Hearing this, An Mujia awkwardly touched her nose: "Dad, it's just that my time hasn't come yet."
Before he could finish speaking, An Shiquan exploded: "What nonsense about fate! Don't try to fool me with this rubbish. I'm asking you, did you go to any of those blind dates I arranged for you?"
An Mujia nodded honestly: "I'm going."
Upon hearing this, An Shiquan's expression immediately softened: "Have you found anyone you like?"
An Mujia honestly shook her head: "No."
"No?"
"Um."
An Mujia pursed her lips and said, "They are too ugly."
An Shiquan's eyes widened in anger: "Ugly? Any of the girls I arranged blind dates for you were more than a match for you. They didn't complain about your age, and you complain about their looks? An Mujia, are you blind?!"
Still furious, he grabbed a teacup from the coffee table and smashed it hard at An Mujia.
Upon seeing this, An Mujia's brow twitched. He reached out and took the cup directly: "Dad, this is an antique I found at the antique market a few days ago. This one cup alone costs 190,000."
"190,000???"
An Shiquan was furious when he heard this: "That thing is obviously a fake, and you actually spent 190,000 to buy it. I think you're blind!"
An Mujia chuckled awkwardly, placed the cup in his hand on the table beside him, looked at An Shiquan, and spoke earnestly.
“Dad, you just said it yourself, I’m already so old, why should I go on blind dates or get married? Why should I go around ruining young girls? If others see this, they’ll definitely say I’m disrespectful to my elders.”
An Shiquan: "Let them say what they want, I don't care!"
"But I care."
An Mujia said, "Dad, I don't want to climb any higher at my age, but some people want to drag me down. Dad, it wasn't easy for me to get to where I am now."
An Shiquan frowned after hearing this and obediently sat down on the sofa, but he was still muttering to himself.
"If you don't want to get married, fine, but at least you should leave yourself an heir."
An Mujia heard everything clearly.
With a helpless sigh, An Mujia sat down opposite An Shiquan, radiating loneliness, her lips moving slightly as if she were talking to herself.
"Maybe I'm destined to be alone for the rest of my life."
As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp pain shot through his head, followed by a bright and cheerful smile flashing through his mind.
...
When Nangong Yu returned home that evening, Song Yuli was already asleep on the sofa in the living room, and the food on the dining table not far away had gone cold.
Nangong Yu took off his coat, looked at the sleeping Song Yuli, and then at the somewhat messy kitchen, feeling extremely satisfied.
It turned out that the food on the table was prepared by Song Yuli, who had been waiting for her.
Approaching Song Yuli's side, Nangong Yu bent down and gently kissed her forehead. Just as he was about to carry Song Yuli upstairs, she woke up.
Smelling the familiar scent of male hormones, Song Yuli mumbled sleepily, "You're back."
"Um."
Nangong Yu helped Song Yuli up from the sofa. Seeing that she was dazed and wanted to walk around the living room barefoot, he had no choice but to squat down and help Song Yuli put on slippers.
The moment Nangong Yu's large hand grasped Song Yuli's feet, Song Yuli regained consciousness.
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