Live-in Son-in-law-Chapter 861 862: Trouble Does Not Involve Family

Mo Wuji was rather impressed with Qin Yi's gift of sophistry; no one could compare.
"Alright, how about I make a few dishes and we have a drink together?"
Qin Yi's eyes lit up and he nodded eagerly; this sounded good.
Mo Wuji shook his head helplessly, just about to start cooking, when Qin Ankang hurried in.
"Young Master, Young Master Qin." Qin Ankang greeted them.
"What's the matter?" Mo Wuji asked.
"Young Master, the Family Head sent someone to summon you."
Mo Wuji looked at Qin Yi, "Qin, my apologies, I'll make you dinner once I return."
Qin Yi nodded.
"Ankang, stay with Qin and I'll be right back."
"Young Master, don't worry!"
Mo Wuji left.
Qin Ankang looked at Qin Yi, respectfully saying, "Young Master Qin, if you need anything, just ask."
"How about doing a pole dance for me?"
Qin Ankang: "..."
"Hahaha… just kidding. Can you write?"
Qin Ankang said, "I picked up a little from observing the Young Master."
"Show me what you've got, let's see if it's as good as mine?"
"How could an old servant compare with Young Master Qin, I'd rather not display my lack of skill."
"Just do it."
Qin Ankang walked over, dipped the brush in ink, and asked, "What would you like me to write, Young Master Qin?"
"Write a poem about a lover's eighteen touches."
Qin Ankang: "..."
"Just joking, write whatever you like."
Qin Ankang thought for a moment, "Then forgive my clumsiness."
Qin Yi nodded.
Qin Ankang wielded the brush and wrote: 'Ten steps to kill one, traveling a thousand miles without pause. Leave with a flick of the sleeves, concealing both merit and fame.'
"Young Master Qin, it's nothing much."
Qin Ankang stepped aside; these lines were inspired by Qin Yi.
Qin Yi stroked his chin, contemplating for a while, "Hm, not bad! Your calligraphy is almost catching up to mine. The character looks like it has legs on the right arm."
Qin Ankang: "..."
Was that a compliment?
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About an hour later, Mo Wuji returned.
Qin Yi picked up the calligraphy on the table and showed it to Mo Wuji, "Old Mo, look at my handwriting, isn't it catching up with yours?"
Qin Ankang: "..."
Clearly, he wrote it.
But he didn't dare say anything or question it.
Mo Wuji glanced at it and immediately knew Qin Ankang wrote it, looking helpless.
"Qin, let's not talk about this now. There's news about Miss Lan."
Qin Yi put down the calligraphy, and quickly said, "Tell me."
"Young Master, Young Master Qin, take your time talking. I'll stand guard outside."
Qin Ankang exited with a bow, fearing that if someone discovered Qin Yi's presence at the Mo Family, it would be trouble.
Mo Wuji said, "Qin, our previous guesses were correct. The Fang Family knows about your relationship with Miss Lan. They've already started planning to take action against you.
The Fang Family's outwardly preparing for a wedding, but has begun alerting other families, preparing a trap to lure you out using Miss Lan."
"Earlier, the Family Head summoned me to discuss this matter."
Qin Yi's eyes showed a flash of coldness, "The Fang Family is asking for death, threatening me with my friend. They must be tired of living."
"Qin, don't act too rashly. As long as you don't appear, Miss Lan will be safe. Now is not the time to reveal yourself, wait until the wedding day, and then we'll act accordingly when we get to the Fang Family.
The Fang Family has set a trap, just waiting for you to step into it."
Qin Yi's eyes flickered with icy light, "Are all the Hidden Family members so shameless? Do they not understand that disasters shouldn't involve family?"
Mo Wuji: "..."
How could he answer that?
"Qin, stay calm! The Fang Family wants to use Miss Lan to draw you out. As long as you don't appear, their scheme will fail."
Qin Yi nodded slightly.
"Qin, wait a moment! I'll make a few dishes; let's have a drink."
Qin Yi unconsciously nodded, but his mind was racing. Sitting around waiting was not his style.
"Old Mo, can you get a map of the Fang Family?"
Qin Yi waited for a response, but receiving none, looked up to find Mo Wuji had left at some point.
"Damn, so rude."
"Sigh, what on Earth is going on with that stupid woman, Lan Jiaojiao?"
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Pavilions and towers hidden among flowers, trees, and rocks; the golden roof occasionally peeked out from behind the lush branches, shimmering brightly.
This was the Fang Family.
As an ancient family whose legacy spanned many unknown generations, its residence alone was of an antique level.
A tall, frivolous-looking man approached a room.
"Young Master."
The guard at the door greeted respectfully.
This young man was Fang Zhiyi.
The elite among the Fang Family's younger generation had all perished in the Secret Realm.
Fang Zhiyi wasn't initially outstanding, but in the land of the short, he was the best option. With Fang Zhuo and others gone, the Fang Family could only support Fang Zhiyi.
Compared to Fang Zhuo and the others, Fang Zhiyi was far inferior, having barely reached the Nascent Soul Early Stage, thanks to a recent influx of resources.
However, a joyful event brings great spirits; unlike the others in the Fang Family, for Fang Zhiyi, it was fortunate that Fang Zhuo and those individuals died gloriously.
If they hadn't perished, how would he have his day in the sun?
Now, he was the Young Master of the Fang Family, the future Family Head. Plus, he was about to marry Lan Jiaojiao, a beauty like none other. The ultimate example of an underdog becoming rich and handsome.
Unfortunately, this woman had ties to Qin Yi, and he was supposed to use her to lure Qin Yi out, or he'd have already been tempted to taste this woman.
"Open the door!"
Fang Zhiyi said, keeping his head high.
The guard at the door looked troubled; everyone knew Fang Zhiyi, who was notorious for his lechery. This is why the Family Head ordered him to be kept away from Lan Jiaojiao.
Fang Zhiyi's face turned grim, "What? Are my words ineffective?"
"Young Master, the Family Head ordered…"
"Order my ass. I only want to see Miss Lan; she'll be my woman in a few days anyway. Can't I see my own fiancée? Are you seeking death by blocking me?"
The guard had no choice but to open the door.
Fang Zhiyi snorted, proudly walked in with his head held high.
This room's extravagant decor was unsettling for Lan Jiaojiao; she disliked it.
But she had no choice.
At this moment, Lan Jiaojiao sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought. Her cultivation was sealed; she was now merely a weak woman.
Seeing Fang Zhiyi enter, Lan Jiaojiao glanced briefly before lowering her eyelids.
Gazing at Lan Jiaojiao's stunning looks and graceful figure, Fang Zhiyi's throat wheeled uncontrollably, swallowing several gulps of saliva.
But he knew the Fang Family needed this woman to lure out Qin Yi. He had to forcibly suppress his internal burning and desires.
To kill Qin Yi was the Fang Family's most pressing goal; messing up the Family's grand plans meant an end to his role as Young Master.
The current Fang Family wasn't one he could yet do as he pleased with.
"Miss Lan, I came to check on you. If you need anything, just tell them to handle it."
Fang Zhiyi tried his utmost to portray the demeanor of a cultured gentleman, but his lustful gaze and pretentious manners made Lan Jiaojiao feel nauseated.