Old Man Ji: ...
Well, how should I put it?
For the first time, this big man who had lived for over forty years felt how cold the winter in Northeast China was.
It even drizzled a little that day.
Oh~ the cold, icy rain is blowing wildly across my face~
“A whole week is enough to digest,” said Mrs. Ji.
Old Man Ji: ...
He glanced again at that brat surnamed Lu.
The brat smiled back at him.
And his daughter beside him... she didn't even look at him!
"Alright, Xiao Lu, have Qing Qian take you to your room to put your luggage down. You can come out to eat with us later."
Mrs. Ji said with a smile, "We won't start cooking at home until tomorrow, which is New Year's Eve. The cook is on holiday today, so please make do and come out to eat with us. Don't mind."
Lu Yibei had previously heard his girlfriend say that her parents were rarely home and she didn't know how to cook.
So when I was in high school, my family employed a cook.
She went to Jiangnan, but the nanny was not fired. Every ten days or so, she would be asked to come back and tidy up the room to prevent it from getting dusty.
"Okay." Lu Yibei smiled.
Ji Qingqian had already rushed to push his suitcase.
Lu Yibei followed behind her.
This seemingly aloof school beauty has a more girlish feel at home, less cold and glamorous, but more bright and playful.
"You'll sleep here," Ji Qingqian said, pushing open a door.
Lu Yibei followed him inside.
As soon as the two entered the house, Mrs. Ji's face, which had been smiling slightly, immediately turned stern.
Her indifferent demeanor is truly remarkable; she is indeed worthy of being Ji Qingqian's mother.
She glanced at her husband:
"What are you trying to do with that long face?"
Old Man Ji remained silent: "...I didn't."
But under Mrs. Ji's indifferent sidelong glance, he couldn't help but complain:
"You have no idea, at the airport, that brat hugged our daughter the moment he saw her. Did he even have eyes for me?!"
Mrs. Ji looked at her husband's resentful expression as he pointed at the door leading the young couple into the house.
She asked a soul-searching question: "Are you sure Xiao Lu recognized you back then?"
Old Man Ji: ...
"Does that person know who you are?"
As Mrs. Ji continued, she added, "Besides, even if he recognized you, he still hugged our daughter tightly. Doesn't that prove that he missed our daughter terribly after only a few days apart? He was so worried that he wasn't even afraid of you anymore. Doesn't that prove that Xiao Lu's feelings are genuine?"
Old Man Ji: ...
"Unlike some guys, who panicked terribly and tried to pull away when their girlfriend tried to hold their hand in front of their future father-in-law."
Mrs. Ji narrowed her eyes, then suddenly chuckled, asking with a hint of mischief, "Can you guess who I'm talking about?"
Old Man Ji fell silent again. He didn't answer, but continued to nitpick:
"This brat is incredibly audacious to choose the most important holiday of the year, Chinese New Year, for his first visit!"
“Isn’t that our daughter calling him to come at this time? Speaking of which, someone’s girlfriend also asked him to come home for the New Year, but he was too nervous to go. He only dared to visit on the Lantern Festival… Hmm? Who is this?” Mrs. Ji peeked out to ask her husband.
Old Man Ji: ...
Men sometimes find themselves powerless.
"So, you're saying that brat is good at everything? Am I really inferior to him in every way?!"
Men are sometimes like that.
From childhood, when we competed to see who could pee the farthest, the competition with others has been ongoing.
Old Man Ji thought about it again.
No wonder he hates this brat so much.
So this brat dared to do something he himself wouldn't have dared to back then!
It's absolutely impossible for me to admit that I'm a coward.
Well, we can only blame this brat for being so bold.
Mrs. Ji looked at her husband, scrutinizing him from head to toe.
But he didn't say a word.
Old Man Ji has almost seen through my defenses.
Only then did Mrs. Ji speak:
"Well, he's barely a little more handsome than Xiao Lu..."
"Handsome? Can a man's good looks put food on the table?"
Women are so superficial; they only care about appearances!
Old Man Ji was even angrier.
His lips curled up uncontrollably with anger.
Only through comparison can one gain true knowledge. If it were said that Old Man Ji was more handsome than a sleazy man, he wouldn't have such an expression.
—Isn't that normal? Do you need to tell me!
But compared to that brat surnamed Lu…
I have to say, that kid's looks are definitely on par with his!
"--then."
After Mrs. Ji finished adding the details, Mr. Ji's upturned lips also turned down slightly:
"...Not now?"
"Now?"
Mrs. Ji smiled gently and comforted her, "Youth is just something that can't be retained."
She glanced at Old Man Ji's bald head again.
"...It's not just youth that can't be held onto, my old Ji~~"
As she spoke, she reached out and patted Old Man Ji's sparsely shaped head: "You were really beautiful before, and you're still really radiant now."
…
After being led into the room by Ji Qingqian, Lu Yibei exclaimed, "Your guest room is quite big!"
"…hey-hey."
Ji Qingqian smiled strangely.
Then Lu Yibei heard a click, as if the former had locked the door.
Lu Yibei was taken aback: "Heroine, what do you want to do?"
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