Chapter 429 Is she worthy of trust?

Song Chengran's eyes were fixed on her smile, and the light in his eyes seemed to be getting brighter and brighter.

Zhou Jiahui stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes, "Are you going to tell me or not? If not, I will go back..."

"Tell me, tell me! Wait a minute."

Song Chengran hurriedly opened the car door, rushed to the trunk, opened it with great effort, and took out a large bunch of roses from it.

He didn't know what had tripped him, and he stumbled towards Zhou Jiahui.

Zhou Jiahui stretched out her hand to support him, and also caught the roses.

Song Chengran steadied himself, swallowed twice nervously, and then asked, "Zhou Jiahui, are you willing to be my girlfriend?"

"I am willing."

Zhou Jiahui's eyes were full of smiles, "Please give me more advice in the future, boyfriend."

After that, she tiptoed and kissed Song Chengran's lips lightly.

Song Chengran was petrified instantly.

The tension in his eyes gradually melted away because of her willingness, her boyfriend status, and this kiss that was just right. His eyes were as bright as the summer sun, burning.

Zhou Jiahui smiled again.

She really liked this man.

"... Boyfriend, remember to pick me up for work tomorrow morning."

Zhou Jiahui turned and walked into the alley. Song Chengran watched her enter the alley and open the gate before getting in the car. He digested it in the car for a long time before driving away.

Not long after he left, Zhou's mother looked up from the second-floor window and met Zhou Jiahui's eyes.

Zhou Jiahui squatted down with a smile and hugged Zhou's mother's waist, "Mom, what do you think of him?"

"He is patient. You have tormented him a lot these days, right?"

Zhou's mother patted her daughter's hand and smiled softly, "You have to live with him. You can listen to my opinion or not. I only ask one question, do you think he is worthy of your trust?"

"...From the current perspective, he is the most trustworthy person among all the people I have met."

Zhou Jiahui thought about it carefully and gave what she thought was the most pertinent answer. "He... is very straightforward. He said that he doesn't know how to love, and he also said that he would work hard to learn. He really is working hard to learn. He always listens to my words, no matter how insignificant they are. He won't make the same mistake again next time. He knows what kind of food I like to eat and is willing to spend time cooking for me. He has already defeated many people, right..."

Zhou's mother nodded. "It's rare, but the things you have to face when you are in love are different from those when you are married. Are you mentally prepared?"

"I haven't thought about getting married yet. Mom, you know I don't like the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law."

Zhou Jiahui rubbed her head in her mother's arms, with sadness in the intimacy, "I don't want my child to suffer what I have suffered again. That kind of trauma will never heal in a lifetime..."

When she was a child, she thought that her grandmother was just a relative of the next generation, because she had never quarreled with her mother in front of her, so she simply thought that her grandmother treated her mother the same as she did her.

Who knew...

her grandmother not only looked down on her mother, but also made things difficult for her everywhere, and even hurt her mother.

Zhou's mother was helpless and distressed, "Adult matters have nothing to do with you children, you... why are you still digging into a dead end?"

Zhou Jiahui did not answer, closed her eyes and hugged Zhou's mother tighter.

Zhou's mother patted her daughter on the back and said, "Invite the boy to our house for dinner when you have time. It's a rare opportunity, so don't miss it. Besides, he is..."

There was a rustling sound in the house, and the mother and daughter stopped moving at the same time.

Zhou Jiahui stood up and looked at her mother, "I'll go and see..."

Zhou's mother nodded and reminded Zhou Jiahui, "Why don't you talk to the other party openly about your concerns, what if the boy has other ideas..."

"Well, don't worry about it, Mom, I know what I'm doing."

...

Song Chengran soon discovered the problem.

The reason was that he mentioned his mother and found that Zhou Jiahui did not respond. He did this once, twice, and by the third time, he realized that something was wrong. After thinking about it, he went to ask the theoretical master Li Doudou after sending his girlfriend home after work.

Li Shanhu understood immediately and explained to Song Chengran the situation of Zhou's mother and wife, as well as the messy relationships in the Zhou family. Song Chengran frowned after listening.

He murmured, "...How did she grow up to look like a little sun in such an environment?"

Li Shanhu didn't hear clearly, frowned, and hummed in confusion.

Song Chengran shook his head, "...You mean she is afraid of the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law? Worried about falling into the same situation as her mother?"

He pondered for a long time, looked at Li Shanhu, and said, "Doesn't she still trust me? Doesn't she feel safe with me?"

"..."

Li Shanhu opened her mouth, wanting to say something, smacked her lips, and guessed that it was really the case.

If Brother Chengran could make Zhou Jiahui feel that marrying him would be worry-free, then she probably wouldn't worry about the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

"Trust is something that can only be understood but not expressed in words. I can't teach you this. You have to figure it out yourself." Li Shanhu spread her hands.

Song Chengran nodded slowly.

Anyway, he has decided on her and will not marry anyone else.

She was worried about the relationship between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, most likely because she didn't know his mother, didn't know what kind of person she was in private, and was afraid that her mother would be like her grandmother, who was hypocritical.

How about letting them meet?

Zhou Jiahui subconsciously wanted to refuse, raised her eyes and saw the tension and worry in Song Chengran's eyes, paused, "Let me think about it."

When she got home, she talked about this with Zhou's mother, who meant to meet her.

"You can't have a lifelong relationship with him. Since you like each other, go and meet your future mother-in-law. If you think you can get along well, then settle the matter. If you think you can't get along well, then make other plans, okay?"

Knowing that her relationship with her mother-in-law was a shadow in her daughter's heart, a thorn that could not be removed, Zhou's mother didn't say anything like "I won't live with my mother-in-law anyway", but just let her daughter meet him first.

She thought that a woman who could raise her son so well, who knew how to respect people and put the other person's opinions first in everything, must be kind at heart.

"Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are natural enemies. Mom, do you really think Song Chengran's mother will get along well?" Zhou Jiahui was uneasy.

Zhou's mother smiled and clapped her hands, "There are not only me and your grandmother as a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in this world. There are mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationships like ours that we don't want to have anything to do with each other. Of course, there are also mothers-in-law who love their daughters-in-law as their own daughters. Didn't you say that Song Chengran is an only child? His mother probably wants to have a daughter..." Although

Zhou's mother knew that what she said was true, Zhou Jiahui's heart was still a little uncertain.

But the boyfriend and girlfriend relationship has been confirmed for so long, it is understandable that he asked to meet his parents...

Zhou Jiahui made up her mind, just meet him, anyway, it's better to die sooner than later.

"Since you want to meet the parents, just meet them. I'll tell him tomorrow that he will come to our house first and then go to their house to adapt for a while. If it works, it's fine. If not, we can break up!"

Seeing that she looked ready to die, Zhou's mother smiled and shook her head.

She glanced at the bedroom and reminded Zhou Jiahui, "If you want him to come, let him come. We don't mind."

Zhou Jiahui followed her mother's line of sight and slapped her forehead.

"I forgot about Zhou Zhou. Forget it. I'll go to their house first. In case it's not suitable..."

Before she finished her words, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open, and a soft and glutinous little dumpling came out. He looked about three or four years old, rubbing his eyes and calling for help.

"Mommy..."