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Chapter 1018 - 723 Opening the door, watching the drama (Thanks to the leader! Grateful for your deep affection!)

Chapter 1018: 723 Opening the door, watching the drama (Thanks to the leader! Grateful for your deep affection!)

Victory Gate.

In Old Kyoto, commonly known as "Red Street."

This street is a continuous sequence of quaint, historical courtyard houses.

"Brother Song, I know, as long as Tian Fen stops causing trouble, I won’t hold a grudge."

Sitting calmly in a red flag vehicle, Fang Jun, holding a phone in one hand, controlled the steering wheel with the other as he consciously glanced outside the window while passing a section of the road.

The quiet courtyard near the roadside, engraved with the words "Cao Residence" still stood out under the twilight’s glow.

Fang Jun shifted his gaze back, continued the conversation on the phone, and drove on without slowing down, eventually stopping at the edge of the south side of Red Street.

Sitting in the car, Fang Jun talked for a few more minutes, caught sight of a red flag L5 coming from the opposite direction, and then said, "Brother Song, I’m home to have dinner with the old man."

The call ended.

Born and raised under the Imperial City, Fang Jun stepped out of the car.

The L5 driver’s door opened right in front of him, and the white driver, resembling a Western tough guy from Hollywood movies, got out, walked to the back, and bent over to open the door.

Standing by his red flag car, Fang Jun watched quietly.

This old north-to-south street had no designated parking spaces planned, but there was never a worry about traffic police coming here to hand out tickets.

The dignified Fang Ai stepped out of the car, and no one else disembarked.

With a smile, Fang Jun stepped forward.

"Sis, you’re always alone. Aren’t you afraid that grandfather will scold you again?"

It was the weekend.

At this time every week, the younger generation would dine with the old man, an unwritten tradition of the Fang Family.

"What’s he here for? He hardly speaks two sentences; is he just for show?"

Facing her brother, the imposing Fang Ai was surprisingly amiable, her smile as warm as a spring breeze, no different from any sister.

Although they shared the same surname, they were actually cousins, not siblings.

Fang Jun’s father and Fang Ai’s mother were brother and sister.

Here, one might ask why Fang Ai took her mother’s surname.

Every family’s situation is different.

"No matter what, he is your husband, and you chose him yourself."

From the tone of this remark, it was not hard to see that Fang Jun did not seem to care much for his brother-in-law, Ding He.

Indeed.

For ordinary people, a gold-medal lawyer was quite remarkable and absolutely belonged to an elite social group, a highly successful figure, but to the Fang Family, it made no difference from the grassroots.

"I haven’t seen grandfather yet, why are you nagging already? Are you trying to ruin my mood on purpose?"

Fang Ai purposefully put on a stern face.

Yes.

Her decision to marry the "average" Ding He was indeed her own.

While there was some affection, the most important reason was her dislike of being restricted.

There were many matches of equal social rank available, but such arranged marriages would severely restrict her freedom.

Marrying Ding He would not have such an effect.

She didn’t have to consider what Ding He thought, and Ding He couldn’t control her.

Fang Jun smiled and glanced at the tall, valiant white driver of Fang Ai’s car, then walked with his sister towards the courtyard.

"Sis, you still need to keep up appearances; by bringing him along at least you’ve done your part, so you won’t get scolded, right?"

Fang Ai felt slightly annoyed in her heart.

Her choice of Ding He indeed involved some affection, but people change.

Or rather, she underestimated how the environment could affect her.

A commoner’s family was worlds apart from her family, their worldview, life philosophy, and values were completely different.

Moreover, her family, although outwardly silent, looked down on her husband from their hearts.

Ding He was the same.

Inherently inferior, he could never fit into her social circle.

The disparity between their worlds couldn’t be bridged by a small amount of affection.

Over time, Fang Ai’s opinion of her lawful husband changed, and she rarely brought Ding He into contact with her family.

Ding He was content with this arrangement.

Now Fang Jun mentioning him repeatedly was like stirring the pot, but although Fang Ai could be domineering, she would certainly not lose her temper in front of this brother.

She was a girl, as was her mother.

Though both were surnamed Fang, their families’ weights within the large clan were different.

Of course.

More importantly.

Their parents’ social statuses were different.

Her father, although rooted in a state-owned enterprise, holding a high but nominal position, was a very important figure in the public’s eyes but barely mattered in the inner circles of power.

"Okay, then call him and invite him over."

Fang Ai straightforwardly pulled out her cellphone.

Just a few days ago, in Apang Palace, Fang Jun, who had played a role in a blockbuster that in the eyes of ordinary people might only appear in movies, shook his head with a smile: "What should I call him for?"

This was hardly the tone of a brother-in-law addressing his sister’s husband.

Fang Ai, accustomed to this, had increasingly avoided bringing Ding He into contact with her family because it was embarrassing.

"Then why all the fuss?"

Fang Ai put away her phone again.

Although she didn’t think much of her "brother-in-law," Fang Jun still did not encourage Fang Ai to divorce, as he was not the type to meddle in such private matters, and the senior in the family had quite traditional views, strongly disliking casual attitudes towards marriage among the younger generation.

This was also why the Fang Family people all disdained Ding He yet never openly criticized their marriage.