Zhang's Parents learned from the dossier handed over by the private detective that Qingyue Mansion is a wealthy residential area in Ningcheng.

They had imagined what such a villa district would look like, but when they finally arrived there with hearts full of trepidation, they were still stunned by the sight before them for quite some time.

What made matters even more difficult was that, upon their arrival, they realized this place was nothing like their own neighborhood—without proper identification, they simply couldn’t get in, let alone visit Liu Qingqing’s home.

Zhang Mama immediately furrowed her brow in worry.

Zhang’s father also looked rather disgruntled at the imposing gate blocking their way.

“Lao Zhang, what should we do now? We still haven’t taken care of the things we need to handle—surely we can’t just leave like this!”

Zhang Mama placed her hand on her husband’s arm.

Zhang’s father tilted his head up. “How am I supposed to know what to do? I’ve never lived in a community reserved for the rich and elite.”

“So what should we…?”

Zhang Mama hesitated.

Just then, a middle-aged man with a thick beard drove up in his car.

It seemed he had been watching the elderly couple for a while before slowly waving at them. “Aunt Six, Uncle Six, over here! Over here!” he called out cheerfully.

The elderly couple were both taken aback and looked at the man, pointing at themselves in confusion. “Young man, are you calling us?”

“Aunt, you really have a bad memory! It’s only been a few years, and you’ve already forgotten me? Besides, didn’t you come here specifically to find me? How could you not recognize your nephew anymore? This makes me so sad!” He laughed through tears as he opened the door of his car and walked toward them.

The elderly couple were still a bit dazed, but they were beginning to catch on.

By this time, the middle-aged man had already reached their side, taking one of them by the hand and leading them toward his car. Smiling, he said, “Come on, don’t stand there like statues—hurry up and let’s go home together.”

His voice wasn’t loud enough to be heard by the security guards in the booth, but in an instant he lowered it again and said to them, “Uncle Zhang, Aunt Zhang, right? I know what you’re trying to do. If you want to get in, just cooperate with me. I can help you achieve what you’re after.”

“You…”

“You don’t need to worry about who I am—just know that I can help you. And when you meet others later, don’t mention that you’ve seen me.”

The middle-aged man whispered.

Zhang’s Parents still hadn’t fully grasped what was going on, but seeing how well-dressed the man was, they didn’t suspect he was out to harm them.

Following his lead, they walked toward his car and casually called out a nickname as they got in.

Only after getting into the car did they ask him, “Young man, what exactly are you…?”

“I already told you—I’m here to help you.”

The middle-aged man buckled his seatbelt, started the engine, and drove the two of them into the community.

Zhang’s father reacted a bit faster. He stared at the man’s face in the rearview mirror for a while before summoning the courage to ask, “Young man, not only do you know us, but you also know our son—and even our son’s fiancée, Liu Qingqing, right?”

“Yes.”

The middle-aged man didn’t deny it; he readily admitted it.

But soon after, he wore a mocking smile. “Your famous future daughter-in-law comes from a family that possesses a super-secret martial art known only to insiders. Who around here wouldn’t know about it?”

End of Chapter 217: Counterattack 144