Wan Jingjing was much calmer than expected.

"I haven't seen my uncle and aunt for many years, but they haven't changed much."

She vaguely remembered the first time they met when she was young. Ying's mother was also very enthusiastic, which was a bit overwhelming.

Ying Kui scratched his head. "I don't know what's wrong with my mother lately. She treats every member of the opposite sex as her daughter-in-law. Before I returned to China, she overheard my landlady talking to me and started asking about it like crazy."

"She's over 50 and about to become a grandmother. I was so scared that I quickly explained to her, but she was still skeptical and suspected I was lying."

Wan Jingjing was amused by Ying Kui and covered her mouth with her hands while laughing.

"Don't blame me for being anxious. I'm already pregnant, and you're still single. It's a sign of her restraint that she didn't fly to the United States to find you."

So you don’t want to fly to the United States to find him?

It can't fly.

Otherwise, Ying's mother would have been killed abroad long ago.

Ying Kui kept complaining in his heart, but did not tell Wan Jingjing. Instead, he took out the car keys and handed them to her.

"The art troupe has a performance tomorrow and I can't miss it. It would be convenient for you to drive and take them out."

Wan Jingjing can drive, but Peng Zhendong mostly travels by bus. She rarely goes out since Yueyue went missing, so the private car is basically used by Peng Bo.

She hesitated for a moment, "Then I'll take you to work first."

The distance from the suburbs to the art troupe is quite long, and Ying Kui could hardly move without a car.

Unexpectedly, he waved his hand.

"I'll call a car so you don't have to run back and forth. If it doesn't work, we can buy one tonight. It's not like we don't have the means."

Wan Jingjing...is indeed rich and powerful, she can't keep up with Ying Kui's jumping thoughts.

The two reached a consensus, which made Ying's mother, who was hiding behind and eavesdropping, very anxious.

Still working hard on this.

Her son deserves to be single.

The dinner was very sumptuous. When Ying's mother saw Wan Jingjing, she felt as if she had seen her son's future and was extremely happy.

Fortunately, there were enough rooms in the suburban building and no other embarrassing situations occurred.

The next morning, Wan Jingjing took on the tasks of guide and driver, and took the two parents on a tour of Beijing.

It was the weekend and there were many people at all the major tourist attractions.

Fortunately, Wan Jingjing made a lot of preparations the night before, calling people everywhere to book tickets and reserve passages, so that the four elders could have smooth access to the Forbidden City and other places.

Ying's father looked at the palaces that had already begun to be renovated and nodded with satisfaction, as if he were a leader coming to inspect.

"We're here to have fun today, so don't use those official words, don't put on airs, and don't let people think our family is so serious!"

Ying's mother gave her husband a gentle push, forcing him to swallow back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

Wan Jingjing looked back and asked, "Uncle, are you tired from walking?"

"No, no, Jingjing, you don't have to worry about us. You're driving and running around. Aren't you tired?" Ying's mother looked at Wan Jingjing eagerly, and the more she looked, the more satisfied she became.

Tiao Shunpan is a good match, and he and Ying Kui are partners, so the two must be a perfect match.

She only hopes that her son can find someone caring and have a companion for the rest of his life.

As for the children.

Wouldn’t it be better if they got a granddaughter for free?

With Ying Kui's personality, the thought of him becoming a father was disastrous for Ying's mother.

Beijing is not big, but not small either. It took most of the day just to visit some famous places. In the evening, Wan Jingjing took them to dinner without stopping.

There are many local snacks in Beijing, but they may not suit Ying's parents' tastes, so Wan Jingjing specially booked dinner at Changchun Garden.

It is said that the owner of Changchun Garden learned many royal recipes from the imperial kitchen.

It has its own characteristics without losing its class.

Wan Jingjing felt a little sorry that she couldn't book a private room.

"Uncle and aunt, time is running out, and there are only private rooms left. Please see..."

"You can eat wherever you sit, no need to be particular."

Ying's father was quite content with this. Not to mention the elegant seats, even in the most difficult times he had to squat on the roadside and eat steamed buns.

All the fathers and mothers looked at each other and put their hearts back in their stomachs.

After a day of getting along, they felt that the Ying family was easy to get along with. Although they were well-off, they were not arrogant.

As for those who are arrogant - let's not mention them.

After the elders sat down, Wan Jingjing asked about their dietary restrictions and went to the front desk to give them instructions, but she didn't expect to run into Peng Bo and Pang Meiting.

Pang Meiting had never eaten at a good restaurant in Beijing, so she used the excuse of being pregnant and craving food to drag Peng Bo out.

However, all places were very popular, except for Changchun Garden, where the owner had a good relationship with the Peng family and specially reserved seats for them.

Seeing Pang Meiting affectionately holding Peng Bo's arm, Wan Jingjing felt no emotion at all.

She has a clear understanding of the personalities of Peng Bo and Pang Meiting.

All that is left is blessings.

It’s best to lock him up for life and not let him harm others.

She turned around swiftly, but Peng Bo seemed to be crazy, pulling out his hand and catching up with Wan Jingjing in two steps.

"Wan Jingjing, stop!"

He grabbed Wan Jingjing's shoulders, exerted a little force, and forced her to stop. He asked impatiently, "Where's Nuannuan? The person who went on stage with you last time wasn't your student, but our Nuannuan, right? Where is she?!"

Warm.

Wan Jingjing felt nauseous and resolutely pushed hard to break free from Peng Bo's restraints.

Her face was frozen. "What are you crazy about?"

"I'm not crazy. Peng Nuan has seen her with my own eyes. Why have you been hiding this from me? I'm Nuan Nuan's biological father. You have no right to hide this from me!"

"Father? Are you worthy?"

What is coming will come, and Wan Jingjing was unwilling to hide the truth anymore, so she asked back sternly.

"Bloomberg, check your conscience. If your daughter were really here, how would you explain to her what you did?"

"Tell her that you didn't want to find her, so you brought someone else to replace her."

"You'd better tell her that even if you met her, you wouldn't recognize her at all."

"How dare you stand here and question me, claiming you're her father?! You know exactly what kind of person Peng Nuan is. I really don't agree with your Peng family's parenting methods. Do you think your daughter would be willing to acknowledge you and return to the Peng family?"

Two blue veins protruded from Wan Jingjing's slender neck.

After so many years, she finally spoke out these questions.

She looked at Pang Meiting with a meaningful look. Now that she was pregnant, could she really accommodate another child?

Wan Jingjing chuckled and said, "You adopted a child to satisfy your filial piety, and you asked me for your daughter because of your overflowing paternal love. If you had considered the child at all, you wouldn't have come to question me."

"Bloomberg, don't be so selfish!"

It was like a heavy hammer hitting Peng Bo's heart. He looked at Wan Jingjing's resolute eyes and his heart was completely confused.

I don’t know when it started, but Wan Jingjing no longer mentioned Peng Nuan’s name, as if that name had been completely given to another person.

This name is already dirty, and even if it is called out, it does not convey any warmth.