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Chapter 486 - She Might Not Be Your Future Daughter-In-Law



Chapter 486 - She Might Not Be Your Future Daughter-In-Law

Chapter 486: She Might Not Be Your Future Daughter-In-Law

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

In the Qiao house, Qiao Yu drove in and saw Gao Lihua leaving in anger. He frowned a little. He then parked near the gate of the main house and walked in.

In the living room, Gao Wanhua was drinking tea on the sofa with a calm expression.

“Mother!” Qiao Yu greeted her and was ready to go upstairs.

Gao Wanhua looked up at her son and asked, “Is Xia Ning really related to the Shen family?”

“It’s not important!” Qiao Yu stopped his steps and said to Gao Wanhua calmly.

Gao Wanhua nodded. “True, but your Auntie is here today for Xia Ning.”

Qiao Yu looked at Gao Wanhua but did not say anything.

“It’s all over the Internet that Xia Ning is your Uncle’s niece. Your Auntie and Uncle did not want to acknowledge her. So they want you to suppress the news,” Gao Wanhua explained.

“What do you think, Mother?” Qiao Yu said calmly.

Gao Wanhua smiled. “One is the future daughter-in-law, one is the sister who’s married. What opinion can I have?”

Qiao Yu did not speak. He turned around and was ready to go upstairs. Behind him was Gao Wanhua’s voice again.

“Did you see her at the airport?”

“She might not be your future daughter-in-law.” Qiao Yu walked up the stairs directly.

Gao Wanhua looked at Qiao Yu’s back and was caught by surprise. What happened? Did they fight again? She sighed helplessly. He was so stubborn and even she became mad even when she was just observing.

In the study on the third floor, Qiao Yu received Chen Hong’s call just as he was sitting down.

“I see. Tell President Fang, I don’t want anything different from what he promised me.”

As he spoke, Qiao Yu hung up and opened his computer to browse Weibo. Suddenly, his eyes fell onto a photo. It was from an ad from a TV show. That handsome man with black hair who was in an ancient costume and had a sword in his hand was obviously who he ran into at the airport parking lot. That was the person who sent Xia Ning back the other night.

He moved the mouse to look for the man’s name. It didn’t take him long.

Music King – Jin Yan!

He put down the mouse and googled Jin Yan. His wiki jumped out immediately. He clicked in and took a look before he called Chen Hong directly.

Chen Hong who was going to call President Fang had not even made the call yet when he suddenly got Boss’s call.

He picked up at once. “Boss, don’t worry. I’m calling President Fang now...”

“What? Investigate someone? Jin Yan?!”

“No problem, no problem. I’ll send all his info to your email in half an hour.” Chen Hong hung up and felt confused. “Why is Boss suddenly interested in a singer? Boss doesn’t look like he likes domestic pop music.”

Outside a five-star hotel, Lu Qing was all dressed up. She looked at the address on her phone and then took a look at the hotel’s name. It was correct. She went right in.

The hotel staff saw Lu Qing and walked over. “Excuse me. Are you Miss Lu?”

Lu Qing took a look at the staff and nodded. “Yes!”

“President Fang is in Room 703 waiting for you! Please follow me!” the staff said politely.

Lu Qing followed him forward to the elevator and then to the seventh floor.

The staff led Lu Qing to Room 703 and left.

Lu Qing darted a look at the staff and then at Room 703. She rang the doorbell directly.

The door opened. A man came to the door and saw Lu Qing. He sized her up quickly and asked, “Are you Lu Qing?”

Lu Qing darted a look at him and nodded. “I am!”

“Come on in. President Fang is waiting for you.” The man made way for her.

“Okay. Thank you!” Lu Qing said with a smile and walked in at once.

The man threw a look at Lu Qing and frowned a little. Was the female lead going to be this kind of woman with no looks, no boobs, or any curve? What was President Fang thinking?


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