Mr. Dior : Chapter 91

As they were talking, a black business car drove up. It was Mr. Jiao Zuoren, who had just gotten off work and was heading home. Father Jiao got out of the car and was quite surprised to see the two of them at the entrance. “Why are you two back? What are you standing at the door for?”

Zhang Chenfei was very happy to see his father-in-law. “Father-in-law, you’ve come at the perfect time. Please talk some sense into Yanyan and tell him to come home with me. I can explain that matter!”

“What matter?”

“It was the gang ra…” Before Zhang Chenfei could finish, his little wife slapped the back of his head, sending him stumbling.

“It’s nothing. Just now a wheel broke, and I said to call a mechanic, but he insisted on changing it himself, so we argued.” Jiao Qi said this with a straight face, warning Zhang Da Diao with his eyes to shut up.

“And you’re running back to your parents’ house over something like this?” Father Jiao automatically connected the dots and immediately understood. His own willful son had thrown a tantrum over some trivial matter and wanted to go home. Zhang Chenfei had chased him here, and the two of them were bickering at the front gate.

Cars were coming and going at the entrance, and neighbors were returning home from time to time. Father Jiao didn’t want to make a scene, so he quietly lectured his son for a bit and told the two of them to go home.

“I’m not saying this for no reason. Chenchen already gives in to you enough. You’re both men. Why should he always give in to you? Because he loves you, that’s why. You’ve been married for seven years, and you’re still this unreasonable. Hurry up and go home with Chenchen. There’s no dinner for you at home tonight.” He had originally wanted to invite the two of them to stay for dinner, but hearing that the young couple was bickering and having a spat, the traditional Father Jiao firmly sent them away.

After speaking, Father Jiao got back in the car, and the business car drove into the community and sped away, not giving them temporary access to enter.

“Your father is truly reasonable. It wasn’t a waste for me to send him a hundred guns back in the day,” Zhang Chenfei said proudly, pulling his little wife into the car. “Come with me. We haven’t divorced. You’re still my wife!”

“You’re… Marshal Zhang?” Jiao Qi frowned at him.

“You remember me!” The warlord, who was buckling his little wife’s seatbelt, looked up sharply, both shocked and delighted. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you again. That night, it was actually all me. Whether it was Second Diao, Third Diao, or Seventh Diao.”

Even when he was furious, he hadn’t been willing to let anyone else lay a finger on the young master. It was just that the young master, blindfolded, didn’t know and cried so miserably that in the end he went mad. And it was only long after that he learned that Young Master Jiao had been in contact with the Japanese actually to buy guns for him.

Jiao Qi rolled his eyes. And Seventh Diao? He really knew how to make himself look good.

“I’m gifted by nature. If you don’t believe me, try me tonight.” Marshal Zhang was eager to prove himself and beg for his little wife’s forgiveness.

The heart-wrenching regret after learning the truth could not bring back the young master who had already become simple-minded. He held him and coaxed him, repeatedly telling him the truth. But it was all too late. The young master was mad and didn’t recognize him at all. After that, fighting broke out everywhere again, and he didn’t have time to stay with him every day, so he had servants look after him. One moment of carelessness, and the simpleton ran off.

In chaotic times, once separated, it was hard to meet again. This parting lasted for many years.

“…No need. I believe you.” Jiao Qi quickly stopped this dangerous thought, signaling him to hurry up and drive home and not make a fool of himself here.

Jiao Qi looked at the progress bar on the broom, confirming that the plot was rewinding, jumping from “The Domineering Prince and His Pretty Consort” back to the warlord script. At this rate, was it going to review all the previous scripts? It even came with revision and consolidation?!

The warlord, overjoyed at having recovered his lost little wife, happily told his long-parted wife about his experiences over the years all the way home.

“The Diao Army swept through like a hot knife through butter and held the thirteen provinces of East China. Several of us warlords discussed choosing a leader, and in the end we pushed that kid forward. I didn’t expect…” Speaking of this, Marshal Zhang was quite angry.

“What happened?” Jiao Qi’s curiosity was piqued.

“That kid went against the grain and wanted to be emperor,” Zhang Chenfei said through gritted teeth. “He took the men I gave him and turned around to fight me! Have you heard of that dog emperor at home?”

Dog emperor…

Wasn’t that from the Regent plotline? This even came with crossovers! Jiao Qi was helpless. He had Annie record everything Zhang Chenfei said so he could analyze which plotline he was in at any time.

The car stopped downstairs. Zhang Chenfei carried his little wife out of the car and handed him a blank checkbook, saying softly, “This is my entire fortune. From now on, you call the shots in this family. The servants and concubines are all under your command.”

Jiao Qi tapped the checkbook against his palm. He didn’t mention that the guarantee account for this checkbook was his own. He raised an eyebrow at him. “You married concubines?”

“Most of it was before I married you,” Zhang Chenfei said, somewhat guilty and somewhat annoyed. “At that time I was still the Regent, and the royal relatives pushed them on me. I couldn’t refuse.”

“Oh?” Jiao Qi tapped his smart brain to have Annie record this passage, then asked him gently, “Who are the concubines you married? Tell me so I can get familiar with them first.”

“You know them all,” the former Regent and current Marshal Zhang sighed. “The Li family’s youngest son, the Wang family’s good-for-nothing son, and… that maid who came with your dowry.”

The maid who came with the dowry. Jiao Qi thought carefully, uncertainly saying, “You mean, Yu Yuan?”

Zhang Chenfei looked at him with a face full of apology, gritted his teeth, and nodded. “After you left, I missed you too much, so I took him into my room.”

“…Yu Yuan probably wasn’t very willing.” Jiao Qi felt a bit sorry for his chubby secretary and planned to compensate Yu Yuan with an overseas trip once Zhang Da Diao got better.

As they spoke, they opened the door. Little Golden Retriever rushed out first, circling around the two owners.

“I’m back!” Marshal Zhang grinned and picked up Guangzong, showing him to his little wife. “This is that dog emperor. I captured him. You just treat him like a dog, that’s all.”

“Oh.”

Seeing his little wife agree with his values, Marshal Zhang was quite pleased. He poured Little Golden Retriever a full bowl of dog food and said sternly, “Eat. From now on, you only deserve to eat dog food!”

Guangzong happily wagged his tail. “Woof!”