"In short, I have no problem with you two dating, but you need to maintain a certain distance, you understand?"
Seeing Wen Mo's silly look, Wen Yiquan knew that the kid had no good intentions, so he didn't dwell on the matter, but he still had a strange feeling in his heart.
They should have realized this on the very first day Xia Lian moved in.
To put it another way, he actually didn't really agree with the two of them being together. After all, given their relationship, it seemed strange no matter how you looked at it. But now it seemed too late to regret it, so he could only go along with his son's wishes and continue living together.
"Judging from what you said earlier, are you really planning to elope with her?" Wen Yiquan sat on the other side of the bed and threw out a question without turning his head.
Upon hearing this, Wen Mo shook his head and forced a smile. "No, actually I was just lying to you. I just wanted you to agree to our relationship."
Elopement? What chance would that have? They're both still students, penniless and unemployed. Where could they possibly elope to? At best, they could find a small town, rent a room, and work.
After a moment of silence, Wen Yiquan asked, "Are you lying to me?"
"I didn't completely lie, after all, eloping is quite difficult. If you could get approval, you wouldn't need to elope." Wen Mo spoke his mind, his smile widening.
"What if I still disagree?" Wen Yiquan said in a calm and casual tone, which made Wen Mo raise an eyebrow.
"Then don't blame me for being impolite."
Wen Yiquan chuckled, crossed his arms, and glanced at him. "What do you want?"
"I'll kneel down and beg you until you agree." Wen Mo said earnestly.
"..."
Wen Yiquan did not reply, his lips trembling slightly.
Damn it, how can he make such lame lines sound so cool?!
Moreover, this statement surprised the middle-aged man, because he had never seen his son bow his head; the boy had always been the most competitive one.
"You seem to have changed a bit," Wen Yiquan remarked.
"Because I want to be with her openly and honestly."
"Your relationship alone can hardly be considered aboveboard, can it?!"
Wen Mo was a little embarrassed, but he still pretended to be calm and moved closer to his father.
After thinking for a while, he voiced his concerns, a hint of anxiety in his eyes, "Father, don't be prejudiced against Xiaolian. That girl is very sensitive. If you have anything to say or anything to say, just say it to me."
"In your eyes, I'm a villain, right?"
Wen Yiquan made a sarcastic remark, but seeing his son's sincere expression, he slowly explained, "I'm not that old-fashioned, but this thing is just too avant-garde, so I just can't accept it for a while."
"Dad, you can accept it slowly. I will have a good talk with Xiaolian before that."
Looking into his incredibly clear eyes, Wen Yiquan sighed, "You can't let your grades fall behind either. You're about to take the college entrance exam, so you can't be careless."
At first, I was quite relieved that this kid was living alone, but actually I still felt a little guilty towards him.
As a child, Wenmo was quite cheerful and had excellent grades. He would always bring home his outstanding report card to show himself, as if he wanted to receive praise.
Unfortunately, the company had just started the project at that time, and Wen Yiquan was very busy with work, working himself to the bone every day, so he neglected to respond to his son.
Gradually, the two spoke less and less, and their father-son relationship became as distant as water, until the day Wenmo moved out.
I've forgotten when was the last time we had a heart-to-heart talk.
"What do you plan to do in the future? Just keep making do with her like this?"
"I'll decide slowly and plan everything for the future. Our biggest advantage right now is our youth; we have plenty of time to squander. There's a future to live." After thinking for a while, Wen Mo revealed all his thoughts.
"……OK."
Wen Yiquan leaned back onto his bed, his spine making a creaking sound, a result of prolonged sitting.
"Your bed is quite comfortable."
"Of course, I need it for sleeping."
"No wonder that girl came to sleep with you."
"...Can we not talk about this?"
...
In the living room outside the room, Xia Lian sat beside her aunt, chatting with her, her little hand tightly held in her aunt's hand.
She could sense that her aunt liked her very much, and Xia Lian liked her very much too, because her aunt was very beautiful and always had a familiar fragrance, like the special fragrance that every mother has.
"Xiao Lian, if you feel uncomfortable when you're with Xiao Mo, just tell your aunt. Don't be shy, this is our own home!" Su Juan ignored the father and son in the room and turned to talk earnestly with Xia Lian about their life.
"No, I'm not uncomfortable... I feel very comfortable with Wen Mo." Xia Lian shook her head.
"You're just too honest. It's easy for people to bully you like that. If there's anything you're not used to, just say it. Your aunt and uncle are here behind you, don't be afraid." Su Juan rubbed her little head and buried her in her arms.
This familiar feeling reminded her of the time when she had just given birth to Wenmo. Wenmo was quite cute when she was little, but she seemed like a different person after she grew up, and she was always acting out.
However, having another daughter feels good too.
Su Juan gave a few more instructions and took out a few red bills from her bag and stuffed them into Xia Lian's pocket. Just as she was about to continue talking, the door to the room creaked open, and the father and son had already finished their conversation.
Wen Mo looked relaxed, while his old man frowned slightly, indicating that they had discussed something important inside.
"You're out? You two were hibernating in there, weren't you? You've been chatting for so long." Su Juan rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"I talked to him about some things." Wen Yiquan pushed up his glasses and prepared to leave with Su Juan.
"Aren't you going to eat dinner?"
"We'll eat out for dinner, you two don't need to see us off." Wen Yiquan put on his shoes, then suddenly remembered something, took out a few red bills from his bag, smiled at Xia Lian, and said, "Xiao Lian, these are for you. Take them and buy some clothes or snacks."
"Come visit our area more often when you have time, and have a meal with us!" Su Juan said with a smile.
Before Xia Lian could refuse, the two of them rushed downstairs, leaving only a few red bills scattered in their hands.
"Take care on the way!" Wen Mo called out towards the stairwell, then closed the door, turned around, smiled, and hugged Xia Lian tightly, spinning her around twice.
The kid is very happy now.
"What's wrong, Wen Mo?" Xia Lian asked, puzzled, but still reached out to hug him back.
When the spinning ended, Wen Mo was about to explain, but then he thought again and gave her a mischievous smile, pretending to be in pain as he patted her shoulder.
“I talked to my dad, but he didn’t agree, so we’re going to elope.”
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