Mother He was pleased; this girl was genuine and unpretentious.
When Shanshan ca to the house before, she would pick at her food with chopsticks, claiming to be full after just a few bites, citing a desire to lose weight.
It was unappetizing to see such a spread of dishes go uneaten, leaving Mother He feeling unfulfilled.
Now, seeing Xiaong, Mother He felt happy. A girl should have so at on her, good for future childbirth.
The more Mother He thought about it, the happier she beca, anticipating the days of being a grandmother.
Unaware of Mother He’s thoughts, Xiaong was earnestly enjoying her al.
He Ming continuously served her soup. This ti, she finally spoke up, asking if he thought she was a pig, eating so much.
After dinner, He Ming took Xiaong to his room.
He Ming’s room had its own style—simple and elegant, with deep blue striped sheets.
Seeing his bed, Xiaong suddenly thought of the intimate monts they had shared, and her face flushed.
He Ming pulled Xiaong to sit on the bed, then opened the wardrobe to grab so fresh clothes for her.
He had successfully conquered the territory, and Xiaong agreed to live with him.
He casually took clothes from the wardrobe, and Xiaong followed, organizing the clothes.
Suddenly, Xiaong froze. She couldn’t believe her eyes because this shirt was the sa as the one from a few days ago, the one from DV, and even the color was identical.
“He Ming, when did you buy this shirt?” Ye Xiaong casually asked.
He Ming glanced at the shirt in her hand, noticing that the tag was still intact.
“No idea,” He Ming didn’t pay much attention to these things.
In his mory, most of his shirts were like this.
“What’s wrong with this shirt?” He Ming asked in confusion, noticing that Xiaong seed uneasy after seeing it.
“This is a limited edition DV shirt. Each shirt in different colors has only one size. At that ti, I wanted to buy this shirt for you, but it was snatched by another girl who paid first,” Ye Xiaong spoke through gritted teeth as she recounted the incident.
Ye Xiaong spoke about this matter through gritted teeth.
“I don’t rember buying this shirt at any ti,” He Ming was genuinely puzzled when he heard her say that.
He racked his brain but couldn’t recall ever purchasing such a shirt.
Could it be his mom who bought it?
But his mom hadn’t bought him clothes since he could rember.
Xiaong, seeing his perplexed expression, didn’t press the matter further since he didn’t seem to be lying.
As He Ming ca out with the paper bag, coincidentally, Mother He appeared.
“Mom, did you buy clothes? How co there’s a new shirt in my wardrobe?” He Ming casually asked his mother.
“I didn’t buy it. Oh, I rember now. On your birthday, Shanshan gave you a shirt, and I hung it in your wardrobe,” Mother He explained, then suddenly froze, feeling like slapping herself.
Xiaong was there too, and why did she bring up Shanshan?
It was like stirring up trouble unnecessarily.
He Ming’s current mood could be described as, “Not afraid of god-like opponents, afraid of pig-like teammates.”
“Xiaong, Shanshan is the daughter of one of He Ming’s aunts,” Mother He explained specifically, worried that Xiaong might misunderstand.
Initially, she thought He Ming didn’t have a girlfriend, so she tried to match him with Shanshan. However, now that he had a girlfriend, it wasn’t appropriate.
Now Xiaong finally understood. The girl she saw at DV that day was Hu Shanshan.
The na sounded familiar, and now she knew it was a girl who was definitely not on good terms..
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