"Hwaju, Hwaju, I'm back."

On the third floor of the Kyoto University staff quarters, the door of the Su family's house was pounded on, and an extremely excited voice came from inside.

The family was surprised while they were eating, but they quickly came to their senses. Su Xinghai immediately put down his chopsticks, got up, and ran to open the door.

"Uncle?!"

Su Xinghai recognized the man in the crisp military uniform at a glance and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Yo-haku, did you just get off the train?!"

"Come in quickly, come in quickly."

After their initial surprise at finding out that he was indeed their son-in-law, Qiao Jiuru and Su Huaiyuan immediately invited him into the house.

"Are you eating?! Bao Bao, go get chopsticks for your uncle. Hua Zhu, go cook a bowl of noodles for Xiao He, and make sure to add an egg."

After Ling Xiaohe entered the room, Qiao Jiuru quickly asked her daughter to go to the kitchen to make a bowl of noodles.

Dumplings on the way up, noodles on the way down.

Su Huazhu was already delighted when she learned that the person who came to her house at this time was Ling Xiaohe. Because this man had self-confidence and came to find her so quickly, this marriage was a good start.

"Mom, Mom, don't let Huazhu do anything. I'll eat whatever's at home."

Ling Xiaohe looked at Su Huazhu and smiled foolishly, saying, "Right now, eating isn't important at all. What's important is seeing my lover whom I haven't seen for half a year. No matter how many letters I've written or how many phone calls I've made these past few days, nothing compares to seeing her in person."

"No, a little more time won't make a difference. Fine, I know you want to see Huazhu more often."

"Hwaju, serve Xiaohe a bowl of soup first, and I'll go cook some noodles for Nu."

How could Qiao Jiuru not know what these young people were thinking? After all, she had been young herself and had gone through the same thing.

Su Huazhu blushed immediately because of her mother's words, but she still obediently went into the kitchen to get a bowl to serve soup to Ling Xiaohe.

Ling Xiaohe quickly sat down next to her; it was Su Xingchen who had a good eye, bringing a chair for her uncle.

"Xiaohe, you just got back and haven't gone home yet?!"

Su Huaiyuan saw the large backpack and travel bag placed at the door and felt that he had asked the wrong question.

"Dad, I came here as soon as I got off the train, and I'll go back tonight."

Ling Xiaohe didn't see anything wrong with it at all! He just wanted to see his fiancée as soon as possible, and he believed that his future in-laws wouldn't be unhappy.

Su Huaiyuan: "..."

At this moment, I feel both happy and sad. My daughter is getting married, and I feel sad. But I'm happy that my son-in-law still loves my daughter.

My feelings are very complicated and conflicted.

In no time, Qiao Jiuru had cooked the noodles. She was so quick because she poured in hot water, which made the water boil fast. She then added the eggs, noodles, and sprinkled some chopped green onions on top. It smelled delicious.

The dishes on the Su family's table were quite good: seafood, steamed fish, stir-fried chicken with mushrooms, stir-fried shredded potatoes with vinegar, stir-fried greens, and pork rib, corn, and carrot soup.

Ling Xiaohe ate so much he couldn't even lift his head. The food at his fiancée's house was just so fragrant and delicious.

After dinner, the whole family knew that the two engaged couple must have something to talk about, so they all went out for a walk, leaving the house to Ling Xiaohe and Su Huazhu.

No sooner had the Su family left than Ling Xiaohe couldn't wait to take out a gift from his pocket and personally buy it for Su Huazhu.

"Hwaju, this is a ring I bought for you. Try it on and see if it fits!"

Ling Xiaohe presented a red box to Su Huazhu like a treasure, then looked at her like a child yearning for praise.

Su Huazhu blushed again, looking shy.

Although she was very shy, she still generously reached out and took the red box, and then opened it under Ling Xiaohe's expectant gaze.

A gold ring with a flower-shaped face lies quietly in the box, simple and elegant, and quite heavy.

"Hwaju, do you like it?! Try it out!"

Ling Xiaohe urged, "I want to see if it fits." Of course, when he bought it, the sales clerk at the department store's gold counter said that this kind of ring didn't have a size limit and would fit any finger. But he was still uneasy.

Su Huazhu nodded, thinking that as long as it was a gift from her, she would definitely like it. However, she was too embarrassed to say it, so she quickly took out the ring and put it on her ring finger.

"It suits me perfectly, I love it."

She put it on and felt it wasn't too big or too small, so she immediately nodded to Ling Xiaohe and whispered something.

Ling Xiaohe looked at the ring he had chosen and placed on Su Huazhu's fair and slender fingers, so beautiful that he felt a surge of heat in his heart.

"Huazhu, I've got all the documents ready. I'll come pick you up tomorrow morning so we can get our marriage certificate together."

Why isn't it dark yet?! There are still many hours until tomorrow, I can't wait any longer.

This was something they had agreed on when they wrote to each other in May, so Su Huazhu nodded shyly.

Tomorrow we'll get our marriage certificate, and the day after tomorrow we'll get married.

Two hours later, Ling Xiaohe finally left reluctantly, and then rode away on his father-in-law Su Huaiyuan's bicycle.