Very quickly, the things in the pink shopping cart piled higher and higher. Even the cub sitting in the cart had several items held in his arms.
Gong Ze was in the picture area choosing a drawing board for his good eldest son when he suddenly felt someone watching them.
Gong Ze paused and narrowed his eyes subtly.
No way.
Even two grown men like him and Feng Yuan would be targeted? Who was so blind?
In previous worlds, Gong Ze had been a police officer, and his investigative ability was quite good. He himself was also very sensitive to gazes. He could confirm that the other party was not a curious passerby casually looking, but specifically surveilling.
But there seemed to be no malice in the peeping gaze. Gong Ze did not immediately turn around to find the person. Instead, he put down the drawing board, pretending to be uninterested, and pushed the cub in the pink cart toward the children’s daily necessities section.
“Daddy, are we not looking at drawing boards anymore?”
Panpan asked, looking up.
Feng Yuan thought Gong Ze simply had not taken a liking to the mass-market goods here and said casually: “The quality here really isn’t good enough, but it’s enough for a child to draw… You want to cultivate his painting talent?”
Otherwise, why be so picky?
“No, I just felt dazzled by the choices. We’ll look again later.”
After Gong Ze said this, he seemed to casually tug Feng Yuan, making him walk to his side, then took a bottle of children’s lotion from the shelf and handed it to him. “Help me check the ingredient list.”
Feng Yuan took it without suspicion, flipped the bottle over, and started reading.
He stood lazily, one arm still resting on Gong Ze’s shoulder.
Although he disliked this clever little brat, Gu Panpan was, after all, Gong Ze’s son, which made him equivalent to his son.
Calculating it this way, Feng Yuan had already come to regard Gu Panpan as one of his own.
When choosing things for Gu Panpan, Feng Yuan was quite serious.
“This bottle of rose essential oil is too fragrant for a boy.”
Feng Yuan furrowed his brows: “Use the aloe one.”
Panpan looked up and called eagerly: “Feng Yuan, Feng Yuan, let me see.”
Feng Yuan clicked his tongue: “Feng Yuan is what you call me? No sense of seniority. Call me Daddy.”
Although he said this, Feng Yuan’s arm had already lowered in front of the cub.
The good eldest son was very clever and would not be scared by him. Grabbing his arm, his little head popped out from Feng Yuan’s embrace, leaning against Feng Yuan’s muscular chest, snatching the thing from his hand.
Feng Yuan mischievously deliberately raised it high to tease him.
Gong Ze watched the two of them, one big and one small, in a harmonious atmosphere. A smile flowed through the depths of his eyes, but he quickly restrained it.
Calmly, he picked a cartoon mirror from the shelf. After opening it, using his body and Feng Yuan as cover, he angled it toward the position behind him.
The mirror reflected the mall outside the supplies store, people coming and going. Gong Ze slowly rotated the mirror surface.
Near the glass railing, at the row of tables and high stools, there was a group of young people drinking milk tea. In them, Gong Ze spotted a very strange couple.
Gong Ze raised an eyebrow.
From the mirror, this couple was wrapped up completely.
The man wore a hat and mask; the woman draped a headscarf and wore sunglasses. And all of it was luxury brands. Just the sunglasses on the woman’s face cost seventy or eighty thousand.
On the man’s wrist, the hand he deliberately raised to block his face wore a Patek Philippe platinum diamond-inlaid watch worth six million.
They thought they were disguised tightly, but in fact they were completely out of place among passersby. They had not noticed at all that several discerning passersby nearby were staring at them in shock and curiosity.
Excitedly eager to go up and strike up a conversation.
And judging by the exposed skin, bearing, and aura of this man and woman, the two were probably between forty and fifty years old.
Gong Ze frowned.
He was a little puzzled.
…What were people like this… secretly following and peeping at them for…
Suddenly inspiration struck!
A flash of insight in his mind, and in that instant he realized something. He abruptly looked toward Feng Yuan!
Feng Yuan felt the intense gaze from his side. Too lazy to move, he directly tilted his chin toward Gong Ze. “Hm? What’s wrong?”
Gong Ze: …Case solved.
His family’s shameless mad dog’s family members had come looking.
True. Feng Yuan was both useless and fond of playing. Gong Ze had temporarily marked him plenty of times. With Alpha bite marks on the back of his neck, Feng Yuan simply did not dare go home to live.
But no matter what, he could not go two whole months without going home, right!
No wonder his parents had come looking.
Although this day would come sooner or later, Gong Ze was still quite interested and began imagining the next plot—would the other party give me twenty million to leave Feng Yuan, or come up and slap me, calling me shameless?
System: Big shot, you…
“Nothing.”
Gong Ze closed the cartoon mirror and put it back on the shelf, not telling Feng Yuan what he had discovered either.
“Let’s go look over there.”
“Hm? Oh.”
Hearing Gong Ze’s words, the man subconsciously stood up straight and actively pushed the cart and cub over. Where was there any of the former irritability that made him lash out at the drop of a hat? He was as obedient as a domestic big dog.
Gong Ze curved his lips and followed behind. His dark, beautiful eyes rolled to the corners, and his peripheral vision swept outside the store.
[Big shot, aren’t you going to call them out?]
“Call them out for what? Heh, one has to give people some time to observe.”
To be honest, although Gong Ze was not afraid of Feng Yuan’s family opposing him, his wife had been hard-won. For this, he had even used the bitter-meat scheme.
If at this time someone jumped out to disagree, even if it were Feng Yuan’s parents, Gong Ze would still feel slightly irritated.
“So I’ll let them see Feng Yuan’s attitude toward me,” Gong Ze blinked ‘slyly.’ “Remember, when facing your lover’s parents, the degree of your lover’s love for you determines how much confidence you have in front of your lover’s parents.”
No matter how tough a father was, he could not stop a beautiful daughter from insisting on marrying a yellow-haired punk who rode a modified scooter.
No matter how painstaking a mother was, she could not tie down a rich young lady daughter who insisted on eloping with a country phoenix man, crying that love makes water taste sweet.
This was an eternal truth.
Although Gong Ze’s feelings for Feng Yuan were indeed sincere, and even if Feng Yuan did not let him eat soft rice, he was confident he could pull a thirty-years-east-thirty-years-west, grasp the grassroot counterattack against the rich and handsome, come back and slap the faces of the father-in-law and mother-in-law who once looked down on him, and then marry Feng Yuan in a dog-blood script.
But it was too troublesome.
The lazy black-hearted one chose the shortcut.
Gong Ze: Speaking of it this way, why do I sound like a bad person? Mm, doesn’t matter. Anyway, I’m not a good person either (smile).
Gong Ze: Also, all you little beauties, please don’t be impulsive for love~
System: OK, learned another thing.
…
Gong Ze, this thick-skinned old black-hearted scumbag, was still thinking of using Feng Yuan to fish for his father-in-law and mother-in-law. But he never expected that his thinking was still too limited.
He had completely forgotten that this body’s appearance had a heartthrob setting…
He and the system had adapted too naturally. He completely forgot how good-looking the original body was.
That was a face worthy of being called a buff!
Before the two elders could weigh their son’s importance, they were first hit by his looks, wave after wave.
Gong Ze did not know that when he “married into” a wealthy family, before he even had a chance to use the young master, he ended up using his face instead.
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