"Damn ghost! I'm going with you. Such a fine son-in-law—we can't let him get away!"
"With my skills, I refuse to believe he can escape from the palm of my hand!"
Murong Jiangshan stared blankly at his own middle-aged wife. What kind of ferocious, wolfish words had he just heard?
That was her son-in-law! Could it be that she wanted to make a move herself?
Huang Ying gave Murong Jiangshan a resounding slap and cursed, "You damn ghost, what are you thinking? What kind of person do you take me for?"
"Do you think I'd covet my own son-in-law?"
Heh heh!
Murong Jiangshan scratched his head awkwardly. That was indeed what he had been thinking just now.
His wife's behavior had been rather strange lately. Whether at home or outside, she was always dressed in a qipao.
That kind of clothing showed off one's figure far too well. They had been married for so many years; they knew each other inside out.
She had never been so obsessed with qipaos when she was young. This was a very dangerous sign!
Could it be that he hadn't satisfied her lately, that he had turned in too little of his marital dues?
"Dad, Mom, what are you...?" Murong Qingya wanted to say something, but the words never left her mouth.
"Don't worry, daughter. We won't do anything to Hua Qiang."
"We're just going to have a heart-to-heart with him, exchange a few words, and then let you two return to how things were before!" Huang Ying said gently.
"Yes, yes, we're going to talk to Hua Qiang. By the way, daughter, where does Hua Qiang live?"
Murong Qingya froze, a flash of shame crossing her face before she shook her head.
"Oh, my precious daughter, you've been dating for two years, yet