Eating Soft Rice the Hard Way—Rongrong, My Wealthy Wife!

Wei Feng found it rather strange.

As the Saint Son of Spirit Hall, while Ning Fengzhi was the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Just as he had thought, they were people who had nothing to do with each other. Ning Fengzhi had no reason to invite him.

He had even imagined before that, given his and Qian Renxue's identities, Qian Renxue would probably use her Xue Qinghe disguise as an excuse to invite him.

But Ning Fengzhi had never been part of his assumptions.

"Saint Son, shall we go?"

"Yes. Lead the way!"

Wei Feng gave his answer.

Whether it was a mule or a horse, he would have to bring it out and see.

He wanted to see exactly why Ning Fengzhi had suddenly invited him.

In the original work, Ning Fengzhi was a man whose intellect was practically demonic.

The legendary Angel Investor could be none other than Ning Fengzhi.

Though his investment in Tang San had been somewhat unprofitable, resulting in the deaths of Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, Ning Rongrong had at least become a god.

Barely... well, it was not a loss.

Besides, Wei Feng still felt rather apprehensive toward this imagined father-in-law of his.

He remembered clearly that, in the original work, Ning Fengzhi had noticed the undercurrents stirring across Douluo Continent ahead of time.

He had even made arrangements in advance because of it.

Someone with such wisdom was certainly no ordinary man.

"You're saying my teacher invited the Saint Son of Spirit Hall away?" Qian Renxue received the news immediately. Hearing the report from the Heaven Dou Imperial Family's attendants, she was slightly puzzled.

"Yes, Your Highness the Crown Princess. Sect Master Ning invited the Saint Son of Spirit Hall away, so our banquet invitation was a step too late."

Qian Renxue fell silent.

She contemplated the news her subordinate had reported.

For a moment, she could not tell what might be amiss.

Having interacted with Ning Fengzhi often, she knew very well how farsighted he was.

This sudden move truly left the hazy future beyond her understanding.

How strange. I was just saying the Soul Master Competition was boring and that I ought to go relax, yet Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect invited me.

Could it be because I'm too handsome, so even someone like Sect Master Ning couldn't resist inviting me? Or did he know I found the Soul Master Competition boring and deliberately arrange a banquet to entertain me?

Forget it. I shouldn't be so narcissistic. Though Ning Fengzhi is my imagined father-in-law, I still need to be careful around him. A man with near-demonic intelligence... if I'm not careful, I could easily capsize in a ditch.

That's right. It's not like I don't know how to play along. First, I'll see what Ning Fengzhi is really after and whether he wants to probe something out of me.

Wait, that's not right. How can I just call him Ning Fengzhi? He's my wife Ning Rongrong's biological father—my future father-in-law!

What a sin, what a sin. I really have gotten too carried away. I need to rein myself in a little. No matter what, I have to build up enough goodwill in front of my father-in-law.

It's settled, then. I have to bring my wife Ning Rongrong home. If I fall out with my father-in-law and can't trick myself a wife because of it, wouldn't that be a huge loss?

???

Dad actually invited Wei Feng?

The instant Ning Rongrong saw the Diary Instance's contents,

her mind suddenly buzzed into chaos.

"What does Dad want with Wei Feng?"

"Isn't this letting a wolf into the house? That man already has his eyes on your precious daughter!"

Ning Rongrong pouted.

She had seen Wei Feng call her his wife Ning Rongrong in the Diary Instance several times.

It would definitely be a lie to say she was not embarrassed.

There was clearly nothing much to this matter.

Yet seeing the Diary Instance's contents again gave her an illusion.

A father-in-law meeting his son-in-law?

How could that possibly be okay?!

Speaking of my wife Ning Rongrong, although her temper is a little overbearing and she's a genuine Little Witch, she does have her merits.

She was born in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and her martial soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda... Oh, no, that's wrong. She's already eaten a Aromatic Silk Beauty, so it should be called the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda now.

With such a cheat-like martial soul, she has an innate sense for treasures and the like. There's simply no stopping her from getting rich!

Hiss—if I bring my wife Ning Rongrong home, I won't need to worry about household expenses ever again! She's absolutely a wealthy wife! Living off a rich wife like this would be amazing!

Ning Rongrong: "..."

Was that what her martial soul was for?

Hmph, Wei Feng, you rotten man! And who was a Little Witch?!

Ning Rongrong's cheeks flushed slightly.

She admitted that she was a Little Witch, and she was famous for it within the sect.

But now that Wei Feng had written it in the Diary,

she felt too embarrassed to show her face.

It felt like her secret was being publicly executed.

Ahhh, Wei Feng, why did you write all that?! "Wei Feng just said Dad might be probing him. Could Dad have noticed Spirit Hall's ambitions too?"

"Did Dad invite Wei Feng now just to verify the suspicions in his heart?"

Ning Rongrong calmed down.

She was arrogant, having been pampered in luxury since childhood.

But she still had the brains she should have had.

Reviewing the Diary Instance's contents, she could not help falling into deep thought.

The many other women reading the Diary

also could not help their eyes lighting up at this point.

Someone personally acknowledged by Wei Feng as having near-demonic intelligence was a tremendous discovery to them all.

Even though they had known Ning Fengzhi before and had heard what kind of person he was,

with the appearance of the Diary Instance,

and Wei Feng's commentary on this so-called "novel world" of Douluo Continent,

to receive Wei Feng's recognition—

Ning Fengzhi was terrifying indeed!

Wei Feng knew nothing of this. Led by an attendant, he quickly arrived outside the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena's reception hall.

Ning Fengzhi wore luxurious robes.

He stood there leaning on a cane.

Though middle-aged, he always wore a smile that made others feel as if they were basking in a spring breeze.

Handsome, wealthy, and backed by an incredibly powerful force.

In Wei Feng's view, someone like Ning Fengzhi would absolutely be the ultimate distinguished older gentleman in the eyes of many women from his previous life.

"You must be the Saint Son of Spirit Hall!"

"I am Ning Fengzhi. I hope you will not mind this sudden invitation."

The moment Ning Fengzhi saw Wei Feng, he stepped forward to greet him.

Sword Douluo followed behind Ning Fengzhi, all the sharpness of his sword intent completely restrained.

Not a trace of Soul Power leaked from his body.

Anyone who saw him would likely never believe that Sword Douluo was a Super Douluo whose Soul Power had reached level 96.

Seeing Ning Fengzhi take the initiative to show goodwill, Wei Feng hurried forward and shook his hand.

"Sect Master Ning, you are too courteous. I have long heard of your great name."

"Before I came to Heaven Dou City, my teacher specifically instructed me that should I meet Sect Master Ning, I must convey his greetings to you on behalf of my teacher and Spirit Hall."

Ning Fengzhi smiled warmly.

Still shaking Wei Feng's hand, he spoke again. "Saint Son, you have come from afar. I have prepared a little wine, so please come inside and have a chat."

"Then this junior will gladly accept!"

Wei Feng smiled just as warmly.

After that brief exchange, he had confirmed it.

Ning Fengzhi had indeed come to probe him!

His father-in-law truly was terrifying!! PS: Please vote with recommendation tickets, thank you!!!