Chapter 117: Abode of the Victorious God

Song Li discovered another issue: it seemed Song Li was even more influential than He Haoxuan. So perhaps all he needed was to curry favor with Song Li?

With this thought, Song Li approached Song Li and said, “Sister Li, once your family buys that big villa, why don’t you lend us your current villa to live in? Now that your second nephew wants to get married, without a good house, the girl wouldn’t want to come over.”

“What?” Li Dong jumped up in anger.

Damn it! That house belonged to the Li family, yet Song Li had the audacity to think about taking their property. Knowing Song Li’s nature, once he moved in, he wouldn’t leave.

Song Li’s scheme was audacious—he wanted to join their Baili Group and also get their house.

“Brother-in-law, don’t be so happy just yet. I know you have many issues and can’t even live in the house. We can help you clean it, and you won’t have to pay us,” Song Li said with a smile to Li Dong.

Li Dong was so furious he felt like he might cough up blood. If it weren’t for years of self-control, he would have stormed over to beat up his elder brother-in-law.

“Let’s go,” Li Dong said angrily, striding ahead.

“Sister Song, when you buy your new house, remember to let us know so we can come visit,” the old madam Song called out from behind.

“Okay, sure, I’ll tell you then,” Song Li replied, controlled by her vanity, her words nothing but empty boasts.

When they reached the BMW X7, Song Li ran over to Li Qingying and said, “Qingying, you have to find a way to buy me a big villa.”

“Mom, how can you say that?” Li Qingying stomped her foot in anger.

Her mother was becoming more and more unreasonable, completely ignoring how she felt. A big villa now cost at least over ten million yuan—where was she supposed to get that kind of money?

“Are you trying to sell me off?” Li Qingying almost started crying.

“Hmph, if He Haoxuan isn’t capable, I don’t mind changing my son-in-law,” Song Li huffed angrily as she got into the BMW X7.

Li Qingying returned to the front passenger seat. Seeing He Haoxuan staring ahead in silence, she felt a little awkward and said, “Haoxuan, I’m sorry.”

“Wife, what did you just call me?” He Haoxuan looked pleasantly surprised at Li Qingying.

They had been together for so long, and she had never called him “Haoxuan” before—either “He Haoxuan” or just spoke directly about matters.

“I called you—” Li Qingying blushed and turned her head, not daring to look at He Haoxuan.

“Hehe, wife, there’s nothing to be sorry about. We’re married and have a lifetime ahead. As long as you’re happy, no matter how much hardship I endure, if you ask me to be with a hundred beautiful women, I wouldn’t even frown,” He Haoxuan declared, pounding his chest.

“Pfft,” Li Qingying laughed aloud. “Come on, with so many beauties around you, would you really frown? You’d be grinning from ear to ear.”

Thanks to He Haoxuan’s playful teasing, Li Qingying felt less upset.

He shook his head vigorously. “Wife, that’s wrong. Even if there were ten thousand beauties, they wouldn’t be worth a single hair of my wife’s. So how could I not frown?”

“You’re such a braggart,” Li Qingying felt a sweet warmth in her heart.

“Hehe, I’m not bragging, I’m just telling the truth,” He Haoxuan smiled.

Li Qingying paused, then asked, “By the way, do you know anyone who makes fake certificates?”

He Haoxuan was momentarily stunned. He didn’t know such people, but since his wife asked, even if he didn’t, he had to say yes. “Of course I do, wife. What kind of fake certificate do you want? The world’s number one beauty certification?”

“Be serious,” Li Qingying gave He Haoxuan a scolding glance. “My mom wants a new house. How about you get someone to make a fake property deed so she can show off when she goes back to her family.”

“A fake property deed?” He Haoxuan was stunned again.

Li Qingying said, “Yeah, didn’t you hear? She just pressured me to buy a new house, or else she wants me to change husbands.”

“Sigh, I’m old, ugly, and poor. If you want to change, go ahead. I won’t blame you,” He Haoxuan looked heartbroken, as if ready to run off and throw himself in front of a tofu cart.

“I won’t change,” Li Qingying said firmly.

A sparkle appeared in He Haoxuan’s eyes. “Wife, that was your promise. You still have a chance to regret it, otherwise I’ll keep pestering you.”

“I won’t regret it.” Li Qingying blushed and hurriedly said, “Don’t we have a one-year agreement? The time isn’t up yet. I’m a person who values my word.”

“Oh, I see.” He Haoxuan’s eyes showed a hint of disappointment but he still asked, “Wife, where do you want the house to be?”

Li Qingying thought for a moment. “Since it’s fake, pick a nice one—how about Victory Residence?”

“Victory Residence? Where’s that?” He Haoxuan asked curiously.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know where Victory Residence is?” Li Qingying was surprised.

He Haoxuan nodded. “Yeah, I’ve been away for a long time and just returned. I’m not familiar with Qingshan City.”

“Victory Residence is a development by Victor Real Estate. It’s in the city center but surrounded by leisure parks, so it’s very quiet. They’re all villas, and I’ve heard even the smallest ones cost at least twenty million. Just make a fake property deed for the smallest one there,” Li Qingying explained.

“Victor Real Estate, huh,” He Haoxuan recalled that Fang Yongsheng was from Victor Real Estate, whose behind-the-scenes boss was Huang Zhisheng, known as Scorpion.

“Yes, Victor Real Estate is the biggest company in Qingshan City. I heard they have foreign investment and are very impressive,” Li Qingying nodded.

He Haoxuan was unimpressed. “No problem. I can have the property deed ready for you by tomorrow.”

“What? That fast?” Li Qingying was worried. “You have to keep an eye on it. Even if it’s fake, it needs to look authentic so no one notices.”

He Haoxuan laughed. “Alright, make that three days.”

He Haoxuan drove Li Qingying home and called Fang Yongsheng: “Do you have a place called Victory Residence?”

“Yes, Mr. He, do you like it? If so, I’ll give it to you. There aren’t many villas left—just over thirty, worth billions,” Fang Yongsheng quickly replied.

“No need for that. I want to buy the best house there. Is there one left?” He Haoxuan asked.

For his wife, He Haoxuan wanted to buy the best villa at Victory Residence. Otherwise, he wouldn’t bother.

“There is. There’s a villa worth a hundred million that hasn’t been sold yet. I’ll call others now to keep it from being sold,” Fang Yongsheng said hurriedly.