Night Fire Lingering

Chapter 323 I won't get married, nor will I break up.

Cafe.

The wealthy woman, nearing fifty, was remarkably well-preserved, appearing to be only around forty. The enormous chicken-blood stone pigeon egg on her left finger was captivating.

She made no attempt to hide her admiration as she looked Jiang Xing up and down, commenting, "You're more presentable than I expected."

Jiang Xing arrived dressed casually. After sitting down, he politely greeted the woman and then quietly looked at Lou's mother. His posture was relaxed, and his expression was completely relaxed. His poise and grace surprised Lou's mother.

—Which of those young girls who wanted to marry Lou Qi wasn't trembling with fear before her?

"Thank you." Jiang Xing pretended not to notice the sarcasm in the other person's words and simply accepted the superficial compliment.

"You!" Lou's mother choked with anger, then sneered, "I investigated you before, and you were said to be a kind person, but it seems that's not entirely true. My son was just fooled by your seemingly obedient nature."

Were you fooled by her obedience?

Do you prefer obedient girls? Or were all your exes obedient?

Jiang Xing felt somewhat uncomfortable. He had just had a disagreement with Lou Qi last night, and today he was being bothered by Lou Qi's mother. The polite smile on Jiang Xing's face faded a little.

“Auntie, it seems your investigation is not comprehensive enough. I have never been obedient in front of your son. Whenever we disagree, he is always the one who gives in to me.”

Objectively speaking, Lou Qi dotes on her a lot. It's not the kind of doting a sugar daddy shows to a lover, but rather a respectful and indulgent affection.

Lou's mother's face instantly turned ugly.

"You caused such a scene yesterday, wasn't it all just to marry into the Lou family?" Lou's mother manipulated her phone, opening a screen for Jiang Xing to see. "Girls from families like yours just want to marry into a wealthy family and achieve upward social mobility through marriage, right? We're not like those nouveau riche. Families like ours also choose their daughters-in-law. I don't care how you and Lou Qi play around, but—you're not good enough to become the young mistress of the Lou family!"

Jiang Xing glanced down at his phone; the screen displayed a tabloid news article with the headline: "Young Master Lou Goes to a Bar Late at Night, Girlfriend Picks Him Up in a Grand Manner, Possible Good News Imminent!"

What utterly meaningless nonsense! This editor probably hasn't studied Chinese linguistics.

"You think I had someone write this message?" Jiang Xing asked incredulously.

"Isn't that right? Young lady, all of my son's ex-girlfriends have used these tactics. Aren't you just trying to use public opinion to create momentum for yourself?"

“These are all new methods, why are you so nervous? You even came all the way to see me.” Jiang Xing found it amusing. “Auntie, to be honest, it’s very impolite of you to come to see me today, after all—I never thought I would end up with Lou Qi.”

"You said I was impolite—what?" Lou's mother's arrogance subsided halfway through her sentence as she suddenly realized what Jiang Xing had said.

She didn't believe him: "You haven't thought about marriage? You're kidding me!"

She looked at Jiang Xing with an expression that said, "I've seen through the true colors of you gold diggers."

"Young lady, let me be frank with you. I already have a daughter-in-law I like. You should break up with my son while you're still young, otherwise you won't be so popular when you get older."

Objectifying women is an extremely offensive statement!

Jiang Xing laughed in anger: "You came to see me today because you want me to break up with Lou Qi, right?"

Lou's mother raised her chin and said arrogantly, "It's good that you know."

"Looks like you can't persuade Lou Qi, so you've come to persuade me instead." Jiang Xing shrugged. "Sorry, I'm in a bad mood, and I hope you're in a bad mood too. I'm not getting married, and I'm not breaking up."

I'm so mad at you!