63: Feng’s mother: How much does it cost to leave... Or should I help you pursue my son?
"Tell me, how much will it take for you to leave my son?"
A voice entered the Daoist's ears.
He looked at the glass partition beside him in surprise.
Two people were sitting inside.
One was a woman in her thirties, exuding an air of nobility, with curly hair, wearing sunglasses, and crossing her legs, staring at the girl opposite her.
The girl opposite was soft and gentle.
A thought suddenly popped into the Daoist's mind.
If he took down the giant panda, she would be the national treasure.
Daoist: "..."
How could he have such an absurd thought?
"I am Feng Jingming's mother."
"Qi Meng, I don't know what my son sees in you!"
The middle-aged woman slapped a check on the table, "Five million, leave my son!"
Two days ago, her son suddenly said he had a girlfriend and wouldn't go on blind dates, which gave her quite a fright.
To prevent her son from being deceived, she decided to meet this girl herself!
Qi Meng was initially stunned.
Stepmother?
She was too young.
The next moment, however, she pursed her lips, her eyes turning a little red.
"Auntie, I..."
Qi Meng lowered her head, unsure what to say.
I'm just pretending, what can I say?
The Daoist scratched his head.
Isn't this just like those melodramatic TV dramas about wicked mothers-in-law that his dad often watched?
But wait... this middle-aged woman, from her facial features, didn't seem like a sharp-tongued or mean person.
Her facial features didn't match her current aura.
Could it be that there was ill omen in her home, and an anomaly was eroding her mind?
The Daoist stretched out his hand, began to calculate, and then looked utterly bewildered.
How strange, this middle-aged woman even seemed to have good fortune.
Feng Mother frowned slightly, smacking her lips.
No wonder her wretched son was so infatuated.
Such a soft and gentle little girl, she really wanted to hold her in her arms and gently peck her little face.
Having seen many sexy and unrestrained women, her son's heart was still captured by such a little lamb.
She just didn't know if she was a 'white lotus'.
Further assessment was needed.
"You don't want to!"
Feng Mother said haughtily, "That's right, considering my son's worth, adding another zero wouldn't be too much."
"How about this, let's double it, one hundred million!"
Feng Mother smiled coldly, "Leave my son!"
"One hundred million, you don't have to do anything, just lie flat at home, it'll be enough for a lifetime!"
"Qi Meng, a person should know when to be content!"
Feng Mother sneered.
Qi Meng lowered her head, shrinking her body, clenching her small fists, and cheering herself on.
"Auntie, we are truly in love!"
After saying that, Qi Meng's small face was flushed red.
Pretending to be a girlfriend was too troublesome.
Feng Mother: "..."
What a "true love"!
"Woman, don't test my patience!"
Feng Mother snorted coldly, "Are you worthy of my son?"
Qi Meng's face instantly turned pale, and she shook her head gently, "I, I am not worthy!"
Feng Mother: "????"
No, this isn't how it's portrayed in TV dramas!
Shouldn't she display an invincible aura of true love?
Why did she immediately say she wasn't worthy?
"No..."
Qi Meng suddenly looked up, "We are truly in love, and true love can overcome all obstacles!"
Qi Meng: Phew, I almost forgot, I'm just pretending.
I must keep pretending.
For Young Master Feng, come on!
Feng Mother: (≡Д≡；)
This girl's reaction time is a bit slow, is something wrong with her brain?
She just seems a bit unintelligent.
Feng Mother pinched her chin, staring at Qi Meng.
Very cute, and I can tell she's not some 'white lotus' saint or green tea... Moreover, she blushes whenever my son is mentioned, so it seems she really likes my son.
But her reactions are slow, which is odd.
It's twelve parts odd out of ten.
Both of them remained silent.
Qi Meng didn't know what to say, as she had no experience pretending to be a girlfriend.
Feng Mother, meanwhile, was pondering some things.
Her son's expression, Qi Meng's expression.
When she asked him to go on blind dates, he suddenly had a girlfriend.
The girl's reactions were slow, and she even said she wasn't worthy... Hiss~~~
Feng Mother suddenly gasped.
"Damn it, you're the one my son hired to pretend to be his girlfriend!"
Feng Mother slammed her hand on the table.
Qi Meng was startled, "Huh? Auntie, no, we're really..."
"Really my foot!"
Feng Mother said irritably, "Stop pretending!"
Qi Meng: "..."
Young Master Feng, it's not that I'm not doing my best, it's mainly that the enemy is too strong.
Your mother is a bit too smart.
The Daoist leaned against the window, listening with a bewildered expression.
How did she suddenly figure out it was a pretense?
Are people down the mountain all so cunning?
"Auntie, we..."
Qi Meng still wanted to say something.
"Never mind, never mind!"
Feng Mother waved her hand, then suddenly narrowed her eyes and said with a smile, "How was it, did I give off the vibe of a wicked mother-in-law from a TV drama?"
Qi Meng: (꒪Д꒪)??
"Little girl, stop looking!"
Feng Mother chuckled, "You're Qi Meng, right? Can I call you Mengmeng?"
"Yes, Auntie!" Qi Meng immediately sat up straight.
It felt like being called to school for misbehaving.
"I can tell you were called by my son to pretend, but..."
Feng Mother raised an eyebrow, "You like my son!"
"No!"
Qi Meng quickly waved her hands, "Really, no!"
"Stop pretending!"
Feng Mother took a sip of coffee, "Our Feng Family has a vast fortune, so there's no need to seek marriage alliances or anything."
"After all, no matter how much wealth we have, can it be more than the Zhou Family's?"
"So, my husband and I have always had one requirement for Jingming: just find someone who can truly manage a household and live a good life."
"As long as he doesn't start a business, he can do whatever he wants!"
Feng Mother sighed, "But my son, tsk tsk tsk..."
"You like him, don't you?"
"Come, come..."
"Let me tell you what he likes and dislikes..."
"When a man chases a woman, it's like crossing mountains; when a woman chases a man, it's like a veil."
"You better tie him down for me!"
Feng Mother slammed the table, "With me strategizing for you, won't you have him completely captivated?"
"Ah!?"
Qi Meng was completely dumbfounded.
This isn't what I imagined.
"Auntie, I'm not worthy."
Qi Meng said, "I'm not worthy of Young Master Feng."
"Pfft!"
Feng Mother scoffed, "Mengmeng, you need to have confidence. Your personality is a bit too soft!"
"Don't be so self-deprecating!"
"Everyone's existence has its own meaning."
"If anyone isn't worthy, it should be my wretched son who isn't worthy of you."
Feng Mother said, "He's not a good person, how could he be worthy of a 'white lotus' like you?"
Qi Meng: A 'white lotus'?
Is she insulting me or praising me?
"Come, come, let's discuss!"
Feng Mother cackled, "My son won't escape your grasp!"
Qi Meng: "..."
"My son's personality, weaknesses, hobbies..."
"Don't just stand there dumbfounded!"
"Waiter, do you have paper and a pen?"
"Come, I'll speak, Mengmeng, you write!"
Feng Mother narrowed her eyes, looking exactly like an old fox.
Qi Meng: (○○)
Daoist: "..."
I don't understand, I really don't understand.
People outside the mountain are too cunning.
Brother, where are you?
I miss you.
As long as you don't sink me into the river, I'll do anything.
If not, I'll tie Dad up and you can sink him into the river instead.