"Mom and Dad, I came today to introduce Jingjing to my parents. Is that alright with you?"

After breakfast, Junchen took Beijing's hand and sat down on the sofa, then spoke to Beijing's parents.

Bei's father, who was reading a newspaper, adjusted his glasses after hearing Junchen's words.

She was secretly pleased, but kept a straight face. She glanced at Jun Chen calmly, nodded, and said, "Okay, go ahead."

Bei Ma stopped picking up the teapot, her well-maintained face beaming with an undisguised smile.

"That's good. It's only a matter of time. Xiao Chen, how about we, the elders of both families, meet in a couple of days? The sooner you and Jingjing settle things, the better..."

"Cough cough cough." Bei's father couldn't help but cough, nudging Bei's mother with his elbow to remind her not to go too far, as the bride's family was never this proactive.

Bei Ma then realized that she was a little annoyed. It was all her fault. She was too happy and forgot her limits.

Junchen smiled, took Beijing's hand and kissed it lightly, his noble face revealing undisguised doting affection.

"Mom is right. It's better to make an appointment sooner rather than later. Jingjing is such a good girl. It would be bad if she were kidnapped by someone else."

These words both gave Bei's mother a way out of her earlier statement and subtly gave the Bei family enough face.

Having spent years navigating the business world, Bei Ba was a shrewd man; he could easily see through Jun Chen's intentions in those words.

Adjusting her glasses, a smile spread across her face, and she felt even more satisfied with Junchen, her prospective son-in-law.

Junchen straightened up. "After introducing Jingjing to my parents, I will start making arrangements for this matter. At that time, my parents will need to make time to meet with them."

"Okay, you can arrange it. Mom is always available." A smile appeared on Bei's mother's face.

"Do you think my arrangement is appropriate, brother-in-law?" Jun Chen looked at Bei Feng, who was drinking tea, and the corners of his thin lips curved slightly.

Since she ran off with Jingjing, Feng hasn't given her a kind look at all.

"You just need to make sure you treat Jingjing well, I won't interfere with anything else."

The North Wind's tone was still not very good, but compared to its initial complete resistance, its attitude had softened considerably.

"Yes, I will." His wife is his darling; if he doesn't treat his wife well, who else would he treat well?

"Then, Mom and Dad, Jingjing and I will take our leave now." Junchen stood up, picked up the coat beside him and draped it over Beijing's shoulders, bidding farewell to Beijing's parents.

"Go ahead, we'll see you off." Aunt Bei tried to get up, but Jun Chen stopped her.

"Mom, no need. It's cold, and besides, we're family, it would be too formal to say I'm sending it."

"Yes, yes, we're all family."

Bei Feng glanced at Jun Chen's back and rolled his eyes inwardly. No wonder he's the head of the Jun family.

She used one trick after another to make her parents very happy. They call themselves family, but Jingjing hasn't even married into the Jun family yet. She really knows how to take advantage of them.

The black Land Rover drove smoothly out of the Beijia compound, and only then did the three people in the living room turn their attention away.

"You brat, be nicer to him." As soon as Junchen left, Bei's father started scolding Bei Feng without any politeness.

My son is good in every way, except he dotes on his sister too much. He used to know how to get along well with the Jun family's son and they were quite close.

As soon as he runs into Jingjing, that brat's old quirks come out; he stubbornly sticks out that sour face.

He could understand if the Jun family's son treated Jingjing badly, but as someone with experience, he could clearly see how the Jun family's son treated his own daughter.

But my own brat is just like that, he only cares about his sister and not about reason.