Song Mingyuan winked at his mother; thankfully, she knew how to talk and salvaged the situation. He didn't know what had gotten into his aunt, who had said such a thing.

They also interfered in his affairs, which annoyed him greatly; even his own mother had never interfered in his affairs like this.

What right does she have to interfere? What qualifications does she have to interfere? Especially now that she's said such nasty things. If it weren't for Zhou Meiling being there, he would have already started arguing with his aunt.

After all these years, I've become an older single woman. Is it because I find it hard to watch him date? Thinking about it, that's certainly a possibility. Isn't it said that women go through menopause as they get older?

Song Wanwan didn't continue speaking. She stood up and went upstairs under their gaze.

Song Aiguo smiled awkwardly: "Let's sit down and talk. Let's say whatever we have to say."

Zhou Meiling sat down under their gazes, clasped her hands together, and mustered her courage to speak.

"Uncle, have you agreed to my relationship with Mingyuan?"

"Yes, I agree to you two being friends." Song Aiguo smiled and said, "As for your family, when do you plan to tell them? There are still two months until the Chinese New Year, so you can think about it. Feel free to tell us if you have any requests."

Zhao Susu: "Child, if you're worried, we can throw an engagement banquet for you."

Please have some people come and bless you.

"Uncle, Aunt!" Zhou Meiling stood up anxiously and said, "There's no need to hold a banquet now. He and I are still young and need to study hard."

We'll get married after graduation. During our school years, we'll be respectful and won't do anything out of line.

“We’ll grant you whatever you ask for. You’re both good kids, and I believe you can do it.” Zhao Susu said, glancing at her son.

Song Mingyuan's face revealed a roguish look as he put his arm around her shoulder and said, "Now you can rest assured! I told you my family would agree."

Zhou Meiling pinched his lower back but couldn't move it, wondering why his flesh was so hard.

They started chatting, one sentence after another, until it was almost time to cook. Zhao Susu got up and left for the kitchen to cook.

Zhou Meiling wanted to go over and help, but the two elders stopped her, so she could only continue sitting there.

My sister hasn't come down yet, and I can't help but worry.

Seeing that Zhao Susu was busy in and out of the kitchen and wouldn't notice him, Song Aiguo spoke to them in a low voice.

"I'm going upstairs to rest for a while, and I'll come down when the food is ready."

"Go ahead!" Song Mingyuan didn't try to stop him.

We knew exactly what he was going to do; he was simply going upstairs to check on his aunt.

So now it was just the two of them left in the living room.

Zhou Meiling whispered, "Does your aunt not like me?"

"Who cares! If she doesn't like it, it means nothing to me. She'll stay at my place for at most half a month; she still has to go back to her country to take care of things."

"Oh, that's good." Zhou Meiling didn't feel comfortable saying anything here and hoped her aunt would leave as soon as possible to avoid any further trouble.

I have to say the house is huge. The first floor is the living room, and the second and third floors are the bedrooms.

I don't know how they keep it so clean and tidy.

The fruit on the table is very expensive outside; bananas, for example, cost at least ten yuan a bunch.

Song Mingyuan felt that today had passed without any major incidents, and he would try to bring Zhou Meiling back as little as possible before his aunt left, to avoid any unpleasant things happening again.