Chapter 98 "Meeting my boyfriend's parents for the first time, I'm a little nervous."
Yueyuan Garden.
The vehicle drove through the dark bronze gate and slowly came to a stop.
Zhu Fan's left hand, which was being held by Fang Qizhou, was slightly sweaty.
She looked up at the lintel above the door, where the elegant, slender gold script of the characters "Yueyuan" was engraved on the blue stone plaque.
Upon entering, one can immediately feel the tranquility of being isolated from the world.
She looked around at the building, which blended modern minimalism with traditional Chinese courtyard style.
This affluent neighborhood, where land is incredibly valuable, is quiet, independent, and offers exceptional privacy.
Fang Qizhou didn't rush to get out of the car. He took Zhu Fan's hand and placed it on his lap, gently wiping her slightly damp palm with the cotton fabric of his trousers.
"So nervous?"
With his other hand, he casually took out the glasses from the glasses case.
Zhu Fan watched as his long, pale fingers casually hooked his glasses, a lazy smile playing on his lips. He pointed to himself and said, "It's my first time meeting my boyfriend's parents. I'm a little nervous."
When his parents were mentioned, Fang Qizhou turned off the car, and the smile on his lips faded slightly.
He wasn't looking forward to the meal.
Despite his estranged relationship with his parents, he still wanted to bring Zhu Fan on this trip—Zhu Fan was the person he had chosen, and he didn't want to miss any of the proper ceremonies.
Fang Qizhou wearing glasses made Zhu Fan momentarily lose her composure, even forgetting most of her nervousness.
The gold-rimmed glasses softened the sharpness between his brows, and his slightly upturned eyes exuded a touch of charm. When he lowered his head, his stray hairs fell down, revealing a rare gentleness in the dim light inside the car. Beneath his refined and austere demeanor, his deep eyes remained like an unfathomable, icy pool.
Zhu Fan stared at Fang Qizhou's face for quite a while.
It's so beautiful.
She just doesn't seem to be in a good mood.
She knew that Fang Qizhou didn't get along with his family.
Fang Qizhou thought Zhu Fan didn't like him wearing glasses, and when he thought of his parents waiting for them to come over for dinner, a cold irritation surfaced in his eyes.
He reached out to take off his glasses—
Zhu Fan beat him to it, pinching his long, slender, pale fingers, and curving her eyes: "Fang Qizhou, this is the first time I've seen you wear glasses. Don't take them off. If you smile, you'll definitely charm me to death."
The girl had a soft, clear voice and exceptionally bright red lips.
Every word struck his heart with a gentle touch.
Fang Qizhou lowered his head, kissed her palm, and smiled at her.
Zhu Fan smiled, her eyes crinkling. She released his hand, placed her right hand against her heart, and, in Fang Qizhou's gaze, made a heart-shaped gesture with both hands towards him.
Fang Qizhou bent down to unbuckle her seatbelt, the coldness in his eyes fading slightly: "This meal might not be pleasant."
He never expected to feel any warmth in this home.
But today, Zhu Fan is by my side.
"We'll leave after we finish eating." He lightly brushed his lips against her brow. "We won't stay too long."
Luo Shuixin's condition has never been stable.
He has never finished a meal with his parents at the dinner table.
He was unwilling to act out a heartwarming family drama.
He was unwilling, but Fang Qibai was.
Therefore, he was even more disgusted with eating at the same table with his so-called family.
Zhu Fan touched the forehead where Fang Qizhou had brushed against her.
It's a little itchy.
She nodded to Fang Qizhou.
Zhu Fan smoothed the wrinkles between his brows. "We haven't even eaten yet, don't jump to conclusions so quickly. I'm glad you're bringing me to meet your parents. This way, I can get to know you better and know that you place a very important place in my heart."
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When her son parked the car in the yard, Fang Zeheng, wearing an apron, eagerly came out of the house to greet him.
Luo Shuixin followed behind him, looking expectantly into the courtyard.
Seeing her son and the little girl holding a beautiful bouquet, she ran barefoot to them.
Fang Zeheng smiled at his lover with doting affection.
He greeted Zhu Fan gently and kindly.
Fang's father, who usually holds a high position of power and is a force to be reckoned with in the business world, is now just an ordinary father who is looking forward to his son bringing his girlfriend over for dinner.
Zhu Fan greeted people politely, and when she met Aunt Luo's gaze, she handed the bouquet of flowers she had brought to Aunt Luo.
She chose a bouquet of red carnations.
Luo Shuixin took the flowers, burying most of her face in the blossoms.
The woman's ethereal and exquisite beauty made even the flowers she held in her arms pale in comparison.
Fang Zeheng hadn't seen his lover smile so happily in a long time.
Luo Shuixin tilted her head slightly, her eyes glistening with moisture. It was hard to tell whether it was from the dewdrops on the flowers or from her tears.
"The flowers are so beautiful," she murmured.
Zhu Fan took out a tissue from her bag and handed it to Aunt Luo, saying, "I'm glad you like it."
Luo Shuixin saw the tissue she was offered and raised her hand to touch her damp cheek.
She brought her cheek close to the little girl's face, "You wipe it for me."
Zhu Fan held the tissue and nodded with a smile.
Fang Zeheng looked at his son, who showed no impatience and stood quietly watching the scene with the little girl in his hand, and laughed heartily.
He took the tissue from the little girl's hand and said, "I'll take it."
Fang Zeheng was genuinely happy.
He could sense that his son's good temper at this moment was all because of the little girl in front of him.
When you like someone, your eyes will unconsciously focus only on that person.
At that moment, their son's gaze was not on them.
He's already very happy that his son is willing to bring his girlfriend home.
Fang Zeheng gently embraced his wife, who kept staring at the little girl and son, unable to get enough of them, and reminded her, "Shuixin, let's let the children go in first. Dinner is ready. We can eat and chat."
Luo Shuixin, holding a bouquet of flowers, followed her husband inside, smiling happily.
The aunt has already set out the meal.
Fang Zeheng took off his apron and handed it to the aunt.
The aunt smiled and pointed to the large table of dishes, "Mr. Fang has been busy preparing this table of dishes all afternoon."
Zhu Fan sniffed.
A large table of dishes, all beautifully presented and delicious.
It looks delicious.
Fang Zeheng looked at his son and the little girl, and poured juice for them personally. "It's been a long time since I've cooked. Come sit down and eat."
Luo Shuixin sat opposite the little girl and her son, holding flowers, without touching her chopsticks, and smiled gently: "Qi Bai, Xiao Fan, Mom has been waiting for you to come all day."
Upon hearing Qi Bai's name, Zhu Fan paused slightly in her grip on her chopsticks.
Only then did it dawn on me why Fang Qizhou was wearing glasses.
He appeared before his mother as Fang Qibai.
Fang Qizhou lowered his head to serve her food, taking Luo Shuixin's address for granted.
He put down his chopsticks and looked at Luo Shuixin. "Put down the flowers and eat."
The boy's cold voice made Luo Shuixin obediently put down the flowers and pick up her chopsticks: "Qi Bai, you were so cold to Mom today."
Luo Shuixin's beauty is tinged with illness and fragility.
She pointed to the okra and egg rolls on the plate, "Mom wants to eat this."
Fang Zeheng picked up a piece of okra and egg roll for his lover.
Luo Shuixin covered her bowl, "I don't want you to put any more food on my plate, I want Qi Bai to put some on my plate."
She only started eating happily when she saw that her son had put the food she wanted on his plate.
At the dinner table, Fang Zeheng tried hard to find topics to talk about, hoping to chat more with the little girl and his son.
Zhu Fan noticed this cautious concern.
Uncle Fang kept urging them to eat more, but he himself barely touched his chopsticks.
She used serving chopsticks to put food on Uncle Fang's plate, saying, "Uncle Fang's cooking is really good; these dishes are all delicious. Please have some too."
Fang Zeheng smiled gently, "Xiao Fan, eat more if you like."
He specifically asked his son what the little girl liked to eat.
This entire table of food is prepared according to the young girl's tastes.
He had imagined this scene of a family eating together for many years.
He wished that dinner would pass more slowly.
Fang Qizhou glanced at the pile of food in his father's bowl, then pushed his empty bowl toward Zhu Fan.
Luo Shuixin had been keeping an eye on the little girl and her son. She quickly used her chopsticks to pick up a large piece of steamed sea bass for her son.
She felt a little disappointed when she saw that her son wasn't eating.
She remembered that this was her son's favorite dish.
The air became quiet for a moment.
Zhu Fan noticed Aunt Luo's disappointment and gently tugged at Fang Qizhou's clothes.
Fang Qizhou picked up a piece of fish and ate it in a few bites.
Seeing that her son was willing to eat the food she had picked for him, Luo Shuixin started to keep putting food on his plate.
Although Fang Qizhou's expression was indifferent, he did not stop eating with his chopsticks.
Fang Zeheng looked at his wife and son, his eyes slightly reddening as he smiled.
After the meal, Fang Zeheng personally brewed tea for his son and the little girl to drink to aid digestion.
While his aunt was washing dishes in the kitchen, Fang Zeheng remembered the gift he had prepared in the study and said with a smile that he would go upstairs for a bit.
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