The two arrived home.
Xiang Qiuhuan had just taken off her coat and was about to change into more comfortable pajamas.
She pursed her lips and looked at her husband, who still seemed to be going along with the flow.
"I won't agree!" Ji Xingyang crossed his arms and plopped down on the sofa.
"Why didn't you say so earlier? Why did you have to wait until you got back to tell me?" Xiang Qiuhuan asked.
“…That’s because I was afraid you’d get angry,” Ji Xingyang said sullenly.
"Aren't you afraid now?" Xiang Qiuhuan asked again.
Ji Xingyang: ...
I'm still a little scared.
But now even if I get angry and get scolded, at least I won't lose face in front of the younger generation.
“Get to the point—even if you get angry, I have to say it,” Ji Xingyang said.
Xiang Qiuhuan then told him something:
"What's the use of whether you agree or not? Don't you know your daughter's personality? Besides, they've been dating for half a year. Even if you don't agree, they're still dating, aren't they?"
Ji Xingyang: "...Isn't that because you didn't tell me?"
Xiang Qiuhuan then sat down next to her husband and said:
There are only two possible outcomes.
Ji Xingyang looked at the two fingers his wife held up.
"…Um?"
"First, with your knowledge, Qingqian and Xiaolu had an open and aboveboard conversation."
Xiang Qiuhuan said, "Secondly, Qingqian and Xiao Lu were secretly dating without telling you—Xiao Lu hasn't even graduated from university yet, so at least he could have kept it a secret from Qingqian for two or three years. But he still forced himself to come see us. Isn't that better? Do you still think it would have been better for him to keep it from you?"
Ji Xingyang remained silent for a moment.
…Why does that make some sense?
"Do you think you can break up with Xiao Lu just because you disagree with Qing Qian?"
As Xiang Qiuhuan spoke, she suddenly smiled and said, "Even though my dad didn't approve of us being together, I didn't break up with you. You were so moved back then that you cried your eyes out and said you would marry no one but me in this life. What? You're not satisfied that your daughter looks like me?"
To save face, Ji Xingyang could only mutter to himself:
"That's not the same!"
“How is it different? Listen to me, there’s nothing new under the sun. It’s good that Xiao Lu is here. We can also see what he’s like. I think he’s a pretty good person,” Xiang Qiuhuan said.
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