"It's okay. Anyway, my older brother didn't bring his girlfriend, and my second sister didn't bring her boyfriend. If I insisted on bringing you back to meet my parents, where would my older brother and second sister's face be?"
Yan Bo lay on the bed, his head resting on his arm, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, and Tong Xiaohuai's smiling face was projected onto the ceiling in his imagination.
"Does your older brother have a girlfriend?"
Tong Xiaohuai wasn't gossipy, but it was necessary to care about her future uncle—it's a matter of loving the house because of the people around it.
"Yes, but he hasn't officially brought her home to meet everyone. For someone like my older brother, if he really brings a girlfriend home, it means he's definitely going to marry her!"
"You mean, you're not the same as Brother Yan?" Tong Xiaohuai asked with a hint of dissatisfaction.
Yan Bo was in a great mood and did not panic because of Tong Xiaohuai's questioning. On the contrary, he was quite pleased with himself.
If he hadn't thought that way, he wouldn't have realized how important he was to Tong Xiaohuai.
"Of course I'm different from him!" Yan Bo admitted to Tong Xiaohuai's doubts as if he were courting death.
Then, before she could ask any more questions, he blurted out, "Even if I didn't bring you home, the moment I started pursuing you, I knew you were the one, and I wouldn't marry anyone else!"
There was silence on the phone. I don't know if she was moved by his words or if she was weighing the credibility of his words.
But from Yanbo's perspective, this is absolutely the truth.
Even if Tong Xiaohuai hadn't agreed to be his girlfriend, he would have done everything in his power to make her his woman.
This stubbornness is completely hidden from his gentle appearance. Only those who know him well will know what an unyielding heart lies beneath his deceptively gentle exterior.
There was silence on the other end of the phone, but Yan Bo could clearly hear Tong Xiaohuai's breathing.
He didn't rush her, but just listened quietly to her light and rhythmic breathing until he heard her exhale a long breath.
"Phew... Yanbo, I've discovered you're really good at sweet talk."
Yan Bo smiled slightly and said, "Really? Do you like hearing it? If you do, I'll tell you every day from now on."
Tong Xiaohuai coughed twice. "It must take a lot of experience to reach your level, right?"
Yan Bo seemed to smell a faint sour scent in the air. He smiled broadly, his eyes crinkling, but the words he uttered were filled with extreme grievance.
"Young lady, you're innocent! It's because the object of my affection is you that I learned it on my own!"
Tong Xiaohuai coughed even more violently.
Yanbo could even picture her blushing and flushed face as she coughed.
Ah, if only I could fly back to L City right now and hold her in my arms, the girl he had amused me with so much loveliness!
Just as Yan Bo was letting his imagination run wild, there was a soft knock on the door, followed by his older brother Yan Yuan's voice, "Xiao Bo, come out and have a chat."
Yanbo really wanted to play dead. To be honest, all he wanted to do right now was continue flirting with his lovely girlfriend and chatting with his family. He didn't want to do anything else.
But he also understood that he couldn't escape this matter!
"Xiao Huai, my parents are back from the banquet. I'm going to keep them company. You should get some sleep. I'll be back tomorrow and call you when I get there."
"Okay, what would you like for dinner? I've made a reservation and will be waiting for you."
The two said goodbye reluctantly, hung up the phone, and Yanbo rolled over in bed and got out of bed nimbly.
As soon as Yan's mother saw him come out in the living room, she immediately patted the spot next to her and said, "Xiao Bo, come sit here with Mom."
Yan Zhong sat on the other side of Yan Ma, while Yan Yuan and Yan Su sat on single sofas at opposite ends.
"Dad, Mom, eldest brother, second sister!"
After greeting his family, Yanbo obediently sat down next to his mother.
"Mom, you must have had a tough day, right?"
As soon as Yan Bo sat down, he placed his hand on his mother's shoulder and gently massaged it.
It is said that the youngest child in a family is usually particularly spoiled and willful, but Yanbo not only has no trace of being spoiled and willful, but is also much more considerate and attentive than his older brother and sister.
Therefore, Yan's mother actually cares about and loves her youngest son the most.
"It's not hard work. I have to attend these kinds of banquets every few days, so I'm used to it."
Yan's mother thoroughly enjoyed being served by her youngest son, relaxing her body and letting him massage her shoulders and back.
"Moreover, Jiajia stayed with me all night, and she helped me a lot."
Yan's mother's words were brief and to the point, without being too explicit.
However, someone as smart as Yanbo could easily understand his mother's hint.
"Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I've seen Jiajia. When I saw her this time, I realized that she has really grown up. She's become more beautiful and well-mannered. She's no longer the wild girl she used to be."
Yan Su is a diplomat who rarely goes home, even once a year. Compared to Yan Bo, she spends even less time at home with her parents and has almost no contact with family friends due to her work.
"Second sister, how many years has it been since you got together with your childhood friends? Jiajia has changed since she was sixteen or seventeen. She's two different people in front of others and behind their backs. She's good at pretending!"
In fact, the three young people present all know that, given their backgrounds, whether they are naive or innocent, once they reach their teens, they can only reveal their true selves to their family or friends. In public, who isn't a socially adept person who knows how to behave appropriately?
After all, the responsibility for the rise and fall of their respective families would soon fall on their shoulders.
"Isn't everyone the same?" Yan Su also deeply understood this.
However, she inherited Yan Zhong's personality, being cautious and aloof.
Of the three younger members of the Yan family, only Yan Bo seems to be a mutated species.
Of course, this mutation of his is only a superficial one; his inner essence is actually quite similar to that of his father.
It's just that his business ventures have smoothed out many of his rough edges.
"How about we invite Jiajia over for dinner tomorrow? She's been so kind of me today!"
When it comes to entertaining guests at home, it's always been Mrs. Yan who makes the decisions. Yan Zhong, this powerful figure who commands respect outside the home, usually doesn't concern himself with such matters.
But he was the first person to agree with Yan's mother's suggestion today. "That's right, Jiajia really worked hard today. Let's invite her over for dinner tomorrow night."
Before Yan Bo could object, his mother turned to him and instructed, "Ask Jiajia if she has time tomorrow night, and ask her what she likes to eat, so I can tell the kitchen to prepare."
Yanbo felt helpless about his parents' forced arrangement, but he simply wouldn't comply.
"Dad, Mom, I have a business meeting with a big client tomorrow afternoon, so I have to leave first thing tomorrow morning."
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