There wasn't enough wine, but the food was plentiful.
After finishing his meal, Lu Yibei felt sleepy.
Ji Qing glanced at her yawning boyfriend.
He's acting like this even without drinking.
What if they drank alcohol?
Since Old Man Ji hadn't been drinking, he ended up driving.
"Is Xiao Lu sleepy?" asked Ji's mother.
"Yeah, a little... I didn't sleep well last night," Lu Yibei answered quite honestly.
"Then let's not play anymore when we get back, let's go to sleep first," said Mrs. Ji.
“Okay,” Lu Yibei said.
"Qingqian, don't drag Xiaolu to stay up all night. It's one thing for you to not distinguish between day and night, but don't lead Xiaolu astray," Ji's mother instructed again.
Ji Qingqian did not answer.
She glared at her boyfriend, her gaze filled with displeasure.
—How did I corrupt you?
Lu Yibei was tired and just smiled.
Looking at her boyfriend's smile, Ji Qingqian's feigned dissatisfaction vanished, and she pursed her lips and smiled gently as well.
Even if he led people astray, it was all of Ah Bei's own choice.
"After we take you back, we won't go upstairs. We'll come back tomorrow afternoon to have New Year's Eve dinner together," said Mrs. Ji.
She noticed her husband's eyebrows twitch slightly after hearing those words.
She gently admonished him: "Drive carefully."
“…”
Old Man Ji remained silent.
Lu Yibei was about to say yes, but quickly realized what was going on.
"...Auntie and Uncle, aren't you sleeping here?"
"You've slept in all the guest rooms, where are we supposed to sleep?" Mrs. Ji teased.
Lu Yibei: ...
This was something he hadn't expected.
But it's not surprising, who would have thought that a 200-square-meter apartment would have two rooms?
"That house belongs to Qingqian; she usually lives alone."
Aunt Ji said, "Qingqian should have told you that your Uncle Ji and I usually do business in the north and can't come back to Harbin more than a few times a year. Qingqian doesn't like to have useless beds at home, so when we were decorating and buying furniture, we only partitioned off two bedrooms."
"Where will you sleep with your uncle?" Lu Yibei asked.
"Just pick any hotel, there are plenty of hotels in Harbin," Aunt Ji said matter-of-factly.
Lu Yibei's silence was deafening.
Hugging his daughter in front of her father is one thing.
Unexpectedly, upon his arrival, he immediately deported the two elderly people from the country.
Then it wouldn't be unreasonable for Old Man Ji to make things difficult for him; he could even beat him into a vegetable!
Lu Yibei hesitated again and again:
"...Shall I stay at a hotel?"
"Abei."
Ji Qingqian gently tugged at her boyfriend's hand, but Lu Yibei felt that no amount of persuasion would work—he really wanted to live a couple more years. But what Ji Qingqian said was:
Are you so sleepy you're going crazy?
"…Um?"
“How could they stay in a hotel? They have their own place to live, which is bigger than my house,” Ji Qingqian said.
Lu Yibei: ...
Lu Yibei had always heard his girlfriend say "my home, my home," and he always thought she was referring to the place where Ji's father, mother, and daughter lived together.
ah?
Is this really "your home"?
No wonder when he was playing games with Ji Qingqian at home, he would often get ambiguous answers like "They should be here" when he asked her, "Are your parents home?" and he had never heard from them.
So, the relationship is taking place in their own home?
Is "your home" really just "your home"?
Aunt Ji chuckled and said:
"Xiao Lu, Auntie was just joking with you. You're quite honest."
Lu Yibei: ...
He didn't want to be honest, but he really didn't expect it.
Thank goodness.
Lu Yibei comforted himself in his heart.
Luckily, I met that loser Xu Che first.
Otherwise, I would really be shocked by such extravagant wealth.
—The pink light above Chebao's head is my faith in this life.
"Ah Bei~"
Ji Qingqian narrowed her eyes, leaned closer suspiciously, and carefully studied her boyfriend's micro-expressions: "Who... are you thinking about?"
"without."
Lu Yibei immediately sat up straight.
…
After being delivered into the residential area.
Mr. Ji and Mrs. Ji then drove away.
The cold wind blowing through the neighborhood made Lu Yibei shiver, and he quickly pulled up the hood of his down jacket.
The temperature constantly reminded him that he was in Northeast China.
The wind felt like a knife.
But the girl beside him, with a faint smile on her face even as they walked together in the cold wind, was constantly reminding him of this.
You came to the right place.
"Abei."
"Um?"
"Is my dad being too hard on you?"
Faced with the girl's question, Lu Yibei shook his head frankly: "No."
Ji Qingqian squinted her feline-like eyes and wrinkled her cute nose:
"Don't try to tough it out."
Lu Yibei laughed: "Really not."
"Look how nervous you were when you saw my dad. He's not here right now, so you can go ahead and tattle on me."
Ji Qingqian said, "I'll have my mom teach him a lesson."
Lu Yibei thought for a moment, then said softly:
"No, Uncle is a good father."
“I won’t pass on the matter of flattery,” Ji Qingqian said, clinging to Lu Yibei’s arm.
"Honestly, and they've been really good to me."
Lu Yibei smiled sincerely and said, "He's a very kind elder. There aren't many people better than him."
…
"No, Ah Huan, you really think our daughter is living with that brat?!"
Ji Xingyang kept nagging at his wife, Xiang Qiuhuan.
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