phone call later, I will go up and scold him to vent my anger."

"Sir, someone is visiting."

"not see!"

Butler Li came in to report, and the old man waved his hand. As long as the phone didn't ring, he could ignore anyone who came.

"It's... the youngest son of the Zhou family, Zhou Jin." Butler Li leaned into Mr. Wang's ear and whispered.

"Zhou Jin?" The old man frowned, "Who has been close to Qin Feng these days?"

"Yes sir."

"Well...let him in."

Butler Li received the order and led Zhou Jin through the door in a short time.

Zhou Jin wore a very decent khaki suit today, which was very high-quality. Coupled with his short stature and elegant appearance, with red lips and white teeth, there was a sense of contrast.

Not old, but very stable.

"I've met the old man. I asked my father to say that he is in good health." After entering the door, Zhou Jin greeted Mr. Wang and exchanged greetings.

"Are you here because of the Zhou family's affairs, or because of Qin Feng's affairs?" The old man sat on the sofa, stretched out his hand, and Butler Li showed him the tea.

The visitor is a guest, not to mention Zhou Jin’s background is indeed not small.

He took something out of his pocket, "Both of them are... I'm here for my husband, and it's considered a family matter."

"Your husband?"

"Master Qin Wuxiang." Zhou Jin's voice was not loud, but full of pride.

He spread his hands, and a recording pen lay in his palm.

　I was so tired that I went home and fell asleep, but I overslept. When I woke up, I was typing and was delayed for a while.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)