Han Feng drove his minivan back to Kyoto Huafu. As he entered the community, his father saw the security guards waving at the car. He was surprised that the property management in his son's community was so good.

Han Feng parked the car and looked at his parents standing in front of their villa, looking up at the three-story European-style building. A warm feeling welled up in his heart.

"Son, this...this is really your home?" Han's father wiped his hands on the seams of his trousers, as if afraid of getting something dirty, and dared not touch the carved wrought iron gate.

Wang Hao, struggling to unload luggage from the trunk, chuckled upon hearing this, "Uncle, Brother Feng drives a multi-million dollar supercar; this house is nothing to him!"

"Oh my, this is nothing!" Mother Han walked half a circle around the fountain in front of the door, her eyes wide with amazement. "Even the county government building back home isn't this impressive!"

Han Feng smiled as he took the luggage from his father. Seeing his parents'感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of warmth and satisfaction) about his current quality of life, he felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He thought about how he would make his parents' lives even better from now on. "Dad, Mom, don't stand at the door, come in."

Just as Han Feng took out his keys, the door opened from the inside. Su Wanwan rushed out like a cheerful little bird, grabbing Han's mother's arm: "Auntie! You've finally arrived! I've missed you so much!"

"Oh, Wanwan!" Mother Han's face immediately lit up with a smile, her rough hands stroking Su Wanwan's face. "You've become even more beautiful in just two months! Your skin is so radiant. Xiaofeng hasn't bullied you, has he?"

Su Wanwan chuckled and nuzzled Han's mother's hand: "Auntie is getting younger and younger! I noticed your wrinkles around your eyes have faded in the last video call!"

The old man and the young man walked into the house hand in hand, leaving Han Feng, Han's father, and Wang Hao, three grown men, standing outside the door, carrying large and small bags, looking at each other in bewilderment.

"This girl..." Han Feng shook his head, picked up his luggage, and followed her inside.

The villa's interior was simply yet elegantly decorated, with a meticulously maintained garden visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows. As Su Wanwan led Han's mother towards the sofa, she suddenly stopped, her gaze fixed on the kitchen. Liu Mengran, wearing a floral apron and holding a soup ladle, was peeking halfway out of the kitchen.

"Hello, Auntie." Liu Mengran put down her soup spoon, quickly walked over, wiped her hands on her apron, and said, "I'm Han Feng's classmate, my name is Liu Mengran."

Han's parents' gazes swept back and forth between Liu Mengran and Su Wanwan before finally turning to Han Feng, who had just entered the room. The shock and confusion in their eyes were almost tangible.

Su Wanwan's eyes darted around, and she immediately explained, "Sister Mengran is Han Feng's classmate and also a very good friend. She's been helping out at Han Feng's company lately, and she lives alone. We were worried about her safety commuting to and from get off work alone, so we let her stay with us." As she spoke, she winked at Han Feng.

A blush crept onto Liu Mengran's fair cheeks, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her apron, her drooping eyelashes casting a small shadow on her face. This shy demeanor was a stark contrast to her usual capable and professional image.

"Dad, Mom, please have a seat." Han Feng quickly smoothed things over, handing the luggage to Wang Hao. "Mengran, you should rest too. I'll cook today."

He strode towards the kitchen, but his father grabbed him. The father leaned closer, his voice low and mysterious: "You brat, tell me the truth, what's your relationship with these two girls?"

"They really are just classmates and friends." Han Feng was both amused and exasperated. "Dad, what are you thinking?"

Han's father squinted, his face clearly saying, "You're kidding me." Just as he was about to press further, Han Feng nimbly broke free, slipped into the kitchen, and closed the door.

In the living room, Su Wanwan was excitedly showing Han's mother photos on her phone: "Auntie, look, this is from when we were celebrating New Year's Eve a couple of days ago. Han Feng drank too much and was dancing, and then he fell flat on his face..."

Liu Mengran sat quietly to the side, peeling an apple with practiced ease, slicing the peel into a continuous strip. She cut the apple into small pieces, inserted toothpicks, and pushed it towards Han's mother: "Auntie, please try some. These are organic apples directly from a local farm."

Looking at the lively and playful Su Wanwan, then at the gentle and virtuous Liu Mengran, Han's mother couldn't help but smile. She patted Liu Mengran's hand: "My dear, you're so skillful. You peeled this apple so well, the skin is so thin you can see through it."

In the kitchen, Han Feng watched this scene through the glass door, his hand unconsciously stopping the cleaver in his hand. The dimples on Liu Mengran's cheeks when she smiled gently, the raised eyebrows of Su Wanwan when she told a joke, the loving light in his mother's eyes—these ordinary moments suddenly warmed his heart.

He was initially worried that his parents would be seeing this scene, but the opposite happened, and they were pleasantly surprised.

"Hey, what are you daydreaming about?" Wang Hao, who had somehow slipped into the kitchen, nudged him with his elbow with a sly grin. "How does it feel to have two beautiful young women keeping your parents company outside?"

Han Feng raised a cleaver as if to chop: "One more word and you'll be eating cold Wang Hao tonight."

A burst of laughter suddenly erupted in the living room. Through the crack in the door, Han Feng saw Liu Mengran wiping the tears from his mother's eyes with a handkerchief, while Su Wanwan made exaggerated gestures, making Han's father laugh heartily as well.

Soon, Han Feng prepared a sumptuous dinner. The five people sat around the table. Han Feng took out a bottle of fine Maozi from the cabinet and filled it for his father. He knew that his father liked Maozi the most, but he had always been reluctant to drink it.

Mr. Han nodded with a smile, while Mrs. Han said from the side, "Drink less. You're getting on in years. If you don't take care of your health, I won't take care of you in the future." These words made everyone laugh heartily.

At this moment, Han's mother changed the subject and said to Han Feng, "Xiao Feng, you are still young. You should drink in moderation. Otherwise, you will ruin your health and your future wife will look down on you for being an alcoholic." After saying that, she glanced at Liu Mengran and Su Wanwan intentionally or unintentionally, which made the two girls blush.

"Mom, what nonsense are you talking about? I'm so young, how old would I be getting married?"

At this moment, Han's father chimed in, "That's right, how old is he? Like father, like son. Xiao Feng will definitely be able to marry a reasonable and good wife, just like me."

The group finished their dinner amidst laughter and chatter. Wang Hao and Su Wanwan acted as the atmosphere-maker, making Mr. and Mrs. Han laugh continuously.

After the meal, Liu Mengran stopped Han Feng from cleaning up and said to him, "Go and keep your aunt and uncle company. They just arrived, so leave this to me."

Han Feng smiled and nodded: "Then I'll have to trouble you. Whoever marries you will truly have found a virtuous and capable wife."

Liu Mengran chuckled and said, "Well, you still managed to kidnap me. Alright, go on now."