CHAPTER 554: CHAPTER 552: WHEN THE IRON TREE BLOSSOMS

Jiang Kechu and Wan Chuer made their way to the parking lot, and after getting into the car, Jiang Kechu looked at Wan Chuer and intentionally asked, "Where to?"

Wan Chuer licked her lips, seductively tempting him, "I don’t remember anything from that night, how about we do it over?"

Little monster!

Jiang Kechu squinted at her, a dangerous glint in his eyes, "Are you sure?"

"I’m sure."

Jiang Kechu’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he bent down to bite her red lips. After lingering affectionately, it took a tremendous amount of self-control to let go of Wan Chuer, as he harshly spat out a word: "Fine."

The car started immediately, rushing eagerly towards Jinse Garden.

On the weekend, the Mai Family was up and mobilizing early in the morning.

"Qiqi, get up quickly, no sleeping in today."

"Qiqi, call Xiao Chen and ask him exactly what time he’s coming?"

"Qiqi, look at you, not dressing up. It’s okay usually, but today you should make an effort, go put on some makeup."

...

Mrs. Mai would come up to Qiqi’s room every now and then to check, extremely anxious, until Qiqi bared her teeth: "There’s no need to make such a fuss, Chen Ke has been to our house before."

"How can it be the same! Today is an important day, hurry up, oh dear, Little Ma must have forgotten to add sugar to the soup, I have to go watch it myself." Mrs. Mai hurried downstairs to the kitchen again.

Qiqi sighed deeply and took out her phone to text Chen Ke.

"When are you coming? My mom dragged me out of bed early in the morning to greet your grand arrival."

At the Chen Family.

The family was sitting around the breakfast table, the atmosphere was rather subdued, with no conversation.

Suddenly, Chen Ke’s phone chimed, drawing everyone’s attention. Chen Ke, as if nothing had happened, took out his phone to look, a smile curling the corners of his lips.

Mrs. Prosecutor Zhou Qing, who had been discreetly observing him, suddenly widened her eyes in surprise. This stepson can actually smile! Since she entered the Chen Family, this stepson always had a poker face, and seemed to emanate an aura of coldness.

Fortunately, the stepson had joined the military and served in the army, spending little time at home throughout the year.

Mrs. Prosecutor gently nudged her husband, the Chief Prosecutor, with her elbow and gave him a meaningful look. The Chief Prosecutor looked over and upon closer examination, noticed that his usually taciturn son seemed different today.

He appeared softer, not as icy as usual.

Chief Prosecutor Chen cleared his throat and asked, "Chen Ke, is there some good news lately?"

At this, all eyes at the table turned to Chen Ke again, with the young child, Chen Haoyan, asking, "Grandpa, what are you talking about? What’s with Uncle?"

Mrs. Prosecutor, fearing her grandson would annoy the stepson, quickly picked some food up with her chopsticks for her grandson, "Yanyan, grown-ups are talking, children shouldn’t interrupt."

Chen Haoyan pouted, "Oh," in response.

Grandma and mom always reminded him not to upset Uncle, but Uncle was actually very nice to him.

All gazes turned back to Chen Ke, who put down his bowl and chopsticks and said, "I have a girlfriend now."

"Clatter! Clatter!" Suddenly, two sounds of chopsticks dropping resonated at the dining table. Everyone looked and saw that the Chen Family’s fifteen-year-old youngest son and the older son of Mrs. Prosecutor were so surprised that they dropped their chopsticks.

The youngest son was more lively and chuckled before asking the question everyone was curious about: "Big brother, your iron tree has finally bloomed. When will you bring your wife back for everyone to see?"

Chief Prosecutor Chen scolded his youngest son with a stern face: "How do you speak to your elder brother, no respect for age!"

Chen Ke indifferently said: "I’ll bring her to meet everyone when there’s time."

The youngest son laughed again and asked, "Was it her who sent you that text message just now?"

Yes, just now, because of that text message, Chen Ke’s icy demeanor thawed in an instant, and spring returned to the earth. Everyone turned their eyes toward Chen Ke.

Chen Ke nodded and said, "I’ve finished eating, please excuse me." He didn’t want to talk to them about Mai Qiqi; after all, he wouldn’t let Mai Qiqi live in this family home in the future.

"Hey, big brother, you haven’t finished talking. Why are you leaving?"

Chen Ke’s pace was undisturbed as he steadily walked out of the dining room. After he left, everyone looked at each other, then turned their gaze to the patriarch, Chief Prosecutor Chen.

"Let’s eat." To nobody’s disappointment, Chief Prosecutor Chen dispiritedly spoke, and so everyone had to swallow their suspicions and curiosity.

Although it was the weekend, the diligent Chief Prosecutor Chen still went to the office to work.

The car smoothly drove on. Sitting in the back seat, Chief Prosecutor Chen closed his eyes, thinking deeply about his son.

He had thought that this son would never marry in his lifetime, but unexpectedly, he had silently gotten a girlfriend.

The prosecutor tried hard to recall that blurry face in his memory and quietly said: "Your son is also about to start a family."

"Boss, the elder son is in the flower shop up ahead." Suddenly, the driver turned his head and informed him.

Chief Prosecutor Chen immediately opened his eyes and looked outside. They were at a crossroads where the car was waiting for a traffic light, and diagonally opposite was a flower shop. Chen Ke was indeed inside, seemingly choosing flowers.

Chief Prosecutor Chen watched with interest, wondering why he was picking such a random assortment of flowers. Shouldn’t he be buying roses for his girlfriend?

This kid hasn’t gone daft during his military service, has he? Not even knowing such common knowledge!

Chen Ke patiently asked the flower shop owner about the meanings represented by various flowers, weighing on his mind what to buy. Mai Qiqi had told him that her mother loved fresh flowers and specifically instructed him to bring a bunch when he visited today.

As he was deep in thought, a bunch of charming red roses was handed to him.

"I think this bunch is the most beautiful, just take this one," said Chief Prosecutor Chen, who suddenly appeared, assertively.

Chen Ke glanced at him and said: "I don’t need it," then turned around without giving him more attention, continuing to pick other flowers.

"Kid, listen to your old man, women all like roses."

That forever know-it-all attitude! Clenching his teeth, Chen Ke turned and said to him: "Don’t impose your presumptions on me."

Chief Prosecutor Chen ’heh’d’, immediately ready to discipline the unruly child.

Chen Ke found him annoying and with a single sentence froze him on the spot: "The flowers are for my future mother-in-law."

Chief Prosecutor Chen was stupefied for a moment, then incredulously asked: "Are you going to formally visit her today?!"

If it wasn’t a formal visit, there would be no need to be so careful in choosing flowers. Moreover, giving flowers to a mother-in-law was something that one would do to ingratiate oneself on a first meeting. No wonder he dressed so neatly today, so he was going to meet her parents!

Chen Ke ignored him, finally deciding on a bouquet, and asked the florist to wrap it up, also pulling out his wallet to pay.

Chief Prosecutor Chen also handed the bunch of roses he held to the florist, "Buy this one too; he’s paying."