92: Chapter 92 Brother-in-law: Brother-in-law, you're my own brother!

The bathroom door opened. Su Qiang walked out. His face was washed clean, and his hair had been pressed down with water. Although his eyelids were still swollen, that air of dejection had dissipated significantly. The delivery uniform he had been wearing was gone, replaced by a dark blue casual suit that Chen Fan had someone deliver.

Clothes make the man; after the change, he actually looked a bit like a young talent, though his hands were awkwardly placed with nowhere to go, constantly tugging at the hem of his jacket.

"Alright, you look like a decent person now." Chen Fan sat on the sofa, looked him up and down, and casually tossed a kraft paper file bag onto the coffee table with a dull thud. "Take it."

Su Qiang was stunned for a moment, then walked over and picked up the file bag. The bag felt heavy. He unwound the string and reached inside.

A black car key slid into his palm, the three-pointed star logo reflecting cold light under the lamps. Immediately after, he pulled out a glaringly red "Real Estate Ownership Certificate" and a house purchase contract.

"Mer... Mercedes-Benz?" Su Qiang's hand trembled, and he almost dropped it. When he delivered food, he was most afraid of scratching cars like this, as he couldn't afford the damages. The texture of this key was heavy and cold, yet it burned his heart with anxiety.

He opened the red property deed again, his gaze falling on the "Right Holder" column. It clearly bore two characters: Su Qiang.

He looked at the address: Yunzhou City Center, Xuefu Lanting, a 160-square-meter flat.

Su Qiang only felt a "buzz" in his head, as if someone had whacked him on the back of the head with a stick. Xuefu Lanting? That was the best school district housing in Yunzhou, over forty thousand per square meter. This unit alone must cost six or seven million!

"Bro... Brother-in-law..." Su Qiang's legs went weak, and his lips trembled so much he couldn't even form a complete sentence. "Why... why is my name written on this?"

Su Guohua on the hospital bed also stretched his neck out. "What? A property deed? Old Chen, what are you up to now?"

Chen Fan crossed his legs and peeled a banana, his tone as casual as if he were discussing what to eat for dinner. "Dad, didn't I just say? My company is booming, and I'm lacking a regional manager for the South China region. Although Qiang Zi doesn't have high academic qualifications, he is honest and willing to work hard. Most importantly, he is family, and I can trust him."

He pointed to the things in Su Qiang's hand. "This car is a company vehicle for the manager, a Mercedes-Benz E300, used to maintain appearances when discussing business. As for that house, it's company employee housing, temporarily lent to Qiang Zi to make it convenient for him to pick up and drop off his children for school later. After all, now that he's a manager, he can't still be living in a basement, right?"

"Employee housing gives such a nice place?" Su Guohua widened his eyes, looking incredulous. "And it comes with a Mercedes-Benz?"

"Oh Dad, you don't understand the current market." Chen Fan took a bite of the banana and bluffed vaguely. "Talent is hard to come by nowadays. If you don't offer good benefits, who is going to work hard for you? Besides, this counts as our company's fixed assets; it's not a loss."

Su Guohua listened in a daze. Although he felt something was off, since it was "company" property and didn't require his own money, he breathed a sigh of relief. Instead, he lectured his son with a serious face. "Qiang Zi, did you hear that? Your brother-in-law is promoting you! This car and house belong to the company, so you must take good care of them and don't break them! Work hard in the future, and don't embarrass your brother-in-law!"

Su Qiang held that pile of priceless items, tears welling up in his eyes. He wasn't stupid. To hell with employee housing! What kind of employee housing changes the name on the property deed directly to the employee's? This was clearly a gift! It was his brother-in-law fearing he would have a psychological burden, fearing he would have trouble facing his parents, that made up such an excuse. How was this just a brother-in-law? This was practically a second parent!

"Thump!" Su Qiang's knees went weak, and he knelt straight down on the carpet. This kneel was solid, without a shred of hesitation.

"Brother-in-law!" Su Qiang howled, his voice laced with tears, yet it was louder than at any time before. "No, Brother! You are my own brother! From now on, I sell my life to you! Wherever you point, I will strike; I will have no second words!"

The previous disdain and contempt all vanished into thin air at this moment. In this money-first society, someone who could smash out millions to save his pathetic life without blinking an eye when he was at his most desperate was a god!

Chen Fan didn't dodge; he accepted this gesture, then extended his foot and nudged his knee. "Get up. A man's knees have gold; you kneel to heaven, earth, and parents. Why are you kneeling to me?"

Chen Fan put away the playful look on his face, his eyes becoming sharp. "Qiang Zi, I've given you these things; this is your confidence. Take these to see that old woman, and keep your back straight for me."

"If she dares to nag and complain, just slam the property deed in her face. Tell her that the Su family isn't short on money, but whether or not this marriage happens is now up to you!"

"Yes!" Su Qiang sprang up from the ground, wiped his face, and his eyes became fierce as never before. With this gun, he was a soldier on the battlefield; he was afraid of no one.

"Go." Chen Fan waved his hand. "The car is downstairs; Old Zhang will tell you how to drive it."

Su Qiang nodded heavily, turned around, and bowed to Su Guohua and Liu Yumei. "Dad, Mom, wait for me. I will definitely bring Xiaoli back!"

After saying this, he grabbed the car keys and the property deed, rushing out of the hospital ward like a gust of wind. His retreating figure carried a sense of determination as if he were going to blow up a bunker.

The hospital ward became quiet again. Su Wanqing looked in the direction her younger brother had disappeared, then looked at Chen Fan, her eyes flowing with emotion. She walked over, and while pouring water for Chen Fan, whispered in his ear, "You just keep spoiling him. Is that house... also earned from 'flipping wigs'?"

Chen Fan blinked and lowered his voice. "Of course. These days, there are many bald people, and the market is huge."

Su Wanqing couldn't hold back and burst into laughter, reaching out to pinch the soft flesh on his waist. Although she knew he was talking nonsense, the way this man protected his family was truly handsome.

"Alright." Chen Fan stood up and straightened his tank top. "Muyang, there's nothing left to do here; you leave a few nursing assistants to watch over them. Your mother has been tired all day, so I'll take her downstairs to get something to eat."

Chen Muyang, who had been standing in the background, nodded, a rare trace of fatigue appearing on his cold, stern face. "Dad, I have an engagement tonight." Chen Muyang checked his watch. "There is some finishing work for that previous merger and acquisition case, and I've arranged to talk with several partners."

"Go." Chen Fan waved his hand. "Drink less alcohol; don't be like your uncle, ruining your health by drinking."

Chen Muyang acknowledged and turned to walk out of the hospital ward. Watching his son's straight, upright back, Chen Fan suddenly felt a bit uneasy. Has this kid been too smooth lately? At such a young age, wielding such great power and surrounded by temptations, I hope he doesn't really go bad.

However, thinking about it again, with his father's genes right here, it shouldn't... lead to any major trouble, right? At this moment, Chen Fan did not know that a misunderstanding about the "degenerate life of a wealthy young master" was quietly brewing.