Zhou Meiling really wanted to give her mother-in-law a thumbs up; people like that should be firmly rejected.
She had come to completely hate Song Mingyuan's aunt.
Song Mingyuan squeezed Zhou Meiling's hand to comfort her.
Zhou Meiling quickly took her hand back. How could she be so unreserved in front of his parents?
Song Aiguo could tell that his son really liked his daughter-in-law, and he thought to himself that he was just like that when he was young.
Seeing the identical expressions on their faces, Song Wanwan stood up in anger.
"I'm full." After saying that, she pulled out her chair and left to go upstairs.
The bowl of rice remained untouched, sitting there quietly.
Zhao Susu felt she should explain to her daughter-in-law: "Meiling, your aunt has never married and has a somewhat eccentric personality. She won't be staying at home for very long, so please don't take it to heart."
For Mingyuan's sake, let's pretend nothing happened.
“Auntie, I’m not that petty. Don’t worry, I’m not angry,” Zhou Meiling replied solemnly.
Even if she felt uncomfortable, she wouldn't say it in front of them; she would only tell Song Mingyuan.
Because of my sister-in-law's meddling, no one enjoyed the meal very much. They only ate a little bit before the table was cleared.
Song Mingyuan thought for a moment and said to Zhou Meiling, who was looking at the clock, "Would you like to come to my room and take a look?"
Zhou Meiling had originally planned to say goodbye and leave after a while, but after hearing what he said, she didn't want to leave anymore.
"May I go up and take a look?" The tone was uncertain; who goes to their partner's room on their first visit?
"Go ahead!" Zhao Susu said with a smile without any hesitation.
Song Aiguo picked up the newspaper, listened for a moment, and then continued reading. He decided to let them handle it themselves; he didn't want to worry about it.
Zhou Meiling followed Song Mingyuan upstairs. He lived on the third floor so that he could have a quiet environment to study.
"Your house is so beautiful, the designer is amazing!"
"Yes, I think so too. To preserve the original design, we have to hire a craftsman to repair it every year. Do you know how old this house is?"
"Is it 50 years?" Zhou Meiling looked around and felt that 50 years was a bit short.
“It’s been over 100 years.” Song Mingyuan pushed open the door and went inside. “If it weren’t for the annual repairs, it wouldn’t have been preserved so well.”
Look at this room, what do you think? Isn't it a bit plain?
The room features a large bed, a study desk, a bookshelf, and two chairs.
"The things in the room are too simple."
“It’s different from your girls’ rooms. There’s nothing here but books. You can add whatever you want after we get married.” Song Mingyuan picked up the teapot on the table: “You stay here for a bit, I’ll go downstairs and get some hot water to make you some tea.”
"Hmm." Zhou Meiling watched him leave, then carefully examined the room. She finally looked at the bed, a solid wood bed with a European and American design. Sitting down gently, she felt it was quite comfortable. Thinking about its many years of history, she couldn't help but admire how practical the furniture was.
Song Mingyuan went downstairs to get a kettle of hot water, whistling happily.
At this moment, Zhao Susu walked in with a large red envelope in her hand: "Give this money to Meiling in a while. There is 101 yuan in it, which means one in a hundred."
I don't know what her family's customs are like, this is all I've prepared. If she's not satisfied with anything, please let me know.
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