Everyday Romance After Becoming a Billionaire

"Hahaha..." The old man laughed and gave him a thumbs-up. "I’m impressed. You’re a sharp one, kid, not bad. I only asked her after we were married, and she told me she used chicken breast, pork leg, and grass carp from the kitchen, plus a bunch of other odds and ends, all minced into a paste to make that bizarre Dragon Meat. But you missed one type of meat."

"What meat?"

"Rat meat."

Ugh~

Shan Weizi and Liu Piaopiao looked like they were about to throw up.

"Hahaha... Your grandmother thought I was there just to find fault with her, so she caught a field mouse and threw it into the mix."

"As for the Tang Monk’s Flesh, that was much simpler. Back in the day, your grandmother went to the silkworm farm next door, grabbed a handful of pupae, and fried them up. After all, isn’t Tang Sanzang the reincarnation of the Golden Cicada?"

The old man smiled, reminiscing about the past.

"Su Ran, you did a great job. It really has the feel of the old days. I love this birthday present. Come, this toast is for you."

In truth, the flavor of what the old man ate was nothing like what Su Ran had made. And yet, it was exactly the same, because the words Su Ran had spoken were identical to what his late wife had said: ’What does Dragon Meat taste like? Sweet? Sour? Salty? Who’s ever tasted it? Who knows?’

The old man found himself liking this young man more and more. He was smart—or rather, it wasn’t just intelligence but attentiveness. He was observant, able to identify the crucial point. While others were preoccupied with what heavenly flavor Dragon Meat might have, he focused on the most critical detail: that it was an era of scarcity.

The old man declared grandly, "From today on, you are my grandson-in-law!"

Shan Weizi said shyly, "Grandpa~"

The old man asked, "What? You don’t approve?"

Shan Weizi just said, "I..." and fell silent, lowering her head to eat. ’The adults are teasing me again.’

Su Ran smiled and placed a piece of meat in Shan Weizi’s bowl. "Go on and eat. You worked hard all afternoon, too."

"Mhm," Shan Weizi nodded.

Watching the young couple, the elders all smiled with gratification.

「Just then.」

Liu Buqun raised his glass. "Su Ran, that block of wood you gave me will still take some time to carve. Come, let’s have a drink."

Su Ran quickly stood and raised his glass, holding it lower than the other’s. He savored the aroma for a moment before downing the contents in one go. "It’s alright, I’m not in a hurry. Take your time."

Liu Buqun said, "Alright then. I’ll carve it slowly. I’ll have it done by the time you two get married and put it in your new home."

Su Ran: ...

Shan Weizi: ...

The two exchanged an awkward glance.

Sigh...

Su Ran sighed. ’What am I going to do...?’

Su Ran remembered all too well what happens to guys who can’t say no.

After finishing his drink, Su Ran waited for Liu Buqun to sit down before taking his own seat.

These small details did not go unnoticed by the elders, and each one earned him major bonus points in their eyes.

How to put it? The guy was so rich, so handsome, and on top of that, so damn polite. Kind-hearted, sensible, obedient, fiercely loyal... the list went on. Seriously, was this guy even human?

It was like every good label in the world was stuck to him.

In reality, even now, Su Ran was completely clueless when it came to romance.

In the beginning, he was just trying to be a good friend to everyone, with no other intentions. How did they all end up falling in love with him?

Now, he was so hopelessly confused that he didn’t even know who he liked the most.

What a mess.

’I guess only time will tell.’

...

Su Ran had just sat down when Shan Zhentian raised his glass. "Su Ran, thank you for fulfilling a dream for my father. I’d like to propose a toast to you. May you always stay true to your original intentions."

Su Ran knew exactly what he meant by "stay true to your original intentions."

"Thank you, Unc—Hiss..."

Just as Su Ran was about to raise his glass, a sharp pain shot through his foot. He snuck a peek under the table.

’Holy shit, what is my mother-in-law doing to me? This is insane!’

It was Liu Piaopiao, who was sitting beside him. From under her qipao, her slender foot, clad in a stiletto, was pressing down on his instep, grinding into it forcefully.

Above the table, she acted as if nothing was happening, raising her glass and giving Su Ran a smile that hid a dagger. The meaning was obvious: take her side, and don’t talk to Shan Zhentian.

’Such a childish mother-in-law.’

’If it were any other woman, Su Ran would have already used his Finger Technique Fragrance to teach her thighs a lesson.’

Su Ran whispered, "One glass."

Liu Piaopiao gave a soft "Hmph," lifted her high heel off his foot, and crossed her long legs.

Only then did Su Ran raise his glass and have a drink with Shan Zhentian.

Sigh...

’My life is so hard. Now I’m being controlled by my beautiful mother-in-law, who won’t even let me talk to my father-in-law. How ridiculous is this?’

Still, the banquet was a very pleasant affair, and the alcohol flowed freely.

When everyone was tipsy and in high spirits, Liu Buqun even gave an impromptu performance of a martial arts form, to which Su Ran clapped and cheered.

He struck the closing pose.

Liu Buqun sat down and said, "Su Ran, you kid, you’re too thin and weak. You need to work out more."

Su Ran nodded. "Yeah, I’ll have Weizi teach me."

Shan Weizi just smiled without explaining. She knew Su Ran didn’t like martial arts; his only form of vigorous exercise was limited to the bedroom, let alone something like martial arts.

The banquet concluded amidst cheerful laughter. Shan Weizi and her mother, Liu Piaopiao, helped the group of drunkards—all of whom were insisting, "I’m not drunk!"—back to their rooms to rest.

When it was Su Ran’s turn, the mother and daughter flanked him on either side. The tipsy Su Ran’s head lolled to the right as he mumbled, "Weizi," and tried to kiss her cheek.

"I’m your mother-in-law."

Liu Piaopiao pushed his face away, causing him to fall onto Shan Weizi’s shoulder.

「At the entrance to the small courtyard.」

On one side was the courtyard prepared for Su Ran, and on the other was Shan Weizi’s.

Shan Weizi blushed and said, "Why don’t we take him back to my room? So I can look after him tonight."

Liu Piaopiao rolled her eyes. "As if he doesn’t sleep in your room every time he visits. Go open the door."

"Mhm." Shan Weizi let go of him and scurried over to open the door.

A drunk person is dead weight. Su Ran was tall, and Liu Piaopiao, by herself, didn’t have the strength to hold him up. So, the moment Shan Weizi left, Liu Piaopiao felt Su Ran’s entire weight press down on her like a giant rock.