After leaving Qingshuiyuan, Song Yunzheng drove directly back to No. 15 Wanshou Road, intending to give the old lady a surprise. She had been talking about wanting a daughter-in-law all the time, so he would bring her back to her.

As soon as the car entered the yard, Zhou Lirong saw it from afar and came out to greet it with a big smile.

“Son, what brings you home today? You always say you’re on duty at the hospital and can’t come back when I ask you to.

As soon as Song Yunzheng got out of the car, he heard Zhou Lirong nagging. He was already used to it, because she kept repeating the same few sentences, and she would probably start talking about marriage later.

"Have you contacted Xinya these past few days? Did you ask her out for a meal or anything today?"

Without saying a word, Song Yunzheng strode inside.

“Son, I’m asking you a question! Let me tell you, there’s no use running away. You’re already 30 and still single. It’s a waste that I gave birth to such a handsome boy. I haven’t seen you bring a girlfriend home since college.”

Zhou Lirong quickly chased after him, following behind him and nagging.

Song Yunzheng suddenly stopped and turned around, looking at her calmly. "Mom, from today onwards, you don't need to go to great lengths to find me a blind date anymore."

"Dream on! I had you late in life, and you're not even interested in dating. If I don't hurry up and find you a partner and force you to go on blind dates, I'll be waiting forever to see you get married and settle down. How many more years do I have left to live?"

As Zhou Lirong spoke, she began to wipe the corners of her eyes, pretending to choke up—a trick she often used with her son.

"Alright, Mom, your acting skills are getting worse every day. If you really can't do it, why don't you go to the Beijing Film Academy as an auditor? I haven't even finished speaking yet."

Zhou Lirong then stopped her crying performance, looked up at him, and waited for him to continue.

"Please don't make me meet this Ya or that Ya anymore. I'm afraid my wife will get jealous. My son is already married. We just got our marriage certificate today."

As he spoke, he took out his marriage certificate from his pocket and showed it to her.

Zhou Lirong's expression shifted from calm to confusion to shock, akin to the changing faces in Peking Opera.

She excitedly took the marriage certificate, opened it, and repeatedly checked whether it was fake, even tapping the official seal with her finger.

"Son, tell me the truth, this time it's not fake, is it? You didn't find someone to fool your mother again like last time, did you?"

Song Yunzheng chuckled, annoyed. "Mom, it's not that serious. Don't worry, this time it's for real!"

"Ah! That's wonderful! My son is finally getting married, and my wish has been fulfilled!" Zhou Lirong jumped up and down with joy. She didn't look like a woman in her sixties at all.

Overjoyed, she suddenly grabbed Song Yunzheng and asked, "Son, when are you going to bring that girl back for your mother to meet? As her future mother-in-law, of course I have to give my daughter-in-law a wedding gift. I also have to thank her properly for finally winning over her old son."

"We'll see. It depends on when she'll be free. After all, she'll be quite busy starting her studies in her junior year."

"Yes, yes, you're right. We can't just think about ourselves; we need to consider others more..."

Zhou Lirong suddenly paused, stunned for a few seconds, and frowned as she looked at Song Yunzheng, "Son, what did you just say? Junior year of college? Busy with studies? What do you mean by that?"

"Your daughter-in-law is still in college. She'll be a junior in September," Song Yunzheng said casually.

Zhou Lirong raised her hand and slapped him across the face. "Are you trying to kill me? Finding someone so young, you, you, you... are you trying to make me angry to death? You're 30, and that girl is only 20, how could you do that? She can even call you uncle! Wait until your dad comes back, let's see how you talk to him!"

Song Yunzheng had anticipated her reaction and shrugged indifferently, "Then I'll go back to my room first, and call me when they come back."

Seeing her son's attitude made her so angry that her chest ached, but she was completely helpless against him. He had been opinionated since he was a child, and once he made up his mind, no one could persuade him otherwise.

"What's going on? I can hear you yelling downstairs." A strong voice came from the doorway.

Song Xinian, dressed in a dark gray Zhongshan suit, walked in with steady steps.

Following behind was Song Yunxi, dressed in a well-tailored business suit, with exquisite makeup and a neat shoulder-length short haircut, exuding both competence and femininity.

"Mom, you and my brother are arguing again?"

Song Yunxi walked to Zhou Lirong's side and affectionately took her arm.

"Ask him yourself and see what good things he's done," Zhou Lirong said, pounding her chest in anger.

Song Xinian glanced at his son, then at his wife, and realized that this matter seemed more serious than before.

So he said, "Yunzheng, come to the study with Dad and let's talk."

The two entered the study one after the other. Song Xinian sat at the desk, while Song Yunzheng stood in place.

"Yunzheng, what happened with your mother again? Is she forcing you to go on blind dates again? It's been like this for so many years, always thinking about having a grandson..."

"I got married today," Song Yunzheng said casually.

Before Song Xinian could react, she heard an even more explosive statement.

"The other person just turned 20 and is a junior in college."

"What...what kind of thing did you do? Just because your mom keeps pressuring you to go on blind dates? We have no problem with you getting married suddenly, but how could you find someone so young? She's still a student! She's only been an adult for two years, and you tricked her into getting a marriage certificate!"

Song Xinian was so angry that she pushed back her chair and stood up. She walked up to him, raised her hand to slap him, but then didn't. Seeing that he was unmoved, she angrily lowered her hand and paced back and forth in the study.

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