He wants to adopt a younger sister, but his aloof wife disagrees.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was even more oppressive than the torrential rain of the previous night.

This is a long, narrow Italian-style stone slab dining table. Shen Qingge sits at the head of the table, with an iced Americano and a whole-wheat sandwich in front of her—this is her disciplined breakfast every year, monotonous and boring, but healthy.

Jiang Che and Su Xiaoruan sat on the side.

In front of the two people, one big and one small, were freshly cooked thick-cut bacon, a runny egg on one side, buttered toast, and two steaming cups of sweet milk.

The fragrance inevitably drifted towards Shen Qingge.

"Smack smack..."

Su Xiaoruan ate with relish. Although Jiang Che's warning look prevented her from wolfing down her food like she did yesterday, her "uncultured" eating habits still made Shen Qingge frown frequently.

"Do not speak while eating or sleeping. Also, do not make noise while eating."

Shen Qingge put down her tablet and gave Su Xiaoruan a cold look. "This is basic manners."

Su Xiaoruan was biting into half a piece of bacon when her movements suddenly froze.

She glanced at Shen Qingge, then at Jiang Che, her eyes instantly turning pitiful, as if she had been greatly wronged.

"I'm sorry, sister... I used to always rush to eat, otherwise I'd go hungry, so I'm used to eating fast..."

Su Xiaoruan lowered her head, her voice barely audible, the fork in her hand making a soft scraping sound on the plate:

"I won't do it again, sister, please don't send me away."

Shen Qingge: "..."

She just made a suggestion, how did it turn into her being asked to leave?

Before Shen Qingge could speak, Su Xiaoruan looked up again and carefully pushed the untouched cup of hot milk in front of Shen Qingge.

"Sister, why don't you drink some milk?"

Su Xiaoruan blinked her big eyes, her face full of flattery:

"I noticed my sister was only drinking dark coffee, which is so bitter. This is milk that my brother specially heated up and added sugar, it's so sweet. Although my sister was mean to me just now, I don't blame her. She works so hard, she needs to nourish herself."

This speech was practically a demonstration of "top-level tea ceremony".

First, he played the victim (he used to steal food from me), then he showed weakness (I don't blame you for being mean to me), and finally he used his brother's warm milk as a way to show his appreciation.

Shen Qingge looked at the cup of hot milk pushed in front of her, and then glanced at Jiang Che across from her, who was cutting bacon with his head down and seemed to be suppressing a laugh. She felt as if a wad of cotton was stuck in her chest, unable to go up or down.

Drink? That's that little girl's leftovers.

Not drinking? It would make her, the hostess, seem petty and unwilling to even accept her little sister's kind offer.

"I don't drink sweets."

Shen Qingge coldly pushed the milk back, picked up her iced Americano again, and took a sip. The bitter taste spread in her mouth, just like her mood at that moment.

"Ah... my sister doesn't like sweet things."

Su Xiaoruan brought the milk back, held the cup with both hands, took a sip like a kitten, leaving a ring of milk stains on the corner of her mouth, and then gave Jiang Che a sweet smile:

"But I really like what my brother makes! It's so sweet! Brother, have a sip too!"

As she spoke, she actually held the cup she had drunk from to Jiang Che's lips.

Shen Qingge's hand holding the cup trembled violently, and the coffee almost spilled.

"Su Xiaoruan!" Shen Qingge finally snapped. "Don't you have hands? That's what you drank from!"

"But...when we were out, five or six of us would share a bottle of water..." Su Xiaoruan looked completely innocent, seemingly unaware of the ambiguity of "indirect kissing," which only made Shen Qingge's fuss seem even more exaggerated.

Jiang Che reached out and blocked the cup at the right moment, but also grabbed a tissue to wipe the milk stains from Su Xiaoruan's mouth.

"Sit still and drink by yourself."

Although Jiang Che's tone was reproachful, his actions revealed an unconscious doting affection.

"Oh..." Su Xiaoruan obediently shrank back, but out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Shen Qingge defiantly.

Seeing this scene, Shen Qingge felt that she could no longer swallow her breakfast.

She had always been the absolute core of this family, the center around which Jiang Che revolved. But now, she felt like an unwanted spectator, watching the other two put on a show of "brotherly and sisterly affection."

This feeling of being excluded was even more unbearable for her than the chaotic scene from last night.

"Buzzing—"

Just then, Shen Qingge's phone on the table kept ringing. It was a call from her secretary urging her to hurry up, and there were countless work-related WeChat messages waiting to be processed.

She took a deep breath; even if things were going badly at home, work had to go on. That's the tragedy of a strong woman.

"I'm full."

Shen Qingge tossed aside the expensive sandwich she had only taken a bite of, stood up, picked up her bag, and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, she stood in the entryway, changing her shoes while turning back, her gaze fixed intently on Jiang Che:

"Jiang Che, remember what I said this morning. Let her leave as soon as she recovers."

"Also, don't take her running around today, and don't buy her any random things. You stay home... and behave yourself."

This is both a warning and a declaration of sovereignty.

however.

Jiang Che sat at the dining table and didn't even get up to see her off.

He simply turned his back to Shen Qingge, holding a knife and fork, and replied indifferently:

"Drive slowly and don't look at your phone while driving."

His tone was calm and polite, as if he were talking to an ordinary roommate.

In the past, when Shen Qingge went out, Jiang Che would see her off to the elevator, straighten her collar, and remind her to eat lunch.

The stark contrast today caused Shen Qingge to pause for a moment as she changed her shoes.

She gritted her teeth and slammed the door shut.

"Bang!"

As the gate closed, the suffocating sense of oppression in the mansion finally dissipated.

"call……"

Su Xiaoruan let out a long sigh of relief, her whole body slumped down, and she patted her chest in the chair:

"That scared me to death... Brother, your wife has such a strong aura. When she glared at me just now, I felt like I was going to be killed."

Her "green tea" act just now was something she had to do against her will. After all, facing a boss of Shen Qingge's caliber, not fighting back meant certain death, while fighting back might have earned her Jiang Che's sympathy.

Jiang Che put down his knife and fork, turned to look at her, and gave her a half-smile:

"Did you scare me to death? I thought you were having a lot of fun acting just now. What 'My sister is so fierce' and 'I don't blame my sister'? Where did you learn those lines from in that melodramatic soap opera?"

Su Xiaoruan stuck out her tongue, revealing her true colors, and chuckled:

"That's called survival wisdom! It's her fault for looking down on me."

As she spoke, she looked at Jiang Che with some concern:

"But brother... that sister seemed really angry. She's gone, won't you get yelled at?"

She's angry because she cares.

Jiang Che said calmly, but in his mind he was checking the system's reward records.

【Ding! 】

[Shen Qingge was detected to be experiencing feelings of rejection and jealousy.]

[Mood value +500.]

[Shen Qingge's current level of attention towards the host has increased to 80% (previously 20%).]

Sure enough, only when she felt threatened would she shift her focus from work to herself.

Women love bad boys. This saying is true to some extent.

Jiang Che stood up and his gaze fell on Su Xiaoruan.

The sunlight was just right, shining on her.

Although her face was clean and she was a top-tier beauty, she was still wearing that oversized men's white shirt.

Last night was fun, today is awkward.

Moreover, she was only wearing Jiang Che's boxer shorts as safety shorts, and her two white legs were swinging under the table, which was really indecent.

More importantly, the system task is still flashing.

Main Quest: Eliminate Inferior Aesthetics (In Progress).

[Task Description: As a future tycoon, Su Xiaoruan's wardrobe can't be filled with junk. Please purchase outfits befitting her status.]

[Task Reward: 1000 million RMB in cash, +1% progress in the acquisition of Shen's Group shares.]

"Are you full?" Jiang Che asked.

"I'm full! I've never eaten this much in my life!" Su Xiaoruan patted her round little belly.

"Get up and get to work after you've eaten your fill."

Jiang Che walked to the entrance, took his trench coat from the coat rack, and then threw a baseball cap and a mask to Su Xiaoruan.

Su Xiaoruan caught the hat, looking completely bewildered: "Work? What kind of work? Do we have to go to a construction site and carry bricks?"

"Go and spend money."

Jiang Che picked up the car keys—not the Porsche that Shen Qingge owned, but the Bugatti Veyron key that the system had rewarded him with last night.

This key has a unique design, resembling an exquisite work of art.

"Replace all your old, awful aesthetic sense."

Jiang Che looked at her, his eyes filled with a hint of disdain mixed with a hint of expectation:

"Since you call me brother, I can't let you go out and be laughed at by others."

"Come on, I'll take you to cause a ruckus in the streets."

Su Xiaoruan was stunned for a moment, then her eyes suddenly lit up.

Buying clothes?!

Which girl doesn't love buying clothes? Especially when she's shopping with a handsome, wealthy older man!

"Long live the brother!!"

Su Xiaoruan jumped up excitedly, forgetting that she had an injury on her foot.

"Ouch!"

She screamed and her body slumped to the side.

Jiang Che reacted quickly and grabbed her waist.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together.

The faint milky scent of Su Xiaoruan's shower gel wafted into Jiang Che's nose, and her waist beneath his palm was incredibly slender and supple.

Su Xiaoruan blushed, looked up at Jiang Che's chin which was so close to hers, and her heart raced.

"If you jump around again, I'll throw you back." Jiang Che straightened her up, let go of her hand, and spoke calmly, but his ears also felt a little hot.

"Hehe... I won't do it again."

Su Xiaoruan put on a baseball cap, covering half of her face, revealing only her crescent-shaped eyes.

Although her feet still hurt, her heart had already taken flight.

That fierce older sister forbids Jiang Che from taking her around and from buying her anything?

Humph.

My brother won't listen to you!

……

Ten minutes later.

Tomson Riviera underground parking garage.

When Jiang Che led Su Xiaoruan to the monster parked in the corner, covered by a dust cover, Su Xiaoruan's mouth opened into an "O" shape again.

Jiang Che yanked off the dust cover.

A supercar, entirely black with sleek lines like a phantom of the night, lay there quietly.

Bugatti Veyron Sound of the Night.

Limited edition worldwide, priceless.

The carbon fiber body reflected a cold luster under the lights, and the exaggerated rear wing and huge air intake all indicated that this was a sleeping beast.

"Holy crap..."

Su Xiaoruan was truly speechless this time. Although she didn't know much about cars, she knew that this thing looked hundreds of millions of times more expensive than those modified motorcycles owned by those young hooligans.

"Uncle... this... this is your car?"

Su Xiaoruan stammered, "Didn't that lady say you were a stay-at-home dad? A stay-at-home dad drives this to buy groceries?!"

Jiang Che opened the scissor door, sat in the driver's seat, and that familiar sense of control welled up inside him.

He rolled down the car window, looked at the stunned Su Xiaoruan, and a wicked smile curled at the corner of his lips:

"Who told you I'm a stay-at-home dad?"

"Get in the car."

"Let me show you what real 'society' is like."