"Thank you, Minister Hong. I will certainly live up to your expectations!"
Encouraged by the minister, Wang Yueheng glanced at the certificate in the minister's hand again and responded confidently.
At the same time.
Ganshikou Residential Area, located in Xicheng District of Beijing, next to Diaoyutai State Guesthouse.
In the spacious and bright hall.
At this moment, Mo Zixue's mother, Ying Wanlin, was sitting on the sofa with her husband, Mo Weijiang.
The two of them stared intently at the live broadcast on CCTV-1 of the gala celebrating the donation of cultural relics from the United Kingdom.
When Wang Yueheng, having finished his performance, appeared at the autograph table.
Despite having already heard rumors, Mo Weijiang and his wife still instinctively sat up straight, their faces showing excitement.
Their tightly clasped hands trembled slightly.
It's like watching your own child stand on a world-class podium.
This kind of honor is even more pride-inducing than winning the world championship!
"That's wonderful! That's wonderful! Wang Yueheng has now brought honor to his family!"
"Wei Jiang, our daughter is so lucky to have found a boyfriend like Yue Heng..."
"When Yue Heng comes to our house again, I will definitely cook a feast for him myself!"
"You're not allowed to put on airs then!"...
While watching the live broadcast on CCTV, Ying Wanlin kept excitedly murmuring to herself.
At this moment, on the television screen...
Wang Yueheng, together with the British Secretary of State for Culture and the Chinese Minister of Culture, Tourism and Publicity, jointly held up the donation agreement and displayed it to the audience on site and around the world.
Seeing this scene.
Even Mo Weijiang, who came from a revolutionary family and had experienced the ups and downs of the business world, couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat, and tears welled up in his sharp eyes.
"How could that be..."
“Ever since he was willing to give us that anti-cancer formula, I’ve treated him like my own son!”
"Even if he and my Xiaoxue don't end up together, I won't hold any grudge against him..."
Mo Weijiang's voice was a little hoarse, also due to his excitement.
"Pah, pah, you jinx! Don't talk nonsense."
"Our Xiaoxue will definitely end up with Yueheng! I don't think Yueheng is the kind of fickle celebrity!"
"He would never have casual relationships with women!"
"When Xiaoxue comes back, I'll have a good talk with her. If they're really in love, I'll go and arrange their wedding right away!"
"Oh, just thinking about being able to hold Yue Heng and Xiao Xue's child makes me so happy..."
As she spoke, Ying Wanlin, who was imagining holding her grandson, couldn't help but reveal a happy smile.
"Stop, stop! Xiaoxue is only a sophomore, and Yueheng will only officially start his freshman year next month."
"Isn't it ridiculous to make them get married now...?"
Seeing his virtuous wife so anxious and impulsive for the first time, Mo Weijiang, a conservative and traditional man, said with a wry smile.
"So what? You can get married while you're in college these days."
Ying Wanlin said dismissively.
"Then let me ask you, how old is Yue Heng now?"
Mo Weijiang asked helplessly.
"You're 20? What's wrong with that?"
Ying Wanlin didn't react in time and blurted out.
Two days ago, Wang Yueheng publicly announced to the world that he was acknowledging his relationship with his daughter, Mo Zixue.
Ying Wanlin memorized almost all of his information, and even had someone calculate Wang Yueheng's birth date and time.
The fortune teller told him that he was very suitable to marry his daughter.
Overjoyed, Ying Wanlin gave the blind fortune teller on the overpass a red envelope containing 5,000 yuan.
What is the legal marriage age in our country?
Seeing that his wife hadn't reacted yet, Mo Weijiang took a sip of tea and asked helplessly.
"Statutory... Oh dear, how could I forget that..."
Ying Wanlin, who was still planning to instill the idea of marriage in the two of them, was stunned and immediately looked somewhat dejected.
According to the laws of the Dragon Kingdom.
The legal marriage age for men is no earlier than 22 years old.
The legal age for women is no earlier than twenty years old.
Even if Wang Yueheng wanted to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a marriage certificate because he was underage, they wouldn't issue it to him.
"Ugh... I still have two years before I can get married... It feels like such a long time..."
Thinking of this, Ying Wanlin looked extremely disappointed and leaned back on the sofa.
It's like a prisoner being sentenced to a fixed term of imprisonment.
"It's not that you can only get married after two years, it's that you're eligible to get a marriage certificate after two years."
"You're just hoping that Xiaoxue won't get tired of Yue Heng..."
Mo Weijiang gave a bitter smile and sighed.
He certainly hoped that his daughter would eventually be with Wang Yueheng and become husband and wife.
But for a man like Wang Yueheng, who is both talented and wealthy, there are too many uncertainties...
"Anyway, when they get married, I will definitely take them on a honeymoon trip around the world."
"It can't be like what happened between us back then, where we just had a meal together and then I followed you to work in the pharmaceutical factory, without even ever being to the beach..."
Disappointed, Ying Wanlin couldn't help but recall the rushed scene of her wedding, and then vented her frustration.
"Okay, okay, yes, yes, I was wrong. I'll definitely make up for the honeymoon when I'm less busy."
Seeing that his wife's anger was about to turn on him, Mo Weijiang quickly raised his hand to admit his mistake and echoed her words.
"What's the point of making up for it? If we're counting on you not being busy, you'll be seventy or eighty years old by then, what's the point of a honeymoon then..."
"We'd be content if we could just watch our children get married peacefully and live out our lives smoothly..."
Wearing pajamas and looking well-maintained, Ying Wanlin rolled her eyes at her husband.
She then sat back down and gently massaged her husband Mo Weijiang's shoulders.
"Hehe, if Xiaoxue were half as sensible as you, Yue Heng probably wouldn't be able to let her go..."
Enjoying his wife's comfortable massage, Mo Weijiang chuckled and said.
Just then.
On the television screen, Wang Yueheng appeared on stage again.
He held a microphone, wearing a stylish and handsome light trench coat, with a faint smile on his handsome face.
It was clear that the young singer was also filled with pride after completing the donation ceremony.
"Look, it looks like Yue Heng is about to go on stage and sing again!"
Mo Weijiang was taken aback, and quickly pointed to the TV and said.
"Oh? Is that so?"
"Turn the volume up!"
Upon hearing this, Ying Wanlin forgot all about massaging her husband's shoulders and hurriedly picked up the remote control from the coffee table, turned up the volume, and focused on watching.
Having just enjoyed a massage, Mo Weijiang couldn't care less about his disappointment and kept his eyes glued to the TV screen.
After singing "A Hundred Birds Return to Their Nests," what kind of celebratory song will Wang Yueheng bring this time...?
...
"Guys, after today, I'm no longer that bastard Ambassador Peng's son!"
"From now on, I'm going to go out and make my own way in the world on my own!"
"Come on, let's celebrate my solo night!"...
In a luxurious bar called "Paradise on Earth" in Kyoto's Third Ring Road.
Peng Guanzu, already quite drunk, held a bottle of champagne that had just been opened in his hand.
He was shouting loudly while frantically spraying foamy liquor at the surrounding crowd.
The music emanating from the surrounding speakers was deafening.
Numerous sexy and alluring girls stood on the dance floor, shaking their heads and waving their white arms and twisting their hips wildly to the rhythm of the music.
"Haha, congratulations to Brother Zu on escaping the cage and flying freely!"
"No way! You don't want such a great dad for me!"
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