“It’s about skill!” Qin Fa-ke unabashedly grabbed Pu Chang-jie’s hand, since he had been sedated by her earlier. “Look at his hand, full of scars and calluses. A man of his status actually hiding in Singapore’s dark alleys making street food for so long, so dedicated. The food he makes must be pretty good, right?”
Her inner foodie was already active just from imagination, truly Shang Ke-xin’s mother.
“You should also help! His true identity is what you should be concerned about now, right?”
As a father, although he felt a bit uncomfortable, he had come all the way to Singapore for a day to visit the culprit who caused his daughter’s abnormal state, not to be jealous.
“Hmph! True identity?” Qin Fa-ke’s sharp eyes glanced at her husband. “No matter how complicated the identity, it can’t be more complicated than yours! Dare to bring this up? If there’s a problem, you solve it! Anyway, just come back and cook for me!”
“You don’t want to eat what he cooks?”
His strong jaw pointed slightly at the person on the bed. Saying he wasn’t jealous, but he was still concerned.
“Hou! You’re still saying this now? Otherwise, we’ll travel the world from tomorrow, sell all our stocks, forget the company, and let your family’s assets be transferred to unknown people, whatever!”
Hmph! Let’s see who cares more!
“Okay, okay! I’ll find a way to help.”
Sigh… Shang Yun-zhong, who could never argue with his fierce wife, could only helplessly sigh in his heart.
Fortunately, the daughter, who had always been keen on developing new marketing routes, had already established contact with this man’s family over a year ago. Now, what he needs to do should not be difficult; he just needs to go with the flow, and the rest depends on the fate between this man and his daughter!
Three months later—
These days, Shang Kexin had been living in a drunken, dream-like state, when she was disturbed by an unexpected visitor early in the morning.
“Kexin, let’s go!”
Bai Tingli, who had called numerous times the day before, was now determined. She brought everything—Kexin’s underwear, suit, stylist, makeup artist, and hairstylist—into the infrared oven where Shang Kexin was currently located.
