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Seeing Ye Wenyu's disbelieving expression, Lin Tingfeng smiled and slowly said, "Because you are my favorite girl."

She was his favorite girl? Ye Wenyu looked up at Lin Tingfeng in bewilderment, thinking to herself, "Really? If he loves her the most, why doesn't he divorce his wife for her when his marriage is clearly unhappy?"

Lin Tingfeng, unaware of her thoughts, smiled and said, "My mother loves me the most. Of course, she hopes that I can find the girl I love in this life. I have already told my mother, and she is very happy. She was the one who suggested inviting you to dinner and meeting you, so don't worry. My mother will only be good to you and will not make things difficult for you."

Ye Wenyu's logic crumbled. He wondered what kind of mother and son this was. He was married, yet he brought his lover to meet his mother. He was happy, and his mother was happy too, but she was nervous, ashamed, and uneasy.

Ye Wenyu couldn't understand why Lin Tingfeng would do this. She mustered her courage and asked Lin Tingfeng, "What is the purpose of your arrangement?"

Lin Tingfeng said, "It's for my mom's happiness, for my own happiness, and also to put your mind at ease."

Ye Wenyu had no choice but to remain silent.

Lin Tingfeng continued to gently pat her back, holding her petite body a little tighter in his arms, and continued to speak slowly to Ye Wenyu: "As for my father, you don't need to worry about him at all. My father has been mentally unstable for many years. Even if I take you to him, it's still a question whether he will wake up, see you, or speak to you."

So that's how it is. Ye Wenyu indeed felt much more relaxed, and her whole body was no longer so tense. Her heart settled back into her chest, and her body was no longer as taut as a string. She asked curiously, "Why is your father so confused?"

A hint of nervousness flashed across Lin Tingfeng's eyes, but he quickly concealed it and said slowly, "He's getting old, probably Alzheimer's, a common disease among the elderly."

Ye Wenyu nodded, but she still felt something was strange. The entire Lin family, including Lin Tingfeng himself, his mother, his brother, and his sister, were all strange, but she couldn't find the reason for it.

It was broad daylight, and golden sunlight streamed in through the window like arrows. Lin Tingfeng checked the time and said, "Talking to you, time flies by. It's almost nine o'clock. Time to get up and get ready."

Ye Wenyu immediately gasped in fright and rushed to the dressing room, suffering from decision paralysis again.

Faced with a huge pile of clothes in the walk-in closet, she was at a loss for which one to choose. She was sweating profusely and kept wiping the sweat from her forehead as she anxiously shouted, "Tingfeng, Tingfeng, come and help me!"

Lin Tingfeng walked into the dressing room with a smile, and said slowly to her, "Don't know which clothes to wear again?"

Ye Wenyu nodded and said playfully, "A woman's wardrobe is always missing one important piece of clothing."

Lin Tingfeng said to her, "Then wear black, a more conservative dress. Do you know why celebrities like Steve Jobs always wear the same style of clothes? It's because it saves time and effort. You women waste a lot of time choosing clothes every day."

Ye Wenyu frowned and said to him, "You can't wear black, the old lady definitely won't like it."

Lin Tingfeng smiled, shrugged, and said to her, "Then take your time choosing." He went to the bathroom to wash up.

Ye Wenyu was exasperated. He got angry because she refused to wear black? He wouldn't help her? Humph, was her own sense of aesthetics and fashion sense so bad that she couldn't find an outfit that would make the old folks happy to see her?

She calmed herself down and carefully searched the walk-in closet. Lin Tingfeng had bought her so many clothes that he would arrange for luxury brand staff to deliver new styles every month, leaving her overwhelmed and unsure where to begin.

Half an hour passed, and she finally chose a dress. It was a bright red dress with a fitted waist, three-quarter sleeves, and a round collar. In short, wearing it would make her skin look fair and healthy, and would also make her slender waist look incredibly delicate, giving her a very good figure. In addition, it would make her look very dignified and conservative.

She smiled confidently.

Lin Tingfeng brushed his teeth and walked to the door of the dressing room again. He glanced at her and his eyes lit up.

Ye Wenyu skipped over to him and asked nervously, "Is it pretty?"

Lin Tingfeng stared at her without saying a word, then turned around after a while.

Ye Wenyu's smile froze. She thought about how he, who only wore black, white, and gray, could like her wearing red. He had once said that only black, white, gray, and camel were the best colors for clothes.

Just as she was feeling incredibly frustrated, Lin Tingfeng came in. It turned out he had gone to the bathroom to rinse his mouth and returned to the dressing room. Seeing her pouting face, he couldn't help but smile. He gazed at her and said gently, "You look beautiful, like a bride."

Really? Ye Wenyu was stunned, then overjoyed. Her heart leaped with excitement. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw that she was indeed bright red and very beautiful. A beautiful girl in red always reminds one of a bride.

She said softly, "Old people like young people to wear red; it looks festive."

Lin Tingfeng walked over and said to her, "You're right, wear this one, my mom will definitely like it." He pulled her into his arms, lowered his head, and kissed her forehead, which was as white as marble.

Ye Wenyu secretly glanced at the two people in the mirror. The man was tall and strong, very handsome, and the woman was petite and beautiful, very gentle. They looked like a perfect couple.

He just said she looked like a bride in her red dress, and now look, not only does she look like a bride, but he, who loves wearing formal attire, also looks like a groom.

Lin Tingfeng checked the time and said to her, "Then I'll go change my clothes and get ready to leave. Although we agreed to meet at 12 o'clock, my mother has nothing to do at home and is always looking forward to it, so I can't go right at mealtime. I should go early to chat with the elderly."

After he finished speaking, he went to his dressing room and changed his clothes in five minutes. He came out in a black suit. Ye Wenyu stared at him blankly and said to him with some sadness, "You look like a groom."

Why does my heart feel like it's being pricked by needles? Because I can't have it.

Lin Tingfeng laughed and said to her, "Then let's take a group photo together." He hugged Ye Wenyu in his arms, took out his phone, and used the front camera to take a group photo.

Ye Wenyu smiled slightly, feeling sweet inside. At the same time, his face was flushed because he was someone who really disliked taking pictures, and this was the first time he had taken the initiative to ask to take a photo with her.

After the photo was taken, Ye Wenyu blushed and said to him, "Send me the photos later."

Lin Tingfeng looked at her and slowly said, "Exchange it for the photos that were secretly taken of me by the British."

Ye Wenyu felt her neck and shoulders burning red. She said softly, "Ah, I deleted it a long time ago." What kind of memory does she have to remember something from so long ago?