Chapter 153: The Mother-in-Law Arrives

Chapter 153: The Mother-in-Law Arrives

Inside the living room of the small villa.

Chu Fei released Xiao Jing the moment she finished swearing her oath. Not only was Xiao Jing extremely uncomfortable, but Chu Fei himself felt quite ill at ease. The primary reason was the sheer awkwardness of their posture. To put it shamelessly, that position had genuinely given him the fleeting, reckless impulse to pin Xiao Jing down and have his way with her right then and there...

Meanwhile, Chu Fei was sipping tea, attempting to use the warm liquid to extinguish the restless turmoil in his heart, wearing an expression of breezy self-satisfaction.

In stark contrast to Chu Fei, Xiao Jing sat on the opposite sofa, her teeth clenched as she glared at him with unremitting hatred.

The ferocity in her eyes still made Chu Fei flinch slightly, leaving him somewhat lacking in confidence. After all, who could guarantee that an oath would simply be forgotten? What if this woman suddenly stopped caring about whether she turned into a runway?

Consequently, Chu Fei felt the need to issue a reminder. "Don't get any ideas. You just swore an oath—no retaliation against me, and absolutely no physical attacks."

"You shameless beast!" Xiao Jing cursed, making no attempt to conceal her utter disgust for Chu Fei.

Chu Fei curled his lip, completely unfazed. As long as this woman didn't resort to violence, a few curses wouldn't cause him to lose an ounce of flesh.

"This tea is rather good," Chu Fei remarked, taking another sip of the top-grade Longjing in his cup and smacking his lips. He deliberately changed the subject, though he spoke the absolute truth. Having spent a great deal of time in the past drinking tea with the old scammer, he could easily tell that these tea leaves were far from ordinary. Even with his casual brewing method, it produced such exceptional flavor; if prepared by someone well-versed in the art of tea ceremony, it would undoubtedly taste even more sublime.

"You're drinking my tea."

Xiao Jing's expression turned even more grief-stricken and indignant. Her eyes fixed dead on the teacup in Chu Fei's hand, turning crimson with rage. That was the supreme-grade Longjing she had personally picked and stir-fried last year at Longjing Village. In total, there had been just over three catties. Aside from what she had given away as gifts, she had less than a catty left. She normally couldn't bear to drink it and kept it carefully locked away, only brewing a cup to help herself calm down when she was exceptionally distressed. Never in her wildest dreams had she expected this scoundrel to have such sharp eyes. Among the numerous bottles of alcohol and boxes of tea on the wine cabinet, every single one of which was immensely valuable, he had somehow managed to pick out this unassuming box of Longjing. When she watched Chu Fei pick up the box and pour the leaves, the provocation had nearly driven Xiao Jing to pounce forward and snatch it back. She had only managed to restrain herself at the very last second because she knew she was no match for this fellow; rushing forward would only result in inviting further humiliation upon herself.

Chu Fei was briefly taken aback, but quickly curled his lip and said deliberately, "This villa belongs to my wife, Qingqing, and everything inside it belongs to Qingqing, too. Even Qingqing herself is mine. Therefore, everything here belongs to me. How can you possibly claim it's yours?"

"You—"

Xiao Jing was driven to the verge of a frenzy by Chu Fei's absurd logic. Could this man possibly possess any sense of shame?

"Hey, keep your oath in mind. You are forbidden from laying a hand on me," Chu Fei offered another "kind" reminder, terrified that Xiao Jing might actually throw caution to the wind and attack him despite her vow.

"Despicable!"

Xiao Jing glared at Chu Fei with furious indignation, her eyes turning red before she unexpectedly burst into tears. Though she made no sound, heavy droplets fell one by one. Yet, despite her weeping, her gaze remained locked onto Chu Fei, though she stubbornly lacked the courage to step forward. The oath this scoundrel had forced her to take was simply too vicious—utterly vile, despicable, and shameless. At that exact moment earlier, Xiao Jing hadn't even feared death, but she possessed an absolute terror of the venomous oath she had taken...

Chu Fei had guessed correctly. Many women were not afraid of death, but virtually none were willing to ruin their facial features or destroy their personal image, and Xiao Jing was no exception. Throughout her life, her greatest source of pride was not her pretty face, but her breathtaking figure. Although she wasn't quite as tall as Fu Ziqing, she was close to one meter seven, especially blessed with a pair of proud, towering breasts that even Fu Ziqing had praised with unconcealed envy on multiple occasions, not to mention the countless lingering gazes from men...

Indeed, in order to maintain her prized assets, she frequently massaged them herself before the mirror, treating them with the utmost care and devotion.

To have the curse of her oath backfire and reduce her chest to a flat runway would be a fate far more agonizing than being sliced a thousand times...

To put it mildly, Chu Fei's inadvertent stunt had truly struck at Xiao Jing's ultimate lifeline. Even though her heart was overflowing with murderous intent and she hated him with a passion, she didn't dare to make a single aggressive move. She genuinely did not dare.

"I'm despicable, and I'm proud of it!" Chu Fei laughed nonchalantly.

So infuriated was Xiao Jing by his shameless remark that the tears stopped flowing altogether. The next moment, she stood up, marched straight back to her bedroom, and slammed the door shut with a loud *bang*...

"She's finally gone!"

Chu Fei breathed a sigh of relief, though a dull ache lingered in his chest. What on earth was all this madness?

However, less than two minutes after catching his breath, Chu Fei was startled into straightening his posture once more as Xiao Jing aggressively marched out from the bedroom again...

Noticing that Xiao Jing was not holding any terrifying "weapons," Chu Fei let out a long breath. Seeing her fixed stare, he asked with a tingling scalp, "What is it now? Don't forget your oath."

"Must you constantly bring up that wretched oath?!"

Xiao Jing nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood. If looks could kill, Chu Fei would have been sliced into mincemeat a thousand times over by now. At this moment, Xiao Jing felt as though she were losing her mind. Could this scoundrel not mention the oath for a single second?

He was definitely doing it on purpose.

Xiao Jing's chest heaved violently with rage...

"Fine, I won't mention it. Hey, what exactly are you here for?" Seeing that discretion was the better part of valor, Chu Fei decided not to push her buttons too hard, asking with a hint of perplexity.

Only then did Xiao Jing snap back to reality. She glared at him through clenched teeth for a long moment before finally forcing the words out: "Aunt Qin is arriving immediately. Prepare yourself."

"Who is Aunt Qin?" Chu Fei asked, momentarily blanking out as the name failed to register.

Xiao Jing was equally stunned by his reaction, followed by an immediate wave of exasperation. "Aunt Qin is Young Miss's mother, you jerk! Are you deliberately trying to infuriate me?"

With that, she spun around and slammed her bedroom door shut with another loud *bang*.

"Crap!"

So he hadn't remembered her identity for a split second—was that really worth such a reaction?

Chu Fei stared at the closed door in speechless frustration, while a grim realization quickly dawned on him. He finally understood who Aunt Qin was: she was none other than Xie Yuqin, the mother of his fiancée Fu Ziqing, which made her his prospective mother-in-law.

His mother-in-law was coming here?

Chu Fei's heart skipped a beat. Naturally, he didn't assume this mother-in-law was coming to visit Fu Ziqing; her primary target was undoubtedly him.

According to rumors, this prospective mother-in-law of his was an utterly formidable woman—so formidable that even her husband was wrapped entirely around her finger, and even the formidable patriarch of the Fu family found her a headache-inducing presence.

What was she doing coming here to see him now? What was her objective?

Suddenly feeling nervous and insecure, Chu Fei briefly entertained the urge to slip away.

*Clack—*

At that exact moment, the bedroom door on the ground floor opened once more, and Xiao Jing stepped out. Chu Fei was instantly taken aback, for at this moment, Xiao Jing bore not the slightest trace of anger. Although her gaze remained somewhat cold and filled with disgust, it was buried deep beneath the surface—so deep that one would never notice without careful observation. Within this single minute, the woman had even managed to reapply her makeup. Though subtle, it instantly projected an image of competence and refreshing poise.

"Is her face-changing speed seriously this fast?"

Chu Fei stared dumbfounded at Xiao Jing's icy visage. The Xiao Jing standing before him was completely identical to the one he usually saw, showing not a shred of difference.

"What are you staring at? Never seen a person before?" Xiao Jing sneered coldly, her expression entirely unchanging.

"No, I just think your disguise is too formidable. Truly, impressively formidable!" Chu Fei praised sincerely. They always said women changed their faces faster than flipping through a book, and it turned out to be entirely true. This Xiao Jing was an absolute textbook example.

"Hmph!"

Her sole response was a cold snort, after which Xiao Jing turned and walked straight out of the villa...

Chu Fei felt a fresh wave of dread wash over him, for through the windows he could already see a stylish red sedan parked outside. Just as Xiao Jing stepped outside, the car door swung open, and an elegantly dressed, beautiful young matron stepped gracefully out from the vehicle...

"Aunt Qin!"

Xiao Jing called out immediately, hurrying forward to greet her.

"My dear girl, how many times must I tell you not to stand on such ceremony with me? Why did you bother coming out to welcome me personally?" Accompanied by this mildly scolding remark, the matron strode quickly into the villa, wrapping her arms affectionately around Xiao Jing's shoulders in a display of great warmth.

"Aunt Qin, what brings you here?" Xiao Jing asked with a smile, though Chu Fei, who had just stepped out of the living room, clearly witnessed Xiao Jing's expression stiffen slightly as she spoke, carrying a faint trace of helplessness.

Immediately afterward, Chu Fei's attention was completely captivated by the woman holding Xiao Jing. His eyes widened in absolute disbelief. This was his mother-in-law? This was actually Fu Ziqing's biological mother?

At that moment, Chu Fei experienced a profound sense of cognitive dissonance.

No matter how he looked at her, the gentle, smiling woman standing beside Xiao Jing appeared to be nothing more than a matron in her early thirties. Though she possessed an aura of noble refinement, upon closer inspection, she looked barely older than Xiao Jing, and only a couple of years senior to Fu Ziqing. If the three women were to stand side by side, anyone would undoubtedly mistake them for sisters...

Yet, this woman did share several distinct facial features with Fu Ziqing, especially around the corners of her eyes and brows, where the resemblance was easily fifty percent. Her figure was similarly graceful and alluring. Aside from their differing temperaments, if she and Fu Ziqing stood together, they would surely be taken for twins...

Was this truly his prospective mother-in-law? Not an elder sister-in-law?

Chu Fei felt as though none of this was real. Fu Ziqing was two years younger than him, making her twenty-five this year. Yet the woman before him looked at most like she was in her early thirties. Even allowing for the fact that women knew how to maintain their appearance, this was simply excessive. She had to be approaching fifty at the very least, yet she looked barely thirty—it was utterly mind-boggling...

"Oh? Could this little fellow be my prospective son-in-law, Chu Fei?"

The matron-like woman finally noticed Chu Fei, a brilliant smile instantly blooming across her face.

"Uh, hello, Auntie!"

Chu Fei hurriedly descended the steps. Regardless of whether he was mentally prepared, Xiao Jing's earlier address had proven that this woman was indeed his prospective mother-in-law. He quickly offered a smiling greeting.

"Heh, why do you look so shy? This is rather different from what they told me," Xie Yuqin said, chuckling as she looked Chu Fei over. She seemed like an explorer stumbling upon a new continent, her eyes shining brightly as she scrutinized him from head to toe, her gaze fierce enough to make Chu Fei's skin crawl.

"Uh—" Chu Fei had no idea how to respond. Unlike Xiao Jing, this stunningly beautiful woman was his prospective mother-in-law; she wasn't someone he could casually joke with. No matter how much of a scoundrel he was, Chu Fei wouldn't dare speak carelessly here.

While he chose to hold his tongue, Xie Yuqin's next action caused Chu Fei's mind to go completely blank.

"Still, they didn't lie to me entirely. The little fellow is genuinely handsome. Heh, come here, let your mother-in-law give you a hug," Xie Yuqin said with a grin, directly opening her arms wide.

"Huh?" Chu Fei's expression turned wonderfully complex, though he remained rooted to the spot. A hug? Had he heard correctly?

While he was still reeling in shock, Xie Yuqin had already stepped forward with a chuckle and enveloped him in an intimate, full-bodied embrace. A moment later, she released him, reached out, and gave Chu Fei's chest and shoulders a few light, playful pats, adding happily, "Not bad, not bad. Quite a solid build. Haha, my daughter is truly in luck!"

"——!"

Chu Fei's mind went completely blank.

An absurd thought suddenly popped into his head...

He had just been sexually harassed by his own prospective mother-in-law!