Signing In At The Civil Affairs Bureau, I Was Rewarded With A Gorgeous Wife

Song Jisheng stepped heavily out of the property transaction center, looking at his empty hands, a myriad of emotions welled up inside him.

A moment ago, that house filled with memories still belonged to the Song Family, but now, it had been put on the market. In Magic Capital, if you were born with a house, you had a home for life, but if not, it might be impossible to settle down for the rest of your life.

But for the sake of his mother, what was giving up everything in comparison!

Song Jisheng rode a shared bike to the hospital and called his father out of the ward.

Lighting a cigarette for his father, Song Jisheng said gloomily, "I've arranged everything, they said they would focus on promoting our apartment soon."

"Mhm! I've come to realize that you can never know whether the future or an accident will come first, so the safety of the family is more important than anything. Once the money comes in, I'll take your mom to Huachuang for surgery, and you can find some place to relax too. You've been too tense lately, I'm worried you'll have problems," his father said.

Uncle Song's words almost brought tears to Song Jisheng's eyes. His father was clearly the one under the greatest pressure; he had spent day and night in the ward, and as the head of the family, his mental state must be worse than anyone else's at this moment.

After finishing the cigarette, Uncle Song patted his son's shoulder and with a smile returned to the ward.

Meanwhile, Song Jisheng took small puffs of his cigarette while scrolling through his phone when suddenly it rang.

He looked at the unfamiliar number and answered.

"Hello, Mr. Song, I'm a friend of Xuan Ge. I heard you're selling an apartment, right? Can we meet?"

"Introduced by Xuan Ge?"

Song Jisheng silently thanked that good brother of his, never expecting that a fair-weather friend would come through for him at such a crucial time.

"No problem, let's schedule a time, and you can check out the apartment as well."

"Great, then shall we meet tomorrow morning?"

"No problem, Xuan Ge must have given you the address, just give me a call when you're there," he replied.

But at this moment, Song Jisheng had no idea that a dark cloud had quietly enveloped him.

Meanwhile, at the Ye family.

Father Ye was making tea in the study, pouring a cup for the person sitting opposite him.

"Old Deng, you don't know, my daughter got married," he said with a chuckle. "I was surprised when I heard the news, but after I saw my son-in-law, I felt so fortunate. There's hope for the Ye family to flourish!"

Hearing Father Ye's high praise, the other was curious.

"Old Ye, you're known for being picky in our circle. A young man that meets your standards? Tell me about him, what's his background?"

"An ordinary person!"

The two men past their fifties exchanged a glance and burst into laughter.

"You sly fox, as if I could compete with you for people!"

"No, it's what my son-in-law himself said. He's just an ordinary person. Nowadays, there are too few young people who are so modest," Father Ye sighed. "Furthermore, my son-in-law is a talent in every way, whether it's in investments or the tangible industry. What was I doing at his age?

After comparing, I realized that I was just someone who caught the last train of reform and thus have what I have today."

"You, old rascal!" the other guy pointed at Father Ye and laughed but soon sighed, "Your Qing Qing has found a good match, but my girl, oh, it worries me to death. Every time I bring up marriage, the little rascal goes straight to her grandfather, leaving me no way to keep pushing."

"Young people, you know, think differently from us. In a few years, she'll start getting anxious on her own," Father Ye tried to reassure his old friend.

"Sigh, I hope so. Let me take this call."

The friend's phone rang, and he focused on the caller ID—it was from his daughter's bodyguard.

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After the call connected, the other person spoke in a hushed voice, "Master, the young miss seems to have taken a liking to a guy and has been asking us to investigate his information."

"Oh?"

His voice suddenly rose in pitch; his daughter had finally come to her senses!

"Have you found out the man's identity yet?"

"Not yet. His identity has been concealed by someone, and our clearance level isn't high enough, so we have come to ask for your instructions…"

"Keep investigating! Use my clearance to push this matter forward!"

After he hung up the phone, he thought, who would have expected this? His daughter, whom he had been pressuring for so long, had started to become anxious herself. He wondered with a chuckle if he was about to become a grandfather soon?

At this thought, he felt a delightful sense of satisfaction.

"What's the matter with you, old boy? You're grinning so hard that all your wrinkles are showing."

"My daughter! She's taken a fancy to a young man!"

He took a satisfied sip of the chilled tea, not finding it bitter, but feeling that today's tea tasted exceptionally good.

The two men bantered back and forth, the topic always circling back to their daughters—proud fathers both.

But soon, Old Deng's phone rang again. This time it was a call from a high-ranking official in the Forty-nine City system.

He gestured to Mr. Ye to excuse himself and quickly answered the call.

"Hello, Secretary Han, may I ask if you have any instructions?"

"Old Deng, are you investigating the identity of a young man?" the other side asked in a somber voice.

"Yes, is there a problem?"

"Stop the investigation! Higher-ups have spoken. The person you're investigating has been categorized as classified information and sealed in the Red Wall Number One Secretariat!"

"Okay! I will immediately order my subordinates to stop. Do you know that person's identity?"

"Don't ask; don't probe into things you shouldn't know!"

These words from the other side caused Old Deng to break out in a cold sweat. What was happening? Who exactly had his daughter taken a liking to? And why was it so complicated???

He hung up the phone with many thanks, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a towel. That one call had almost made him collapse under his chair.

"Is there trouble?"

Mr. Ye asked, curious.

Old Deng waved his hand and said softly, "Qi Qi's boy, the identity he holds is too significant. Even Secretary Han personally called to warn me. Who exactly has she taken a fancy to???"

Mr. Ye took a sharp breath; the young man Deng Qi had a crush on was that formidable.

"Ah, I don't know now whether this is a blessing or a curse…"

"Think positively, if Qi Qi can marry such a person, wouldn't the Deng Family rise to another level?"

Those comforting words invigorated Old Deng, indeed. If possible, he definitely had to bring the two of them together, not just for his daughter's happiness but also for the Deng Family.

"Heh, I hope so. I might be staying in Magic Capital for a few days, so I'll be counting on you. Don't get annoyed by me, eh!"

"How could I? We haven't seen each other for so long; we definitely need to catch up. I'll call Qing Qing later, and our two families can have dinner together."

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