Jiang Manying

Chapter 97 Qin Rouyu Invites, Visiting Parents

Qin Rouyu's few casual words ignited Chen Jiuyang's passion.

Chen Jiuyang slapped her on the behind. "I wasn't thinking about that. I'm surprised by your talent in martial arts."

"Oh, okay," Qin Rouyu replied. "Don't you want to see the underwear beneath my clothes?"

"I do," Chen Jiuyang said fiercely, "but not now."

The danger from Qiu Yihan felt like a sharp blade at his back. Chen Jiuyang dared not get involved with other women lightly, as it could easily harm the woman before him, and others as well.

"Let's talk business!"

A hint of melancholy appeared in Qin Rouyu's charming eyes. "I'm your woman, and you're my man. I miss you, can't I want to see you? Isn't this business?"

Chen Jiuyang suppressed his restlessness. "Then why don't you usually come to find me? Every time it's me who comes to the school to find you."

Qin Rouyu giggled. "You, Professor Chen, are a big celebrity, a busy man. As a professor, you're not staying at the school, and you're blaming me? Have you no conscience?"

"Uh..." Chen Jiuyang scratched his head. It was true. A medical professor would mostly be doing research at the school or saving lives in the hospital. After publishing a few papers and becoming a professor, he hadn't really been to school much.

Initially, he wanted to get a doctor's license to facilitate saving lives and avoid being attacked or framed in that regard.

However, after becoming a disciple of Marquis Feng Han, his vision and perspective changed.

He had quite a few identities now, and being a medical professor was no longer significant. If it were a few years ago, he would definitely have worked hard as a medical professor, striving to research good things, ensure an annual income of over a million, and provide a good life for his family.

Everything was different after inheriting the legacy of the Medical Immortal.

Qin Rouyu linked her arm with Chen Jiuyang's and walked forward. "Today, I want you to come home with me to meet my parents."

Chen Jiuyang's expression froze. "Meet your parents?"

Qin Rouyu explained, "It's that man who doesn't want to divorce me. He went to my parents' place to make trouble. My parents called me home for dinner and said they wanted to discuss this matter with me."

Chen Jiuyang pondered. Qin Rouyu was such a talented young medical professor, and she was beautiful. However, filial piety was difficult to defy, and this matter required meeting her parents to discuss.

Chen Jiuyang asked, "What do your parents do?"

Qin Rouyu replied, "My father is a retired cadre. Before retiring, he was a soldier. My mother was a military doctor before she retired. My parents had me when they were forty. They were blessed with a child in their old age and were afraid I wouldn't turn out well, so they were quite strict with me."

Chen Jiuyang calculated his parents' ages and immediately felt a surge of respect. "Wait a moment. Since I'm going to meet your parents, I need to prepare some gifts."

Chen Jiuyang quickly called Deng Zun, asking him to prepare some gifts that older generations would like.

A moment later, Deng Zun arrived in a Mercedes-Benz G-Wagen, holding a case of Maotai and a string of prayer beads. "Young Master Chen, I've prepared the items."

Young Master Chen?

Qin Rouyu's beautiful eyes shifted, glancing at Chen Jiuyang. She was well aware of Chen Jiuyang's background. How could someone driving a Mercedes-Benz G-Wagen call Chen Jiuyang "Young Master Chen"?

Chen Jiuyang nodded. "Where do you live?"

Qin Rouyu said, "It's in the old staff dormitory behind Fengcheng Medical College. It's just a short walk."

Chen Jiuyang was a little surprised. There was an old residential area behind the school? He hadn't known that even after studying at Fengcheng Medical College for years.

Passing through the small side back gate of Fengcheng Medical College, across a street, was an old community of cement and red bricks. A few peach trees were planted inside. There were three buildings, and at the entrance sat an old man with calloused hands, listening to a radio program.

Seeing Chen Jiuyang and Qin Rouyu, the old man's eyes instinctively fixed on them with a fierce look. Upon recognizing Qin Rouyu, his stern gaze softened into a smile. "It's Xiao Yu, you're home."

Qin Rouyu nodded and led Chen Jiuyang into the community. Inside, a brand-new, luxurious Bentley Mulsanne was parked, and a few children were playing hide-and-seek.

"Everyone in this community has been old neighbors for decades," Qin Rouyu introduced. "Before retiring, my parents transferred to work in the logistics and personnel departments of the medical college."

Qin Rouyu led Chen Jiuyang to the third floor of a building and knocked on the door. An old man, over sixty, with white hair, opened the door. The old man had a military bearing. Seeing Qin Rouyu, he didn't show a good expression and said indifferently, "Who is this?"

Qin Rouyu linked her arm with Chen Jiuyang and introduced him. "Dad, this is my boyfriend, Chen Jiuyang."

Chen Jiuyang, holding a case of Maotai, smiled and handed it over. "Uncle, this is a small token of my appreciation for my first visit."

The old man glanced at the Maotai in Chen Jiuyang's hand, his eyes brightened, and his expression softened slightly. "Since you're here, come in and have dinner together."

Chen Jiuyang had successfully entered Qin Rouyu's home.

In the living room, Qin Rouyu's ex-husband, Zhang Hanyang, was also sitting there.

Speaking of Zhang Hanyang, he could be considered a refined scoundrel, dressed in a suit, looking like a decent person.

The atmosphere in the room was a bit stiff. The old man took Chen Jiuyang's Maotai, opened a bottle himself, poured a glass, closed his eyes, and savored it.

Qin Rouyu's mother had a strong literary aura, wearing reading glasses. The old lady spoke, "Qin Rouyu, I'm asking you, why are you so determined to divorce Hanyang?"

Qin Rouyu replied, "I look down on him, alright? I've brought the man I like back today. Is my intention clear enough?"

"Bang!"

The old man slammed the table fiercely and said angrily, "You and Zhang Hanyang were betrothed before birth, childhood sweethearts. You've been married for a short time and are already seeking a divorce. You've embarrassed my wife and me."

Zhang Hanyang said, "Wife, I didn't do well before. Please give me a chance."

The old man continued, "Zhang Hanyang hasn't been cheating on you with other women, and his family background is good. Even when you wanted to do research, it was the Zhang family who funded you. Now that you've achieved some success, you're turning your back on him. If you don't give me a proper explanation and resolve this matter today, I'll consider myself to have never had a daughter like you."

Qin Rouyu pursed her lips and remained silent.

Chen Jiuyang spoke up. "Uncle, it's true that Zhang Hanyang hasn't been fooling around with women outside, but you probably don't know that he's been fooling around with men outside."

"And he even hit Rouyu."

The old man and old lady were stunned, their expressions frozen.

Zhang Hanyang's face turned red as he explained, "Dad, Mom, he's slandering and making excuses."

Chen Jiuyang took out the evidence Qin Rouyu had given him.

Zhang Hanyang further argued, "This is all slander. Why worry about having no excuse? Dad, Mom, you've both been through revolutions. This man is resorting to any means to make Rouyu and me divorce. Don't be fooled."

The old man and old lady exchanged glances, and after a long silence, they spoke:

"To be my son-in-law, there are several conditions. First, you must have served in the military."

"Second, your family background must be good. I won't tolerate my daughter suffering."

"Third, you must be more outstanding than Zhang Hanyang."

"If you come up with some inexplicable pretexts to pursue my daughter, my medal of honor is not just for show."

The old man's words infuriated Qin Rouyu. Her beautiful eyes widened, and her face turned slightly pale. Her father was clearly favoring Zhang Hanyang and deliberately making things difficult for Chen Jiuyang, hoping he would retreat.