A-List Actress: Paper Marriage but Pampering Billionaire

Chapter 1112: Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

Upon entering the house, Mr. Qin noticed the empty living room, and had a bad feeling, shouting, "Where’s Xi Xi?"Mrs. Qin emerged from the kitchen, holding a white radish, and replied indignantly, "Your dear daughter has run away."

Hearing this, Mr. Qin’s face stiffened. "Did you scold her again? I’ve told you countless times, the child is grown, has her own opinions, stop nagging her."

Mrs. Qin was displeased, "So, without asking anything, you put all the blame on me, are you really that biased, Qin?"

Mr. Qin knew his wife’s temperament—strong-willed, controlling, but truly fond of her daughter.

In recent years, the kids in the surrounding neighborhood got married and even had grandkids, but Xi Xi still had no prospects. Having ended things again with the last one, Mrs. Qin was increasingly anxious.

Mr. Qin didn’t want to tangle with her, stubbornly saying, "Anyway, it’s definitely not my daughter’s fault."

Mrs. Qin nearly laughed in anger; no wonder their daughter’s stubbornness could hardly be reeled in—she was just like her father.

"Alright, alright, my fault. Tonight, I’ll make some delicious food for our daughter to apologize, is that satisfactory?"

Hearing his wife’s words, Mr. Qin’s face softened a bit, saying again, "You’re her mom, it’s natural for you to talk to her; you don’t need to apologize."

Mrs. Qin looked at Mr. Qin’s earnest expression; her anger had dissipated long ago. Saying goes, whether a family lives harmoniously depends entirely on whether the man knows how to sweet talk.

Her Old Qin had no talents, working a lifetime as a construction worker, but his dedication to the family was a blessing too.

Mrs. Qin, holding the radish, was ready to return to the kitchen, when she heard her husband say, "I just saw Xi Xi downstairs with a young man. Did we have guests this afternoon?"

"No guests." Mrs. Qin looked at him puzzled, quickly concentrating on the phrase ’young man.’

Her eyes lit up, gazing at her husband, "What kind of young man is it, how does Xi Xi feel about him, and how does he look? Is he worthy of our Xi Xi?"

Mr. Qin, seeing his wife’s demeanor, slightly regretted mentioning it.

He mumbled, "I didn’t see clearly, just noticed them walking together."

"He must be pursuing our Xi Xi! I thought my daughter is so beautiful—no way can she not be chased after! Just as I was thinking, here comes the person," Mrs. Qin jubilantly said, "I must give her a call, ask if she’s bringing him home for dinner."

"Stop right there! Nothing is settled yet, quit messing around." Mr. Qin loudly stopped her.

Mrs. Qin snapped to reality, "Right, the guy hasn’t even come over yet, the girl must not rush it, otherwise it would be too undignified. I need to look at what good dates are there this year, and prepare accordingly."

Mr. Qin saw Mrs. Qin imagining their daughter’s impending marriage as if it’s happening tomorrow, and his face turned dark.

If he perceived correctly, the young man walking with Xi Xi looked even younger than her. Older ones aren’t reliable; younger ones, even less so.

Moreover, that young man was dressed quite flashily; he seemed to be another wolf in sheep’s clothing like Lu Zhaoming.

Definitely, when Xi Xi returns, he must advise her: we’re not short of suitors, choose wisely, scrutinize thoroughly!