Chengdu.

Aunt Qian Liyan was playing mahjong with Chu's mother when she asked, "I'm going to Shanghai in a couple of days. Is there anything you want to bring for Fangfang?"

"Hmm..." After hearing this, Chu's mother thought for a moment, "Give your son a hug and tell him that I miss him."

Qian Liyan pursed her lips and said, "Okay."

"Oh my, you really can't bear to part with your sweetheart." Her best friend teased with a laugh, "Why don't you just move to Shanghai? Your sweetheart can afford to support you anyway."

"No, Shanghai isn't fun," Chu's mother refused outright.

"It's not that Shanghai isn't fun, it's just that you can't bear to leave your partner," another close friend revealed the truth.

"Nonsense!" Mother Chu said, hands on her hips, "He's my man. I can't live without him, and he can't live without me."

"Just you wait, after I retire, I'll move to Shanghai and never play with you guys again. Now that I can play mahjong with you, you should be secretly happy."

“... ..."

The group of girlfriends looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

Even in middle age, Chu's mother's love for her husband remains as pure as it was in her youth.

I can't help but envy Chu's mother. Her parents protected her for the first twenty years of her life, and her husband loved her alone. Her child is a successful businessman in Shanghai.

Chu's mother's life can be summarized as follows: she spent the first twenty years living off her parents, the next twenty years relying on her husband, and the latter half of her life relying on her children. She experienced no setbacks in her life and lived the life that countless people can only imagine.

Damn it!

This is infuriating!

... ...

Night fell, and Qian Liyan packed her belongings, preparing to go to Shanghai.

The school held a rally to encourage students to take a break, and as a mother, she naturally had to go and see it.

A mother worries when her son travels a thousand miles.

Chu Feng was smoking a cigarette beside her. Qian Liyan glanced at her husband and said, "Don't just stand there. Go get the local specialties I bought. I'll take them to Fangfang in Shanghai."

Chu Feng went into the inner room, took out a large bag of local specialties that he had painstakingly bought, and handed it to his wife. She stuffed it into her suitcase and asked hesitantly, "Honey, is it too cheap for us to only take these things?"

Chu Fang has been a great help to their family. Their youngest daughter's studies and their eldest son's career are all thanks to the help of that nephew.

"It's nothing." Hearing this, Chu Feng smiled. "We've watched Chu Fang grow up. He's not the kind of person with ulterior motives."

Chu Fang knew his nephew well; he was never someone who valued material things too much. His nephew hoped for family reunion and happiness, and for everyone to treat each other as equals.

Whether the gift is cheap or not is not important.

Chu Fang's personality is inherited from his family: he values ​​family and harmony, and is indifferent to money. This is true of Chu Fang's grandfather, as well as his father and father, Chu Feng.

Qian Liyan nodded.

Chu Feng said unhurriedly, "When you arrive in Shanghai and meet Chu Fang's girlfriend, get along well with her."

“I’m not a child…” Qian Liyan muttered. “Everyone in your Chu family is stubborn. Once they’ve made up their minds, nothing can change them. I think Zhong Tingyue is Chu Fang’s future wife.”

While packing her things, she continued, "I'm going to see my youngest daughter. Is there anything you'd like to say?"

"Study hard and don't let Chu Fang down."

"And what about you, the father?"

Chu Feng pondered for a moment: "No."

"And you call yourself a father?" Qian Liyan rolled her eyes.

Chu Feng shrugged.

The night passed, and early in the morning, Chu Feng drove his wife to the airport. After a few hours of flying, they arrived in Shanghai on time.

After getting off the plane, I followed the crowd and saw Chu Fang as soon as I exited the station. A look of relief appeared on my face.

"Aunt."

When Qian Liyan arrived in Shanghai, Chu Fang naturally had to personally entertain her. Accompanying her was Zhong Tingyue, whose perfect face wore a slight smile, unlike her usual aloof demeanor.

All members of the Chu family knew of her existence, and Zhong Tingyue insisted on coming, firstly out of politeness, and secondly because it was a good thing to get to know the elders of the other family in advance.

Qian Liyan suddenly hugged Chu Fang, who was stunned for a moment, then heard her voice: "Your mother told me to give you a hug."

“... ..."

That's my mom's style...

After the hug, Qian Liyan's gaze fell on Zhong Tingyue, and she couldn't help but sigh, "Oh my, what a well-behaved girl."

For a native of Chengdu, the word used to describe a girl's appearance is not "pretty" or "beautiful," but rather "well-behaved."

"Well-behaved" is the highest compliment for a woman.

Zhong Tingyue pursed her pale red lips: "Auntie, you're joking."

"I'm not joking, I mean it from the bottom of my heart, she's the most well-behaved girl I've ever met." Qian Liyan held Zhong Tingyue's hand.

Zhong Tingyue was indeed very well-behaved today, and she dressed up specially for meeting Chu Fang's family.

The overall outfit is predominantly red, featuring a red midi skirt paired with a loose-fitting sweater that is both slimming and slightly relaxed. The V-neckline accentuates the swan-like neck, presenting a ladylike style.

Moreover, she, who never wears makeup, made a special effort to do so today. She applied a light lipstick, making her lips rosy and her mouth slightly upturned. Her skin was as delicate and smooth as cream, and her eyes were bright and spirited, like stars in autumn water, adding a touch of lively beauty.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, they left, and by the time they stepped out of the airport, the sun was already setting.

Chu Fang drove his aunt to a hotel. The aunt looked at the menu, and the prices made her heart tremble.

Although he knew about Chu Fang's wealth from his youngest daughter, it was only hearsay. Today, however, he truly experienced the arrogance of his nephew.

Qian Liyan ate a meal costing over 10,000 yuan for the first time, and her legs were so weak she could barely stand when she stepped out of the hotel.

Good heavens!

Did I really eat such an expensive meal?

What a waste!

Since Chu Fang was going to take Qian Liyan to live in Zhonghai Mingyuan, it would be inappropriate for Zhong Tingyue to go, so she left immediately, since the two were still boyfriend and girlfriend.

Upon arriving at Zhonghai Mingyuan, I quickly registered and returned to my room.

Qian Liyan looked at the house. She had seen it during her video chat with Chu Yi and knew how luxurious it was, located in the most prosperous area of ​​Shanghai.

Chu Fang tidied up the bedroom and came out to say, "Auntie, you'll stay in that room tonight. It has a private bathroom with hot water 24 hours a day. All your personal belongings are in the bathroom..."

"Okay." Qian Liyan nodded, then turned to Chu Fang and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Chu Fang."

"It's nothing, it's what I should do."

Qian Liyan opened her suitcase, rummaged through it, and took out the items she had brought, placing them one by one on the table: "These are local specialties I brought for you, sweet potato flour from my hometown..."

Chu Fang looked at him and said with some helplessness, "Aunt, I am Chu Fang, the nephew you watched grow up."