231: Chapter 232 Jiang Qianqian is in love? Jiang Chen's alarm bells are ringing.

The noise in the banquet hall had not yet dissipated.

The crystal chandeliers illuminated those flashy desires with absolute clarity.

Jiang Chen stood by a pillar, holding the half-finished glass of Lafite in his hand, but his gaze, sharp as radar, precisely captured that figure in the corner.

Jiang Qianqian.

That sister of his, who was usually so boisterous and could haggle with him for ages over a few yuan worth of sweet potatoes, was standing there quite properly right now, her face as red as a ripe apple.

And opposite her.

Stood a youth who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old.

The youth was dressed quite elegantly, his short silver hair meticulously styled, and his eyes were so deep they seemed to hide stardust from the depths of the universe.

Most importantly, the bouquet of flowers in his hand was actually shimmering with a faint, cold light.

That was genuine crystalline ore.

It was some kind of extremely expensive luminescent ore, forcibly ground into the shape of petals.

This wasn't giving flowers; this was clearly stuffing several kilograms of treasure into one's pocket in broad daylight!

"Where did this pig come from?"

Jiang Chen's brows furrowed into a " river" shape, and he felt his jaw aching. "That kid doesn't look like a good guy; there's a flicker of wicked intent in his eyes. It doesn't look like he's here for romance; he's here for a transaction, isn't he?"

He was just about to carry his wine glass over to "say hello," but was grabbed by Academician Chen Shuyin beside him.

"What's the rush?"

Academician Chen Shuyin pushed up her glasses, looking over there with an amused gaze. "Qianqian is already eighteen this year. Is it strange for her to date?"

"Dating? Is that what you call dating?"

Jiang Chen sneered. "Look at that kid; is that the look of someone looking at a sister? The way he looks at Qianqian is even more intense than how he looked at my warship earlier! This kid is definitely up to no good!"

"What would he want from Qianqian?"

Academician Chen Shuyin smiled without smiling. "Does he want her not-yet-grown figure? Or her little bit of pocket money?"

"He wants my background!"

Jiang Chen lowered his voice, his tone extremely certain. "Don't you see who this kid is? Although he hides it well, I can tell at a glance that unique biological magnetic field of a high-dimensional civilization."

He took a sip of red wine, his eyes becoming increasingly sharp. "This kid is some kind of royal from the neighboring galaxy. These people are best at political marriages. He's going after my cabbage, definitely to trick us out of our black technology!"

"Your persecution complex..."

Academician Chen Shuyin just wanted to retort, but saw that Jiang Chen had already strode toward that direction.

He walked extremely fast.

Every step carried a chilling pressure.

Jiang Qianqian was being flirted with by the youth and was at a loss.

"Really? You... you really brought a planet over?"

Jiang Qianqian widened her eyes, looking at the glowing crystal bouquet in the youth's hand. "If you carry this thing on you at night, you wouldn't need to buy a flashlight, right?"

The youth smiled gently, his voice magnetic and charming:

"As long as you like it."

"I can even for you..."

"What can you do for her?"

A cold voice suddenly interjected between their conversation.

The youth's movements stiffened abruptly.

That feeling was like a mouse stealing cake, suddenly having its neck grabbed by the owner.

He stiffly turned around, looking at Jiang Chen's handsome face that was smiling without smiling, and only felt a chill run up his spine to the top of his head.

That pressure known as "Father God" or "God's Favored One" made him not even dare to breathe.

"Jiang... Lord Jiang Chen."

The youth's cold sweat instantly soaked his formal wear; that aristocratic elegance vanished in an instant, replaced by extreme panic.

"I... I was just..."

"You were just what?"

Jiang Chen walked between them, directly shielding Jiang Qianqian behind him.

He looked at the youth who was half a head shorter than him, his gaze like he was looking at a thief preparing to pick his front door lock.

"Want to pursue my sister?"

Jiang Chen turned around and patted the youth's shoulder, the force so great that the youth's knees bent involuntarily.

"Kid, let's speak plainly."

"Don't put on this act in front of me."

"Bringing so many rare ores and dressing so flashy, your motives are way too obvious, aren't they?"

The youth's face turned pale instantly. That feeling of embarrassment from being seen through to his underwear made him wish he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into right there.

"No... it's not..."

"I..."

"Alright, enough nonsense."

Jiang Chen tossed his wine glass onto the nearby tray, making a crisp sound.

He looked at this alien little prince, the corners of his mouth curling into a cruel yet amused arc:

"You want to pursue my sister? Fine."

"The rules are simple."

"First, go to the West Suburb Base and help me move bricks for a month, and stack up all the warehouses for me."

"If you are still alive by then..."

Jiang Chen leaned into his ear, lowered his voice, his eyes full of warning:

"We'll talk again about whether you are qualified to be my relative."

The youth's mouth twitched, as if he had heard some terrible news.

Let him move bricks?

He was a royal! A royal who brought a planet with him!

"What?"

Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes, a dangerous cold light flashing in his gaze:

"Not willing?"

"Want to pursue my sister, but don't want to put in the effort?"

"Then you'd better hurry back to your planet."

"I don't approve of this union."

The youth looked at Jiang Chen, then at Jiang Qianqian, who was blushing but not objecting, and finally could only lower his head, clenching his teeth in extreme humiliation.

"I... I'll do it."

"Moving bricks it is!"

The youth lowered his head, his voice full of despair. "As long as I can see her, moving bricks... is fine!"

Jiang Chen finally revealed a satisfied smile.

Another high-quality worker has been acquired.

This is called—The Self-Cultivation of a Son-in-Law.

"Deal."

Jiang Chen put his hands behind his back and strode toward the balcony, which was the preparation area for the luan bird to set sail again.

It was time to find some work for this kid.

After all, in this house, without real skills, one doesn't even have the qualifications to be a spare tire for his sister.

"Let's go, my good brother-in-law."

Jiang Chen looked back, watching the little prince who looked like he had lost all hope, and smiled exceptionally brightly:

"Report to the base on time at six tomorrow morning."

"By the way, bring those planetary coordinate maps you brought with you."

"We have plenty of work to do next."

After saying this, he didn't give the other party a chance to regret it at all, turned around, and walked outside.

"Qianqian, stop looking."

He shouted without looking back, "Hurry up and pack your luggage; we're going to space."

Only the alien little prince was left behind, looking at his back, disheveled in the wind.

This script...

Why is it not quite what I imagined?!