"Okay." Zhou Hong and Qiao Xiaoyu walked out of the hotel together.
Just as they were about to get into the car to leave, a voice suddenly called out from a distance: "Zhou Hong."
Zhou Hong looked in the direction of the sound and saw seven or eight people walking from afar, with an old man at the head.
Upon seeing the elder leading the group, Zhou Hong frowned. The elder was none other than the Qin family patriarch. The seven or eight people behind him were all prominent figures in the Qin family.
Qiao Wanli also felt puzzled when he saw the Qin family patriarch and several family members approaching.
"What do you want?" Zhou Hong grunted impatiently.
"Zhou Hong, congratulations." The Qin family patriarch came forward and offered a smiling congratulation.
"No need," Zhou Hong said unceremoniously.
"Zhou Hong, I hope you will seriously consider returning to the family. Mengxue also hopes you will come back," the Qin family patriarch said straightforwardly.
Hearing the Qin family patriarch's words, Qiao Wanli and the others trembled slightly.
At this moment, Qiao Xiaoyu couldn't help but squeeze Zhou Hong's hand, seemingly afraid that Zhou Hong would return to the Qin family and become Qin Mengxue's fiancé. Although she and Qin Mengxue were best friends, when it came to a man, a best friend couldn't give way.
"Are you here to crack a joke?" Zhou Hong was speechless. The Qin family patriarch was so shameless, trying to get him back in front of Qiao Wanli and the others.
"Old Master Qin, isn't this inappropriate?" Qiao Wanli quickly stepped forward and said.
"Brother Qiao, what's inappropriate about it? Zhou Hong was originally a live-in son-in-law of my Qin family, and he only left the Qin family due to some misunderstanding. The marriage contract is still in my Qin family's possession."
Zhou Hong frowned and asked, "What marriage contract?"
"Of course, it's your marriage contract with Qin Mengxue. Don't you remember? When you were young, Qin Mengxue's grandfather, my third son, personally signed a marriage contract with your parents. After you turned eighteen, you could come to my Qin family as a live-in son-in-law. When you left my Qin family that day, the marriage contract was not destroyed."
"Hahaha, I remember I wrote a letter of divorce on the wall and divorced Qin Mengxue then," Zhou Hong burst into laughter.
"That was just child's play and doesn't count. If writing a few words on the wall counted, why would we bother with signing contracts and imprinting our hands? In any case, you are still our Qin family's live-in son-in-law. I hope you will return soon. Mengxue is also waiting for you. Although she did dislike you a bit back then, she can understand. After all, your performance was too poor. Even though the Qiao family doesn't dislike you now, it's because you are different from before. If you were still the same as before, I dare say this Qiao Xiaoyu would also look down on you and want to break off the engagement. Therefore, Qin Mengxue and Qiao Xiaoyu are no different. I hope you consider it carefully."
Zhou Hong felt a surge of anger inside. They were really good at twisting logic. However, they still held a marriage contract, which Zhou Hong hadn't expected, and it was the original one.
"It's up to me to decide whose live-in son-in-law I want to be. What is a marriage contract worth?" Zhou Hong snorted, too lazy to bother with the Qin family anymore.
"Xiaoyu, let's go home," Zhou Hong said, taking Qiao Xiaoyu's hand and getting into the car outside the hotel.
Qiao Wanli and the others also got into their cars and left, leaving only the Qin family patriarch's men standing there.
"Old Master, I don't think Zhou Hong will ever turn back," a second-generation member of the Qin family sighed.
"Don't give up so quickly. After Qin Changhui is discharged from the hospital tomorrow, have him come forward, and bring Qin Mengxue along. I believe that will move him, after all, the marriage contract is in black and white."
At this moment, Zhou Hong was sitting in the back seat of the car, with Xiaoyu sitting beside him.
"Zhou Hong, you're not really going to go back, are you?" Qiao Xiaoyu asked worriedly.
"Heh, how could I? They called me a toad back then, especially Qin Mengxue's mother. No matter what, I won't go back."
"But they still have your original marriage contract. Logically speaking, their marriage contract is more authoritative than the one you signed with my grandfather. Moreover, Mengxue is also very beautiful and hasn't dated anyone. Aren't you the least bit moved?"
"What's there to be moved about? Their thick skin is their business. Don't overthink it," Zhou Hong laughed and put his arm around Qiao Xiaoyu.
This was the first time Qiao Xiaoyu was so close to Zhou Hong. Her heart pounded, and her face turned red.
On the way back, Zhou Hong also fell into thought.
He was genuinely afraid that the events that happened on Zixiao Continent would repeat themselves.
In the past, on Zixiao Continent, many beautiful women liked him, and Zhou Hong couldn't refuse them all, which eventually became a nuisance.
Several times, because Zhou Hong was too outstanding and too handsome, he was so bothered by beautiful women that he almost scratched his face, and almost cut off his private parts, so that no beautiful women would be attracted to him anymore.
So Zhou Hong was now somewhat worried that his past troubles would resurface.
Just then, Zhou Hong's phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, Zhou Hong couldn't help but let out a wry smile. He was worried about something, and it came true.
The one calling at this moment was none other than Shen Yanran.
Shen Yanran had pursued Zhou Hong before, so Zhou Hong knew she liked him.
Zhou Hong glanced at Qiao Xiaoyu, who he was holding, and initially intended not to answer. However, inexplicably not answering the phone seemed a bit disrespectful, so he answered.
"Hello, Shen Yanran, what's up?"
"Zhou Hong, congratulations on becoming the eighth prodigy of the Martial Cultivation Academy. I heard you're also participating in the provincial university martial cultivation competition. I hope you can advance several rounds then," Shen Yanran said with a smile over the phone.
Qiao Xiaoyu naturally knew who Zhou Hong was talking to. She felt a little depressed but also a reminder that more girls would likely be after Zhou Hong in the future. This Shen Yanran was clearly interested in Zhou Hong, and if she didn't hold her ground, she might really lose him.
Not only that, but perhaps her best friend Qin Mengxue would also secretly try to steal him away. As best friends, they surely understood each other well. Although Qin Mengxue hadn't said anything yet, Qiao Xiaoyu could feel that Qin Mengxue must have already fallen for Zhou Hong in her heart.
"Sigh!" Qiao Xiaoyu sighed deeply. She was truly afraid she couldn't hold on, especially since she wasn't a seasoned player in love. If more and more beautiful women attacked, she was afraid even Zhou Hong himself wouldn't be able to handle it.
"Thank you."
"Why be polite between friends? By the way, when is the third treatment?" Shen Yanran asked proactively.
Zhou Hong smiled helplessly. He didn't want to talk about this matter in front of Qiao Xiaoyu. However, he couldn't blame Shen Yanran, as she didn't know Qiao Xiaoyu was with Zhou Hong on the other end of the phone.