My Son-in-law Is A War God

"Brother Zhang, did you really buy it?"

Even now, some people couldn't believe it.

"Bought it, wow, a card without a password, I've never seen one before."

The middle-aged man was thrilled beyond measure.

His persistence had finally paid off.

Even after Xiao Chen and Jiang Meng drove the car away, the dealership staff was still in shock.

They had seen people buy cars, but not like they were buying vegetables.

A few female sales reps even fantasized about being Jiang Meng, having such a bold boyfriend.

That would make their lives complete.

But they never considered that Jiang Meng's good fortune came at the cost of nearly losing her life.

As the car pulled away.

Someone was already waiting there, sent by Zhang Qi.

"Miss Jiang, do you have any special requests for the license plate? If not, I guarantee all procedures will be completed within an hour," the person said respectfully.

"No special requests, just hoping it includes the numbers '610'," Jiang Meng said.

These numbers were her father's birthday, and though he had passed away, she didn't want to forget.

"Sure!"

The person drove off.

Xiao Chen took Jiang Meng to a nearby upscale restaurant to dine while they waited.

"This doesn't seem right, it's someone else's money after all," Jiang Meng said, still a bit apprehensive.

"Come on, this time it's on me!"

Xiao Chen smiled, took out his phone, and showed Jiang Meng his WeChat Wallet balance.

Just one glance, and Jiang Meng's jaw dropped.

"Oh my gosh, I've only seen on the news that someone can have so much pocket money.

Let me count, units, tens, hundreds, thousands…"

Jiang Meng's eyes sparkled with stars.

"No need to count, it's just five million," Xiao Chen said with a smile.

"Five million! Oh my god, you keep five million in your WeChat Wallet? Why not invest it? Why not put it in a bank?" Jiang Meng felt like she was going crazy.

Even when she was at her wealthiest, she never had such extravagance.

And he's just a ride-share driver?

"Investing is too much trouble," Xiao Chen said nonchalantly. "Let's not talk about that now. Let's eat; the car paperwork should be ready by the time we're done."

This was a high-end restaurant.

Its reputation in Linhai was very high, not because it was expensive, but because it had good reason to be.

The food was delicious and fresh, and the service was very good.

But even so, when Jiang Meng received the menu, she was still stunned.

"Is this a Caviar Themed Restaurant?"

Because the menu items were all caviar-themed dishes.

Crispy Hairy Crab Balls with Sturgeon Caviar!

Chilled Seafood Platter!

Wagyu Beef with Caviar!

Crunchy Pigeon with Siberian Sturgeon Caviar!

Wagyu Sea Urchin Caviar Sushi!

And so on!

The key point was that each dish was exorbitantly priced.

"Are you sure the prices are correct?" Jiang Meng couldn't help but ask.

"I'm sorry, miss, but our caviar is the highest grade," said the server.

"It comes from the eggs of Iranian Beluga sturgeon aged 60 to 100 years old, priced at about 35,000 US dollars per kilogram! So naturally, the dishes are a bit pricier!"

The server, seeing Jiang Meng's unsophisticated look, though he didn't say anything, felt a hint of disdain.

People have a bit of a snobbish side.

After all, Xiao Chen and Jiang Meng were not dressed very impressively.

"That's more expensive than gold!"

Jiang Meng was dumbfounded, having never eaten such pricey caviar even when her father was alive.

"There's no need to boast; Iranian caviar is indeed good, but this one, it's worth at most twenty thousand US Dollars per kilogram."

It's not the best.

Do you really think I haven't tasted it before?"

Xiao Chen said calmly.

Upon hearing this, the waiter was stunned.

Most people who eat caviar don't have any clue about the quality—they would believe whatever he said.

But this person had called out his lie directly.

"Alright, bring me a chilled seafood platter, and another half kilogram of caviar."

"Are you sure you want half a kilogram?"

The waiter asked cautiously.

A half-kilogram of caviar would cost more than ten thousand US Dollars, over eighty thousand RMB.

Moreover, the key question was whether these two people could even finish it.

"Yes, half a kilogram."

Xiao Chen confirmed.

"Alright, right away."

The waiter hurriedly left.

Looking at Xiao Chen, Jiang Meng couldn't help but say, "You're definitely not a rideshare driver, right?

I've never been to this kind of restaurant before.

And yet you've been here.

And someone who casually carries over five million in 'change' can't be an ordinary person."

Xiao Chen smiled and said, "I'll let you in on a secret; I'm actually an agent from S.H.I.E.L.D. in America."

"Liar!"

Jiang Meng gave Xiao Chen a disdainful look, knowing he wouldn't tell the truth.

With a helpless sigh she said, "If you don't want to tell, then don't, but I don't understand why someone with your capabilities would debase themselves to become a live-in son-in-law.

And to marry someone like me who's practically on their deathbed.

It doesn't make sense!"

Xiao Chen looked at Jiang Meng seriously and said, "I am an angel sent by God, specifically here to save a lost little angel like you."

Jiang Meng shook her head, knowing it was pointless to ask further.

She could feel the kindness Xiao Chen had shown her, and during her illness, she had truly fantasized countless times about scenarios from TV dramas.

She never expected them to become reality.

Liujin Mansion.

It was an upscale residential community.

The neighborhood was lined with rows of detached villas.

Small though, they were not something an ordinary person could afford.

Although property prices in Linhai were not too high, the location here still reached fifty thousand per square meter.

The footprints of these detached villas were all around two hundred square meters.

They were designed as small villas and were naturally quite smaller compared to the larger ones.

But as the saying goes, 'a sparrow may be small but it has all its vital organs,' and their total price was over ten million.

Not many people could afford them.

When Liu Xin reappeared in this community, her feelings were truly complicated.

She and Jiang He had moved here when they returned from abroad, before Jiang Meng came along.

Having lived in the villa for over a decade, it was hard to believe she was evicted just because someone said so.

Now, she had finally come back.

"Isn't that Liu Xin? What's this, working for a moving company now?"

Suddenly a voice rang out.

It was Mrs. Liu from next door.

Mrs. Liu's husband was a corporate executive with an annual salary of a million, considered a successful individual.

But even for them, buying one of these small villas here was a painful investment.

When Mr. and Mrs. Liu first moved in, they were very keen to ingratiate themselves with Liu Xin and Jiang He.

But after Jiang He's troubles started, they lost touch.

When Liu Xin needed to borrow money for her daughter's treatment, she was avoided like the plague.

Yet back in the day, they had helped this couple quite a bit, which makes one cold to see how fickle the human heart can be.

Mrs. Liu's words were filled with the contempt of someone superior for someone they considered beneath them.

And with arrogance.

Liu Xin frowned, not wanting to deal with this person at all.

Now that she knew what kind of person she was, Liu Xin really didn't want to get involved with such a family.