Fu Heng looked at his son's icy face lying on the sofa opposite him, and sighed with a headache.

Neither he nor the mother of the child are cold-tempered people, so how come they had such an icy-faced son?

Could it be that he inherited it from his grandfather?

Thinking about how his grandfather had a stern face all day long when he was young and even scared the kids next door to tears, Fu Heng began to understand a little.

Well, the truth is out, the son really did inherit his old father's genes.

"Son, do you understand?" Fu Heng asked worriedly, looking at his son who was sitting opposite him with a serious face.

Fu Yanci frowned slightly, feeling very confused. Wasn't he coming home to get married? Why was he acting like he was going on a blind date?

Could it be that the women have some opinions?

"Dad, does the girl have any objections?" If that's the case, then the marriage is not going to happen.

He had no intention of getting married in the first place. If it weren't for fulfilling his grandfather's promise, he would definitely not have considered getting married.

Fu Heng was stunned for a moment, puzzled, "Why do you ask that?" He didn't know the specific situation on the woman's side.

However, he could tell from the phone that the Song family was very happy about this marriage.

Fu Yanci's angular face was tightly knitted. He pursed his thin lips and asked the question in his heart, "Aren't you here to get married? Why does it act like you're going on a blind date?" He thought that getting married was just meeting a woman, getting to know each other, and then getting a certificate.

Who knew it would be so troublesome!

Fu Heng was stunned for a moment, then looked at his son in confusion. Didn't he think that all he had just said was in vain?

Yes, you came back to get married, but this was the first time you met the girl from the village. To put it bluntly, it was no different from a blind date.

Besides, this is the first time you two meet, so don’t you have to leave a good impression on your wife?

"No, son, did you not hear what Dad just said or did you not understand?"

Fu Yanci raised his eyes and glanced at his father, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "I heard it and understood it." It's not that he has an IQ problem.

Fu Heng curled his lips. Yes, your IQ is fine, but your EQ is problematic! There is a problem!

"Now that you understand, just do as you say." Fu Heng felt a bit powerless, as if he had given up. He couldn't teach such a stupid student, so he decided to leave it to his daughter-in-law to train herself!

Fu Yanci opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Fu Heng raised his hand to stop him.

"Okay, pack up quickly and go pick up your wife." He reminded her again, "When you see your wife, don't look at her with that icy face of yours, as if someone owes you money. Don't let your wife think you have something against her. Remember to smile more. If you don't smile, your face will really be paralyzed. Also, remember to take the initiative to help your wife get things and care about her..."

Once he started talking, Fu Heng began to talk endlessly. There was nothing he could do because his son was too slow in terms of emotions. If he didn't give him some advice, he was afraid that he would scare away his daughter-in-law who he had brought from far away.

Fu Yanci frowned. It’s so troublesome to find a wife!

He didn't like to smile, so how could he smile at "her"? Thinking about it, he pulled the corner of his mouth tentatively, and just as the corner of his mouth cracked, he immediately retracted it.

Never mind. It's awkward. He should stop laughing, lest he scare "her."

Helping to carry things is not difficult. He is strong and can carry any number of things.

As for caring, how should he care? He didn't have much contact with female volunteers in his unit on weekdays, and he really didn't know how to get along with them.

With every extra word Fu Heng spoke, Fu Yanci's brows furrowed even more.

Seeing his son's face becoming increasingly cold, with his brows wrinkled to the point of being twisted, Fu Heng stopped talking with a sense of unfulfilled desire.

Forget it, it depends on his own luck!

He can't help.

Whether his wife likes him or not depends on his luck. He is tired, tired of his heart and tired of his mouth!

"Okay, go and pick it up." Fu Heng waved his hands weakly.

Fu Yanci responded and walked towards the door.

Fu Heng has a personal driver, and originally planned to let the driver pick up Bai Jie and the others, but Fu Yanci came back, and Fu Heng wanted his son to perform well in front of his daughter-in-law, so he gave the task of picking them up to Fu Yanci.

When Fu Yanci drove the jeep to the train station, Bai Jie had not arrived yet.

He parked the car and stood a few meters away from the exit, waiting quietly for Bai Jie and his group to come out.

He was tall and handsome, wearing a military uniform. He exuded an aura of keeping away from others. He stood there with his back straight, and immediately became the most eye-catching presence in the crowd, instantly attracting countless gazes.

Fu Yanci seemed not to feel the gazes on him. He stood like a sentry, with his back straight and his eyes fixed in the direction of the exit.

Unable to be seen, his hands were soaked with sweat as he hammered the seams of his pants.

It was at this moment that he began to feel a little nervous.

The old father's muttering like a curse appeared in my mind at the right time.

Fu Yanci attributed his unexplained nervousness to Fu Heng. If he hadn't been talking non-stop, he wouldn't have been nervous at this moment.

He must be nervous because of his old father's nagging.

I was thinking this in my heart, but I stared at the exit without blinking, afraid that if I glanced away, I would miss the person I was supposed to pick up.

…

As soon as the train entered the station, Bai Jie started packing. While putting things into her bag, she looked at Song Li who was sitting on the bed opposite her.

The little girl went to the toilet and came back different.

Even more exquisite than when she first saw her in the hospital.

Her little face is white and tender, her hair is combed neatly, and at this moment, she puts her hands on her knees, sitting obediently, and I like her no matter how I look at her.

I believe my son will like this daughter-in-law.

Bai Jie began to look forward to the first meeting between her son and daughter-in-law.

The train finally stopped, and Bai Jie took Song Li's arm and walked towards the door.

"Li Li, don't be in a hurry. Let's walk slowly. We can't open the wound on your leg any further."

Song Li nodded, "Got it, Auntie!"

Although the Song family accepted the betrothal gift from Bai Jie, her marriage to Fu Yanci was a done deal, but without getting the marriage certificate with Fu Yanci, Song Li still couldn't call Bai Jie "Mom".

Fortunately, Bai Jie didn't care and didn't correct Song Li's name along the way.

"I don't know if the words have been delivered yet?" Bai Jie said casually.

Song Li's eyelashes flickered, and her heart, which had been calm until now, began to feel a little nervous.

Along the way, the word she heard the most was Fu Yanci.

Probably to let her know more about Fu Yanci, Bai Jie talked a lot about Fu Yanci along the way.

Song Li was full of expectations for Fu Yanci.

Well, I really want to see him soon.

Song Li's steps inevitably quickened a little.

Bai Jie smiled without saying anything. She held Song Li's arm and followed Song Li's steps.