"My uncle called me at noon today to tell me this, but I didn't quite believe him, so I called to confirm with you."

Hearing Song Yuhan's words, Song Yuli pursed his lips, but still nodded.

"Yes, I'm getting married soon."

Thinking of Nangong Yu and the unborn child in her womb, Song Yuli's heart softened.

"Is the person you married really the man you posted about on your social media?"

Song Yuhan asked in a high-pitched, surprised voice.

Song Yuli frowned, but still answered honestly.

"Yes, he is my future husband."

Upon hearing this, Song Yuhan on the other end of the phone immediately exclaimed enviously, "Wow, sis, you're so lucky!"

Song Yuli twitched the corner of his mouth but didn't say anything.

"Sis, when are you getting married?"

Song Yuli shook his head: "Uncle hasn't chosen a date yet."

"I see."

Song Yuhan said with some disappointment, "I have something to do, I'll hang up now. Remember to call me when the wedding date is set."

"good."

She had just breathed a sigh of relief after hanging up the phone when there was a knock on the door, followed by Song Yuhao's voice.

"Sis, Dad wants you to come out for a moment."

"knew."

Song Yu placed his phone on the desk, left the door, and went outside.

"Uncle, you were looking for me."

Song Demin looked at Song Yuli and said with a smile, "Ali, after your college entrance exam, your uncle picked out a few auspicious dates. Come on, you can choose one."

After saying that, he handed the paper in front of him to Song Yuli.

Song Yuli glanced at it and then returned it to Song Demin, half-jokingly saying, "Uncle, you can decide for me. I just need to be a quiet bride."

Song Demin nodded in satisfaction. "Alright, Uncle can decide. Let's set it for July 3rd. I think that's the best date in July."

Song Yuli nodded in agreement.

Liu Ping frowned upon seeing this. She opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Song Demin interrupted her with a broad smile.

"Yuhao, take your sister back to her room. I have something to discuss with your mother."

Song Yuhao nodded and followed Song Yuli away.

Soon, only Song Demin and Liu Ping remained in the living room.

"Old Liu, come quick and take a look. Is there anything else I need?"

Song Demin said without looking up.

"Old Song, isn't this too hasty?"

Liu Ping frowned, her face full of disapproval.

She had always thought highly of this marriage. Not only was the Nangong Yu family from the capital, but they were also nine years older than Ali.

Others his age already have kids running around, but he's still single. Who knows if he has some bad habits, or if he can't find a wife in the capital and that's why he's causing trouble for his daughter, Ali.

Song Demin waved his hand: "We can wait, but can the baby in Ali's belly wait?"

I know what you're worried about. You're worried that Ali will be deceived, right? Don't worry, that Nangong Yu doesn't seem like the kind of person who would cheat or be dishonest. Besides, what could our Ali possibly be that could be fooled?

Seeing Song Demin's nonchalant demeanor, Liu Ping was furious. She snorted coldly and strode away. As she passed Song Demin, she shoved him hard, almost tripping him.

Watching Liu Ping's angry retreating figure, Song Demin smiled helplessly, then looked down again before picking up his phone and notifying his relatives one by one.