As it neared five o’clock, Grandma Tan urged them to get going to avoid rush hour.
Arriving at the hospital parking lot, Tan Yuheng felt a little curious.
’Just what kind of car does my future son-in-law drive?’
He saw an imposing red Cullinan driving towards them.
Tan Yuheng instinctively took a few steps back.
But the car didn’t drive past; instead, it stopped right in front of them.
"Boss."
The driver got out and opened the rear door for them.
"Sir, Ma’am, you and Huahua can sit in the back. I’ll just take the passenger seat."
Qi Sheng knew that showing up in a Cullinan would be a bit of a shock to them.
He decided to get in the car and let them take their time processing it.
"Huahua, is your boyfriend really this rich?"
Tan Yuheng had thought he could provide a respectable dowry for his precious daughter.
But after seeing that Qi Sheng actually owned a Cullinan worth millions, he completely lost his confidence.
’What if his family offers a bride price of ten million?’
’Where on earth would I find a dowry of equal value?’
"Yeah, he earned all the money himself. You’ve heard of Bitcoin, right?"
Tan Hua used the same line on her parents that Qi Sheng had used on her.
"In that case, Huahua, you’d better hold on tight. A guy as outstanding and handsome as Qi Sheng is bound to be in high demand."
Han Yueying couldn’t help but worry about her daughter.
She knew perfectly well how ridiculously attractive a man with his advantages would be to other women.
"What’s there to worry about? Our precious daughter is gorgeous. No other girl can compare."
Tan Yuheng looked as if he believed his daughter was the most beautiful girl in the world.
An embarrassed Tan Hua pulled her dad into the car.
"Mom, I know what I’m doing, so don’t worry."
Tan Hua smiled at Han Yueying, not overly concerned.
’As long as I don’t cause trouble or make a scene, my position is unshakable.’
It was safe to say she held all the cards.
...
「Palm Island, Yu Tu Restaurant.」
This restaurant had the same owner as Zifei in Chengdu.
Both specialized in high-end Sichuan cuisine, with an average cost of over 1,000 yuan per person.
Of course, that per-person average was just a suggestion and not to be taken literally.
Tan Yuheng had booked a private room in advance and ordered one of each of the restaurant’s signature dishes.
Since he was treating his future son-in-law, he couldn’t do anything that would make his daughter lose face.
"Ah Sheng, can you handle some baijiu?"
Tan Yuheng wanted to see how Qi Sheng held his liquor, so he was the one to suggest baijiu.
"I can drink a little."
Qi Sheng was being very modest.
With his current Physique, he wouldn’t get drunk even if he downed three or four bottles of baijiu.
"Then let’s get two bottles of Maotai—one for each of us."
Tan Yuheng had a high tolerance, but his limit was about one bottle of Maotai.
Any more than that, and he’d have trouble finding his way home.
"You two should take it easy. Don’t ruin your health."



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