Qin Lin looked He Tingjun up and down. The boy looked quite energetic and was barely worthy of his daughter.
He asked expressionlessly, "I heard from Yun Qiao that you are planning to get married?"
"Yes." He Tingjun's lips curled up slightly as he answered truthfully, "We originally planned to get the marriage certificate on Yunqiao's birthday, as that would have been more commemorative. However, due to an important task assigned to us at the last minute, the plan could not be carried out. However, my marriage report has been prepared and is awaiting review and approval by the leadership. As long as Yunqiao is willing, we can get the marriage certificate at any time."
"You can get the marriage certificate, but before that, are there any steps you've missed?" Qin Lin patted He Tingjun's shoulder gently and said earnestly, "Young man, I only have this one daughter, so I hope you can cherish her and treat her well. As parents, we don't seek anything, but marriage is the most important event in life, and the proper etiquette must be observed."
He Tingjun nodded seriously, "Uncle, don't worry, I understand. I will definitely not miss out on the proper etiquette."
He turned to face Yun Qiao, his eyes firm yet gentle, "I will prove to you with my actions that I will treat your daughter well, cherish her, and love her for the rest of my life."
Qin Lin was quite satisfied with He Tingjun's attitude. "That's good. You young people can discuss and handle yourselves."
After saying that, he turned and went into the house.
Yun Qiao also took He Tingjun to the east wing.
After entering the house, she glared at He Tingjun with a coquettish and complaining look, "It was so embarrassing just now. Why did you come up and hug me? You don't care if there is anyone at home."
He Tingjun explained in a low voice: "I'm sorry, it's my fault that I missed you so much and couldn't control myself for a moment."
As if he had done something wrong, he stood in front of Yun Qiao with his head down, looking like a big dog admitting its mistake.
Yun Qiao was not angry in the first place, but seeing him like this, her heart softened all of a sudden.
"I didn't say I blame you." Yun Qiao took the initiative to hug He Tingjun's waist.
He Tingjun dodged involuntarily and let out a slight breath.
Yun Qiao had a hunch: "Are you hurt?"
"No." He Tingjun denied it.
"Why are you hiding if you're not injured?" Yun Qiao had treated many wounds in her career, and she was very familiar with how an injured person would react when their wounds were touched.
Yun Qiao reached out to lift He Tingjun's clothes.
He Tingjun held down the hem of his clothes, "Don't... look ugly."
"Take your hands away." Yun Qiao insisted on looking.
He Tingjun had no choice but to let go.
Yun Qiao lifted up He Tingjun's shirt, revealing his strong muscles.
His muscles were smooth and powerful, with distinct textures, each one imbued with an endless sense of strength. Combined with his bronze skin, he possessed a beauty like a meticulous sculpture. However, this picturesque beauty was marred by the gauze bandage covering his right abdomen.
There was a hint of dark red on the white gauze, which was the blood oozing out of the wound.
Yun Qiao gently touched the gauze, his fingers trembling slightly: "How did this happen?"
"During nighttime swimming training, I didn't notice a trap on the shore and got caught accidentally. It's just a small wound, nothing serious." He Tingjun said it lightly, not wanting to make Yun Qiao worry.
He pulled off his clothes to cover the wound and changed the subject, "Before, I was only looking forward to getting married with you soon, and I didn't think of looking for a matchmaker to propose. Luckily, my uncle reminded me today, otherwise you would have been wronged."
This is He Tingjun’s first marriage and he has no experience.
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