I was thinking about when I should bring the child home to meet my parents, or at least hold an engagement party first.

Su Ci didn't know where it was, but he had tried dozens of pairs of engagement rings and still hadn't found the one he was most satisfied with. Every time he saw a new design, he couldn't help but spend a lot of money.

At the dinner table in a high-end restaurant, Wen Yuli sat opposite Su's father. The two mature and steady men were confronting each other, and a war between males was about to break out.

"Premier Wen better give me an explanation today for the incident of seducing my daughter into a relationship."

Su Bingkun still has some traditional fatherly ideas. Isn't it said that teachers cannot have seven emotions and six desires? It's no wonder that he is eager to become Mrs. Wen. Why does he have to give up his precious daughter?

There is a full seven years age gap between them. People say there is a generation gap every three years, but here there are more than two. Will they have anything to talk about and be happy when they get married in the future?

Su Ci was a professional saboteur: "Dad, Mom, well, it was me who abducted Professor Wen."

Wen Yuli has a moral burden, but she doesn't.

Father Su said sternly, "Xiao Ci, you don't have to defend him. You're just being naive and inexperienced. He's wrong for messing with you even though he's already an adult."

Wen Dabaji Yuli: "..."

He sighed, his posture humble and respectful.

"You're right. I didn't understand the rules. I'm a few years older than Xiaoci, but you have to admit that being older has its advantages."

Father Su pursed his lips and watched him bragging.

"You said that men of your age are often impetuous, have high self-esteem, and have narrow horizons, and cannot resist the temptations of the new world."

Father Su snorted coldly: "I thought it was impossible for you to not have a scandal or get married at your age. Her mother and I have a child in kindergarten now."

Wen Yuli: "You and my aunt have a deep love for each other."

Father Su immediately changed his expression in secret: "That's right."

Wen Yuli continued to work hard, while dragging down his competitors, he also boasted: "I have no scandals because I keep myself clean and I am responsible to my future wife."

"Are those young boys as capable of earning money and managing the household as I am? Are they as experienced and caring as I am? Are they as mature, steady, and reliable as I am?"

Father Su completely agreed: "That's the truth. I also relied on my steady image to win over your aunt."

Wen Yuli hadn't finished speaking yet——

"Let's take a step back and say I'm a decade older than them and richer than them. If I die early, Xiaoci can inherit my estate and become the richest man in Jiangcheng."

Su Ci: “……?”

Su Bingkun knocked his chopsticks on the back of his hand, his face darker than the bottom of a pot: "Shut up, you curse my little Ci to be a widow before you even get married, just eat your food in peace!"

Wen Yuli smiled faintly: "Okay, I won't say anymore. Dad, tell me how you chased our mom back then. I'll learn from you and go back to chase Xiaoci."

Father Su's face flushed. "It's just a trivial matter. What's there to say? It was just like this... then that... and then..."

Father Su never stopped talking during the meal.

After lunch, the mother and daughter wanted to go shopping, so Wen Yuli and Su's father pushed aside their duties to accompany them, acting as two human-shaped shopping carts.

The family talked and laughed together, and half a day passed by unknowingly. There were classes tomorrow, Monday, and Wen Yuli repeatedly promised to send Su Ci back to the dormitory.

Downstairs in the dormitory, it’s still a familiar corner.

The man placed his palm on the back of the girl's head and pressed her against the cold, hard car door. He rubbed his nose against the soft skin of her cheek and kissed her closely yet not quite.

It has a cool and fragrant scent that is ambiguous and seductive, and it makes your heart beat faster when it blows past your ears.

"Xiaoguai, how long until graduation?"

He rubbed the soft and white earlobe, and stroked the translucent pink cheek with his fingertips. The strong aggression and oppression in his eyes were hidden under his gentleness.

"My husband is enduring so hard."