Chapter 9 Bring Your ID Card and Household Registration Book

Qiao Chengxun gave a casual glance and saw a young girl wearing overalls with a round face and a cute bun perched on top of her head, her height a perfect 5 feet 5 inches, perfectly resembling a petite Lolita.

It was hard to imagine that she was the spicy enchantress who had entwined with him all night just yesterday.

"Mr. Qiao, good morning!" Wen Meimei approached with a beaming smile and casually sat down on the third sofa.

From the depths of Qiao Chengxun's cold, aloof eyes, a soft light emerged as he fixated on the girl's innocent, round face and suddenly asked a seemingly nonsensical question, "Do you have a passport?"

Wen Meimei was taken aback. Why on earth was Qiao, the King of Hell, asking about a passport?

Seeing her not answering, her impatient father answered eagerly, "Meimei's passport hasn't been processed yet. Mr. Qiao, why do you ask?"

"Bring out the household registration book and identity card; I'll accompany her to handle it," Qiao Chengxun replied, veering off-topic.

Both father and daughter were momentarily stunned.

Wen Meimei, chuckling, asked, "Mr. Qiao, what is this about...?"

What's the meaning of this?

Qiao Chengxun said flatly, "Please do me a favor, old Wen."

Wen Zhenguo was a cunning and shrewd businessman, very astute in discerning the situation. Mr. Qiao's sudden visit to see Meimei was definitely not for a casual reason.

In any case, it was certain that nothing wrong would come out of following Mr. Qiao's requests.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Qiao; I will immediately fetch the household registration book. Meimei has her identity card on her," Wen Zhenguo said, before turning to go upstairs.

Based solely on intuition, Wen Meimei thought that Qiao, the King of Hell, who managed countless tasks every day, had specifically taken time out to help her get a passport?

As if that were a joke. She wasn't stupid.

There was definitely something fishy.

"Mr. Qiao, what exactly are you trying to do?"

"Getting you a passport, you'll need it later."

Who the hell wanted a future with him...

Qiao Chengxun was not a man of many words, and Wen Meimei didn't intend to interact more than necessary with such a cold and unapproachable King of Hell, and thus silence ensued.

Before long, Wen Zhenguo brought down the household registration book and handed it personally to Qiao Chengxun.

Qiao Chengxun elegantly accepted the household registration book and asked Wen Meimei, "Do you have your identity card?"

Wen Meimei nodded. As an adult, she naturally had the habit of carrying her phone and identity card with her.

"Let's go," Qiao Chengxun said as he got up to leave.

Wen Meimei remained insistent on not moving, knowing that venturing into known danger was not her style.

Wen Zhenguo frowned and pressed, "Meimei, what are you still sitting for? Mr. Qiao is telling you to go."

"Dad, I don't want to go," Wen Meimei said, brimming with defiance.

Wen Zhenguo spoke with heartfelt gravity, "After what you and Mr. Qiao did last night, do you think you can act as if nothing happened? Some things need to be made clear, make sure not to tarnish our Wen Family's reputation."

"Dad, I'm leaving right now," Wen Meimei disliked being lectured more than anything. Fearing another sermon, her ears threatened to give way, so she quickly made her escape.

When Wen Meimei arrived in the yard, Qiao Chengxun had already walked to the Maybach parked outside the villa, his private car.

Qiao Chengxun stopped at the left rear door and turned to look, and despite the ten-meter distance, Wen Meimei could still feel a piercingly cold gaze.

Wen Meimei mustered her courage and walked over. By the time she arrived, Qiao Chengxun was already seated in the car, and she also sat in the back seat.

The car slowly drove off, and Wen Meimei asked, "Mr. Qiao, let's be straightforward. You've come all this way to help me get a passport, what are your intentions?"

"You'll know when we get there," Qiao Chengxun replied, playing coy.

Wen Meimei cursed silently, uncle, and quietly took out her phone to play.

The car stopped for ten minutes midway, and Qiao Chengxun whisked Wen Meimei into a photo studio, where they each had a set of ID photos taken.

Once the photos were in hand, they got back into the car and continued on their way.