Chapter 678: Zheng Qian's Son and Daughter

"As a reward, I'll treat you and your friend to a meal. How about that?"

Ivy blinked her cute, large eyes.

If Yang Mu were to hear this, he would probably be so angry he'd cough up blood.

Zheng Qian thought for a moment, then spoke with feigned solemnity, "Miss, please do not insult a man with chivalry. I chose to help you, not because I hope to gain anything from you. I hope you will respect me, and also respect my friend."

A flash of disappointment crossed Ivy's eyes. "Oh, I see. Well then…"

"Then let's go together. There is another iron rule in chivalry: never make a girl sad."

Zheng Qian said with a straight face.

Huh?

Looking at Zheng Qian's incredibly serious expression, Ivy began to wonder whether he was trying to flirt with her or not. If anyone else had said something like that, she would definitely have thought them glib, insincere, and incredibly greasy.

But Zheng Qian was different. She had never seen anyone who could say such cheesy lines with such sincerity.

So much so that she began to suspect, was she overthinking it?

[Favorability + 3]

Zheng Qian glanced at the system screen. Ivy Nefertiti's Favorability was only 51 points.

It was a bit better than a regular friend, but far from the level of a lover.

He breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't because Ivy's "potential for development" was high, but because he truly didn't want anything to happen with her, at least not at this stage. Moreover, he wasn't interested in having an international romance.

She was going to return to her country after finishing her courses.

Although she wasn't some princess or noble, her status was somewhat sensitive.

However, just as they were about to leave, the Middle-aged Man who had just been playing with the little girl called out to Zheng Qian.

"Young man, I saw that you played quite well just now. Care to come over for a couple of games? Little lady, you come along too."

His smile was very warm, giving people a feeling of basking in a spring breeze.

Before Ivy could react, Zheng Qian was slightly taken aback, then nodded and replied, "I'd be delighted."

After saying that, he quickly whispered to Ivy, "Beautiful lady, let's talk about dinner later. I feel like I really hit it off with this person and would like to chat with him for a bit. Of course, if you're in a hurry, you can go change and rest first."

Ivy shook her head, just glancing at the Middle-aged Man from time to time.

She somehow felt he looked very familiar.

It was as if she had seen him somewhere before, and not just once.

"Little lady, I'm borrowing your boyfriend for a while, you don't mind, do you?" the Middle-aged Man joked with a smile.

"He's not my boyfriend at all. And anyway, I'm tired, so resting here is fine. Um… Uncle, have we met somewhere before? You look very familiar…" Ivy said, furrowing her brows.

The Middle-aged Man smiled and waved his hand. "Niu Niu, you go play with your big sister for a while."

"Daddy, I saw his shots just now, it was like the Prince of Tennis." Niu Niu ran to the Middle-aged Man's side, her expression actually a bit shy, and tugged on his sleeve. "If there's time later, could you ask this big brother to teach me too?"

"Hahahaha, alright, but it also depends on whether your little big brother has time."

The Middle-aged Man lovingly patted Niu Niu's head.

Zheng Qian felt a slight sense of emotion in his heart. It seemed this refined uncle was also a daughter-slave. He actually liked daughters very much, because a daughter is a father's thoughtful little cotton-padded jacket! Daughters usually get closer to their fathers as they grow up.

Sigh, but just thinking about the day his own daughter would get married in the future...

...made him feel a bit uncomfortable.

Actually, this feeling was very strange, and it also made Zheng Qian look very silly. He wasn't even married yet, and he was already starting to worry about his future daughter's marriage. If that wasn't silly, what was? The most critical thing was, what if they were all sons?

It was just like some people buying lottery tickets; before they even won, the couple would start arguing over how to divide the five-million grand prize, and some even got divorced directly. When others asked, they would say they couldn't agree on how to split the five million once they got it!

Then their friends would surely ask, "Did you win the five million?"

The couple would reply, "Nope."

It could be said that Zheng Qian's worry had the same effect as this.

Then again, it didn't matter if they were all sons. When dealing with male creatures, one must never be soft-hearted. Beat them when they need to be beaten; that's the only way their childhood will be complete. It was precisely because his own childhood wasn't complete that he thought if he had a son in the future, he would definitely make up for it properly.

Even if he was very outstanding, he would still find a reason to beat him.

For example, if he stepped in with his left foot first when coming home, he would have to give him a kick right away.

Seeing Zheng Qian frowning and deep in thought, the Middle-aged Man couldn't help but ask, "I see you've been furrowing your brows, do you have something on your mind?"

Zheng Qian was instantly pulled back from his fantasy and sheepishly rubbed his nose. "Ah… no, no, hahahaha, it's nothing! I was just thinking about beating my son! Thinking about whether it's better to give him a kick or just slap him."

"You already have a son?" The Middle-aged Man was a bit stunned.

"No." Zheng Qian answered very honestly.

"Pfft—"

Ivy, who was sitting to the side holding Niu Niu, couldn't help but laugh, almost failing to keep a straight face. She had finally learned today about Zheng Qian's talent for spouting nonsense. It was just whatever came to his mouth, as nonsensical as could be.

And yet, the way he did it didn't seem like he was pretending!

The guy was just naturally a bit of a goofball!

"Come, let's play two games." The Middle-aged Man signaled for Zheng Qian to walk to the other side and said with a smile, "I'm older than you, so don't go too hard. That last shot really startled me. Who was your coach?"

This question really stumped Zheng Qian.

Coach…

Strictly speaking, it should be the System?

But he couldn't just tell him he had a System, could he!?

"Um… I have a friend…"

Seeing Zheng Qian stammering, the Middle-aged Man smiled and waved his hand. He had just asked casually and didn't want to pry too deeply. At this moment, a young man also wearing a tennis outfit walked over from the side of the court and handed over a ball.

Zheng Qian narrowed his eyes slightly.

Although that young man's movements looked very natural.

But it definitely couldn't escape his eyes.

Not only because he was a man with 5A stats, but also because he had been trained by Chen Chou. This person's every movement—walking, sitting, lying down—was quite swift and decisive, without any dragging or sloppiness. Most importantly, his standing posture didn't look like that of an ordinary person.

It had a very tough, military style.

He finally knew why looking at this young man always gave him a familiar "recipe" and taste.

It wasn't that his face was familiar, but that feeling was very much like Vanekto.

Vanekto's identity was a Jinyiwei.

To be able to make such a person respectful…

He was not a businessman.