Yan Yichen introduced, "Jian Yixue, my girl..." Before he could finish the word "friend," Jian Yixue pinched him hard on the arm. In pain, his eyebrow twitched, and he corrected himself, "My classmate. Classmate Jian, these are my parents."
"Hello, Uncle and Auntie," Jian Yixue quickly greeted.
Yan’s mom and dad exchanged a glance. They had noticed the small interaction between the two and understood everything clearly.
"Ahem, Classmate Jian is staying over at our house tonight."
Yan’s mom smiled warmly, "I’ll have soone prepare the guest room right away! Jian Yixue? Auntie can call you Xiaoxue, right?"
Jian Yixue shyly nodded and sowhat anxiously hid behind Yan Yichen.
This demure deanor lted Yan’s mom’s heart!
Finally! Finally!
Their iron tree has finally blossod!
And it blood in such a surprising way! He directly brought the girl ho, indeed!
"Xiaoxue, don’t be shy. Have a seat and so fruit; the room will be ready soon."
Yan’s mom, with a smile on her face, appeared very youthful, despite her age, thanks to proper care.
Yan’s dad, looking like a gentle man, asked a few questions about studies. When he heard his son ntion Jian Yixue’s top-three ranking in the year, he praised her several tis.
Before long, the guest room was ready, and Yan’s mom, noticing her discomfort, invited her to the room. Yan’s dad shook the newspaper in his hands and chuckled, "You boy, you’ve indeed found yourself a good wife."
Yan Yichen raised an eyebrow, "She is indeed very good."
"As long as you like her," Yan’s dad amicably advised, "Of course, the girl must also like you. If she’s not interested, you mustn’t force anything."
"I know my own limits."
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In the guest room.
Yan’s mom brought in a tray with a bowl of noodles and a plate of fruit.
"Achen said you haven’t eaten yet, so I had sothing prepared for you," Yan’s mom said softly.
Jian Yixue, surprised by the kindness, said, "Thank you, Auntie..."
She took the tray, placed it on the table, and as she looked at the steaming heat, her nose felt a bit sour.
The care she never received in her own ho, she found here, which felt quite ironic.
Seeing her peculiar expression, Yan’s mom asked nervously, "What’s wrong? You don’t like noodles? Shall I make you sothing else?"
"No... Auntie, you’ve misunderstood. I really like them, very much so," Jian Yixue hurriedly explained.
Just then, Yan Yichen walked in. Seeing Jian Yixue’s reddened eyes, he frowned, "What’s the matter?"
Yan’s mom noticed and smiled, "I’ll leave you two to chat."
She left the guest room but didn’t close the door, a detail that filled Jian Yixue’s heart with warmth.
This way, although they were alone in the room, if Yan Yichen wanted to do anything to her, she could call for help, and the people outside could hear.
The Yan family are such gentle people.
"Still upset about the house thing? How about I teach your brother a lesson for you?"
Jian Yixue mumbled, "No... it was just the steam from the noodles making my eyes watery."
Yan Yichen remained silent, not expressing an opinion.
"You shouldn’t stay in my room, or Uncle and Auntie might misunderstand!"
Yan Yichen laughed, like a sly old fox, with a hint of calculation in his eyes, "Xiaoxue, do you think my parents can’t tell? Besides a girlfriend, who would bring a female classmate ho to stay overnight?"
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