Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Dog's Legs Have Gone Weak

Just as he finished his goji berry tea, Qin’s mother returned with groceries.

“Auntie, you’re back. Let me help you with the vegetables,” Yang Xiaofan offered tactfully. It was his first day at his girlfriend’s home—of course he wanted to make a good impression.

But Qin’s mother would never allow such a promising son-in-law to toil away in the kitchen. She firmly ushered Yang Xiaofan out.

“No need for your help. Go chat with Nuanyu for a while, that’s enough. Auntie can manage just fine on her own.”

“But, Auntie, I often cook at home. Let me help you.”

“Oh, I said you don’t need to help, and that’s that. If you come into the kitchen again, Auntie will get upset.”

And so, Yang Xiaofan was forcibly ejected from the kitchen.

Seeing this, Qin Nuanyu spoke up, “Xiaofan, why don’t you go and look for my dad? He was so angry just now—I’m a bit worried.”

“Of course!” Yang Xiaofan agreed without hesitation.

If he wanted to marry Qin Nuanyu happily, he needed the approval of both parents. At present, only Qin’s mother agreed, while her father was still angry. Without his consent, the wedding would never be smooth.

“But you should stay at home and rest. You’re just pregnant—you shouldn’t be moving about.”

“But what if my dad stays upset?”

Qin Nuanyu was clearly worried that Yang Xiaofan might get into a quarrel with her father, which would put her in a difficult position.

Yang Xiaofan smiled reassuringly, “Don’t worry—I promise, no matter what happens, I won’t raise my hand or my voice. I won’t put you in an awkward spot.”

“But…”

Qin Nuanyu still looked uneasy. At that moment, Qin Nuanxin’s eyes lit up as if she’d found an opportunity.

“Sis, let me go with brother-in-law. With me there, I guarantee our dad won’t lay a hand on him.”

“Well… alright then.”

With a member of the Qin family by his side, her father probably wouldn’t make things too hard for Yang Xiaofan.

“Then we’ll be off.”

“Mm, go on. Dad’s most likely at the community center playing chess. Whenever he’s troubled, he heads there.”

“Got it. Just wait for me at home.”

Qin Nuanyu nodded.

Yang Xiaofan then headed downstairs with Qin Nuanxin in tow. All the while, she was playfully clinging to him, calling “brother-in-law” this and that, trying to convince him to help boost her streaming popularity. But Yang Xiaofan remained unmoved—if he’d wanted to be a livestreamer, he’d have done it long ago; he had no reason to join her in it.

Meanwhile, the viewers in the chat were full of envy.

“I’m so jealous—Doggie’s never been this gentle with us.”

“Poor Number Two on the leaderboard—he’s spent a thousand bucks on gifts, money he saved eating instant noodles all month, and still lost out to the brother-in-law.”

As they reached the parking lot, Qin Nuanxin swallowed hard when she saw the Ferrari. “Brother-in-law, look—the Ferrari! Isn’t it cool?”

“It’s alright, just a car,” Yang Xiaofan replied nonchalantly. When he’d first started driving it, it had felt impressive, but the thrill faded with time. Like a new suit—exciting at first, then just clothes.

But Qin Nuanxin couldn’t contain herself and let out a shriek. “What did you say? This is a Ferrari and you say ‘just alright’? Are you kidding me?”

“Is a Ferrari really that impressive?”

“Of course it is! This is a Ferrari 488, 3.9T V8 twin-turbo, zero to sixty in 2.9 seconds. The base price alone is over four million, and with options and taxes, it’s at least five or six million on the road. Such an expensive car—and you say it’s just alright?”

The chat exploded:

“Brother-in-law, that’s too much. Sure, you’re rich, but you can’t just ignore a Ferrari.”

“Right! Spending hundreds of thousands doesn’t make you a tycoon. Owning a Ferrari, that’s true wealth.”

“Nowadays, everyone online claims to be worth billions. Brother-in-law showing off is just par for the course.”

Yang Xiaofan looked at Qin Nuanxin in silence, as if she were trying to force him to admit the car’s greatness. Then, without a word, he pulled out the keys and unlocked the Ferrari in one smooth motion.

In that instant, the air seemed to freeze. The chat went utterly silent.

After several seconds, Qin Nuanxin leapt onto Yang Xiaofan like a koala, wrapping her arms around his neck in excitement. “Wow! Brother-in-law, you’re amazing! I love you to death!”

Yang Xiaofan’s face darkened. He pried her off and pinned her against the wall. “Calm down.”

The chat exploded again with even more fervor.

“I’m so jealous! Even the Ferrari belongs to brother-in-law. Brother-in-law, do you need any leg hair for your thighs?”

“Brother-in-law, my sister’s not bad-looking either. Want to consider her? We don’t even need a dowry.”

“Brother-in-law, take Doggie under your wing too. With all that money, feeding one more is nothing.”

It took all Yang Xiaofan’s effort to get Qin Nuanxin to settle down, though she was still excited.

“Brother-in-law, let’s drive to find Dad. I’ve never ridden in a Ferrari before!”

Yang Xiaofan frowned. “It’s just within the neighborhood—is it really necessary to drive?”

“It’s totally necessary! The community center is really far from our place—you have to walk all the way around the block.”

“Really?” Yang Xiaofan was skeptical. After this brief interaction, his trust in Qin Nuanxin’s honesty had plummeted.

“Really! Brother-in-law, you don’t trust even me?”

His eyes made his doubt clear, but he still decided to give her the benefit of the doubt.

“Alright, let’s drive.”

“Yay! Brother-in-law, I love you!”

No sooner had they gotten in than Qin Nuanxin began boasting to her viewers, “Look, everyone! Here’s the interior of a six million yuan Ferrari 488—carbon fiber everywhere, you can practically smell the money!”

Yang Xiaofan cast her a sidelong glance and started the car, following her directions. The roar of the Ferrari’s engine echoed through the neighborhood.

Five minutes later, as they returned to the building, Yang Xiaofan was thoroughly baffled.

“Weren’t we going to the community center? Why are we back?”

Qin Nuanxin widened her innocent eyes. “The community center is right downstairs! That little two-story building across the street. Sorry, brother-in-law, I just wanted a ride in the Ferrari. You’re not mad at me, are you?”

Yang Xiaofan’s face twitched uncontrollably.

If she were his actual sister, he’d have dealt with her with a carrot and a stick long ago.