The Mafia King's First Love

Lihua rapidly blinked his eyes and pointed her finger at him. "Boss's doppelganger! He is the one!"

Fu Renshu looked at her, horrified. "What doppelganger you fool! And stop pointing your finger at him! It's rude! He is Master Jiang! Boss's father – Jiang Weizhe!"

"…"

Lihua's mouth opened in a small O. "Aha! I knew it! He looks just like Boss! I knew they must be related! But father?" She touched her chin. "I thought you were his elder brother."

Fu Renshu's mouth twitched.

Jiang Weizhe raised his brow in amusement. He was about to say something when Lihua interrupted as she widened her eyes in realization.

"Wait a minute! If you are Godly handsome-"

Fu Renshu threw a threatening glare at her and she gulped. "I-I mean Boss's father… Does that mean that elder woman is his grandmother?"

"Of course."

She was dumbfounded. "This is unbelievable! How can Boss and Uncle be related to her? Boss and Uncle are so innocent and adorable! She is so mean and harsh!"

Jiang Weizhe froze. He rapidly blinked his eyes at her.

Innocent…and adorable…? Me? And Wei?

He tilted his head and curiously looked at this specimen before him.

Calling someone from the Mafia family as innocent…

He had no words to say to her.

Fu Renshu nervously laughed. "Haha…Hahaha…M-Master please don't get o-offended. She is a dumb woman."

"Hey! Assistant Fu doesn't even understand a compliment."

Fu Renshu wanted to strangle her at that moment.

She looked at Jiang Weizhe and quickly said, "Uncle, don't feel bad, okay? I know that you are a super cool man! You are so sweet and you love and respect your wife so much. I feel so envious of Aunt for getting such a lovely husband," she grinned, "How can any mother be disappointed in a son like you? Clearly, she is blind. If I had been your mother, I would have felt so proud of you for treating women so respectfully!"

Fu Renshu's mouth twitched.

Jiang Weizhe felt stunned.

In his own family, nobody had ever spoken to him in such an endearing way even though they were his family. But a woman who he didn't even know much about said such warm words to him.

He parted his lips to say something when Lihua interrupted again.

"So who was that woman then?"

He pursed his lips and promptly sat back quietly. For the first time, he wanted to talk to a woman other than his wife.

Her question made them go quiet. How were they supposed to tell her?

Jiang Weizhe calmly said, "She is Shi Ruomei. Wei's fiance."

Silence.

Lihua looked at him in confusion before it finally registered in her brain. "Boss's f-fiance?"

He nodded.

"You mean Boss will marry her?"

Fu Renshu sadly sighed.

As expected, the shock is too much. She is in denial.

"Yes, Song Lihua."

Lihua's black irises finally widened and she alternated her gaze between them in utter shock.

"How can you choose a woman for Boss who doesn't even know that a crease on a dress can be solved by just ironing it?"

Fu Renshu – "!!!"

Jiang Weizhe – "…"

They stared at her unblinkingly until their eyes began to sting with tears. They lost count of how many times Lihua managed to shock them today and seemed like it still wasn't over.

Fu Renshu asked, his smile faltering. "That is your...point?"

Why did I think that she would cry a river of tears and get disappointed?

Jiang Weizhe was of the same opinion as him.

"Of course! Just imagine. If Boss's shirt gets even a slight crease in the future, she would just throw it away! What a waste of money!" Lihua shook her head. "A wife should be managing her husband's finances responsibly and not just spend his hard-earned fortune for such silly things. Didn't you hear what she said? She doesn't repeat her dresses!"

Lihua harrumphed. "A new dress to wear every day? She will bring my Boss to the streets like this! I have ten sets of clothes but look how efficiently I use them. I shop only once every two years." She said with pride.

Jiang Weizhe and Fu Renshu exchanged speechless glances.

Jiang Weizhe softly said, "I see…"

Though it was impossible for the Jiang family to come onto the streets, he felt good to know that Lihua cared about Wei's money so much.

He recalled his wife's words. "Weizhe! Do you want to throw this coat just because it got a stain on it? We can wash it you know! Don't waste money like that!"

He softly smiled at that memory.

Lihua sighed. "I wonder who thought she is a good choice for Boss? Clearly, they have some issues."

Fu Renshu coughed.

Old Madam…

"Anyway. Forget about her nature. But I am surprised that you are not much affected by this news," he sneered, "Didn't you claim you like Boss so much? Or was it a joke?"

Lihua glared at him. "I will never lie about my feelings!"

She had no qualms in admitting that in front of his father.

"So shouldn't you be sad and moping in depression here?"

She blinked her eyes. "Eh? Why should I? I am sure the Boss has really good taste if he had to choose a wife for him. He wouldn't choose a woman who isn't frugal about money or who couldn't voice her opinion against his grandma when she was harshly rebutting his father for no reason."

Jiang Weizhe froze.

"That Old Madam may have status and power in the family. But what is wrong is wrong and one must stand up against it."

His cold and distant gaze turned warm and mellow. She had just met him once in the supermarket, but even then she defended him as if they knew each other for a long time.

Lihua touched her chin. "And...are you sure that the Boss has agreed to this engagement?"

Fu Renshu was taken aback. "Of course! Song Lihua, just because you are shocked by this news doesn't mean that you will question such a basic thing."

"But Boss always told me that he doesn't talk to other women. He doesn't touch them. He doesn't like women around him. Though somehow I am an exception…So I wondered why he would agree to it?"

"Boss was present in the main residence when Old Madam announced his and Miss Shi Ruomei's relationship. He had nodded his agreement."

Lihua frowned.

Somehow, it still didn't feel right to her. The Wei she knew would agree to Ruomei...she couldn't accept it, not because of her feelings, but considering Wei's personality, it just seemed illogical.

And then the kisses and the closeness between them that was increasing day by day? Why would Wei do that if he had a fiance?

My Boss could never be a playboy! He is so pure and innocent!

Thinking about Wei made her remember about last night and her gaze dimmed.

Jiang Weizhe observed the change in her demeanor and he pursed his lips. He thought that Lihua was finally starting to get depressed even though she acted strong and unaffected in the beginning.

He raised his arm and gently patted her head as she did to him in the store. "Don't feel sad. We will help you."

Lihua jolted and looked at him in surprise.

Ah? Help in what? Getting the earrings back?

Lihua lowered her head. "It's okay, Uncle. Nobody can help me now. It was the Boss's decision. So we should respect it."

Fu Renshu asked, "...You mean you are giving up?"

Lihua bit her lip and her eyes watered at the thought of those violet earrings. "E-En...I don't have a choice. I am hurt but I don't want to force him."

Fu Renshu could hardly believe that she was ready to give up on Wei. Maybe Wei's own agreement to this engagement hurt her more than the news.

Jiang Weizhe calmly said, "Don't decide in the rush of emotions. Go back home and think about this. Think a lot and then give me your decision. We still have six days."

She furrowed her brows.

Six days for what? Is there a time limit after which I cannot get back my earrings?

But she just dazedly nodded.

He softly smiled. "We will drop you home."

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Back at her apartment, Lihua just stepped into the apartment complex when she suddenly bumped into Wei. She froze and looked away.

Wei quickly took the bag hanging in her arm and said, "I will hold it. You would be tired."

"Ah?"

Lihua was confused. Before she knew it, Wei took her bag and held her hand. She followed him, feeling dumbfounded.

Boss is behaving strangely?

As they entered her house, she widened her eyes to see her house all clean and tidy. Everything was super neatly organized.

Am I in someone else's home?

She could hardly recognize her own place. Then she smelled a delicious and spicy smell wafting up to her nostrils which said that something really yummy was being cooked in the kitchen.

"B-Boss..what is this?"