"Mom, this is quite a lot of money. She'll definitely be satisfied. You know she's a very nice person." Song Mingyuan put the red envelope in his pocket, planning to go upstairs to give it to Zhou Meiling later.

"This girl is nice, and I like her personality, but I don't know if her family is willing to let her marry so far away."

"Find some time to go to her house and see what's going on." Zhao Susu looked at her son and said earnestly, "When two people truly come together, it's not just because they have a good relationship."

Both sets of parents have to be satisfied. If there are difficulties, we must find a way to overcome them; we cannot run away or make excuses.” After saying this, he tugged at his son’s arm and whispered, “You can’t mess around before the relationship is truly established.”

"If you ruin a girl's reputation, you'll have ruined her life. Remember that."

Her ears turned red, and she couldn't stay any longer. Zhao Susu opened the kitchen door and quickly left.

Song Mingyuan pondered his mother's words, which made perfect sense. He wanted to be with Zhou Meiling, but he needed the approval of her family to have a legitimate relationship and to give her happiness.

The distance between the two houses is indeed a problem, and I must take it seriously. The mother shook her head slightly, clearly helpless, as she finished speaking. Did she really see her son as a lecher?

The kettle went all the way back upstairs, and when it reached the door, it secretly peeked out.

Zhou Meiling was rolling around on the bed, probably because her own bed was more comfortable. She coughed once and then pushed the door open to go in.

Zhou Meiling was already sitting properly on the edge of the bed, with a few beads of sweat on her face, probably from the exertion she had just gone through.

"Why did you take so long?" Zhou Meiling asked, trying to appear calm as she brushed a stray hair behind her ear.

"I talked to my mom for a while." After pouring two cups of hot tea, Song Mingyuan went to the bedside and took out a red envelope from his pocket: "She asked me to give this to you because she was afraid you would be embarrassed to accept it."

"How much money is in here?" Zhou Meiling, who also had a greedy heart, took the red envelope and looked it over, estimating that there was at least ten yuan inside.

"Why don't you open it and take a look?" Song Mingyuan enjoyed seeing her surprised expression.

Zhou Meiling opened the red envelope, and when she saw how much money was inside, she couldn't help but count it with her fingers. There was a total of 101 yuan. It was the first time she had received such a large red envelope, and she felt like she had struck it rich in an instant.

"It's 101 in total, why are you giving me so much money?"

"It means she's chosen one in a hundred, and she's accepted you as her daughter-in-law. Keep this money safe, don't return it; it's a token of my appreciation."

"Okay, don't worry, I definitely won't give you this money. Next time I'll use this money to buy Auntie a pretty dress, but I don't know what to buy Uncle."

Zhou Meiling pretended to be embarrassed, thinking about how she hadn't brought anything with her when she visited. She resolved to bring something next time. She couldn't let his parents think she was stingy; it wasn't about the amount of money in a gift, but about manners.

"You don't need to think so much. They'll be happy as long as you come. How about this: you can come to my house every Sunday from now on?"

"Try my mom's cooking. After a while, you'll try making it yourself. It'll feel just like coming home." Song Mingyuan sat down on the edge of the bed, put his arm around her shoulder, and waited for her answer.