Zhao Ying: "..."
Su Lu couldn’t help but widen her eyes and she gently tugged on Bo Jingshen’s sleeve under the table.
It wasn’t that she didn’t plan to tell Zhao Ying, but... they had only just t. To tell Zhao Ying right away, "Sorry, I’m going to marry your daughter," seed a bit crass, didn’t it?
Yet Bo Jingshen was especially earnest. After speaking, he looked keenly into Zhao Ying’s eyes.
Not receiving a reply from Zhao Ying, Bo Jingshen repeated himself, "I’m going to marry Su Lu. I’ve already delayed too much ti, I can’t afford to delay any longer, I don’t want to waste another day."
Zhao Ying: "..."
Bo Jingshen earnestly said, "I’m here this ti also to seek your approval. I’d like to register our marriage with Su Lu first, and then properly plan a perfect wedding. What do you think?"
Zhao Ying: "I think, well, I was thinking of having you stay as a guest today, but now I think you better go stay at a hotel."
Bo Jingshen: "... Uh."
Zhao Ying said, "We’ve only t once, and you’re already trying to whisk away my daughter, and you have the nerve to be righteous about it."
Su Lu struggled to keep the corners of her mouth from curving up.
Bo Jingshen also felt it was inappropriate and started to feel a bit embarrassed, "The main thing is... I was thinking of getting the marriage certificate while I’m here, so... "
"Are you here to ask for a household registration book?" Zhao Ying couldn’t help but feel amused as she asked.
Bo Jingshen nodded.
Su Lu gave a light cough and said helplessly, "I’ve always had my own household registration."
When she acknowledged Zhao Ying as her mother, she wasn’t so minor who needed a guardian, so she naturally didn’t need to transfer her household registration under Zhao Ying’s.
As a result, Su Lu had always had her own household registration, and Zhao Xiaole was also registered under her.
Bo Jingshen opened his mouth, clearly not having considered this detail.
Zhao Ying continued, "With your visit, you not only want to change the surna of my grandson but also to take away my daughter. Bo Jingshen, let ask you, you do know that Zhao Xiaole takes after my surna, right? You just want him to change his surna; have you considered my feelings?"
Bo Jingshen thought for a mont, "I have considered it. If you don’t agree, then we won’t change it."
This response took Zhao Ying by surprise. It was rare to find a man who wasn’t fixated on the right to a child’s surna.
Like Shen Jiming back then, he had slept with so many won he practically had an entire platoon, and kept quite a few mistresses outside.
When Su Lu was born, Zhao Ying saw she was girl and wanted her precious daughter to carry her own surna. Shen Jiming and his entire family made a huge fuss about it, almost as if they wanted to dunk her in a pig cage for her audacity.
But Bo Jingshen didn’t seem to care much about surnas.
In fact, Bo Jingshen really didn’t care too much about it. What did it matter whose surna the child had? After all, the child was his son, and that couldn’t change, could it?
As long as Su Lu was happy, that’s all that mattered.
Zhao Ying was quite pleased with Bo Jingshen’s attitude.
Zhao Ying raised an eyebrow and said, "That’s more like it."
"Mom, don’t worry. If you don’t want Zhao Xiaole to change his na, then we won’t change it. I have no objections to that. As long as you let marry Su Lu," Bo Jingshen said.
Shen Xun: "..." Who is your mom?
Su Lu: "..." Why is he calling her ’mom’?
Zhao Ying laughed and said, "You’re putting on this front as if it’s all up to to decide, but what if I don’t let you marry her?"
Bo Jingshen thought for a mont and then said, "Then I’ll co back and ask again tomorrow."
Su Lu almost burst out laughing, and even Shen Xun couldn’t help but curve up the corners of his mouth.
It’s undeniable that Bo Jingshen, in front of them, had no airs, no pretensions, and didn’t care about losing face—all of which was quite endearing.
Zhao Xiaole only half understood their conversation, but he was very perceptive of the adults’ emotions and knew they were all happy, so he too started laughing cheerfully.
And Zhao Xiaole understood well enough that his mom and dad were about to get married—what a wonderful thing that was; he was simply over the moon.
So when he heard Grandma’s words, it seed as if she was saying they couldn’t get married.
Zhao Xiaole quickly wrapped his arms around Zhao Ying’s neck, "Grandma, Grandma, please don’t disagree, and if you do, Dad and I will co back and ask you again tomorrow."
Zhao Ying looked at Bo Jingshen helplessly, "You really are sothing. All I did was make a phone call to you, and in such a short ti, not only did you seduce my daughter, but you’ve also won over my grandson."
"Mother-in-law is too kind with her complints," said Bo Jingshen.
Shen Xun: "..." Who’s his mother-in-law!
Su Lu: "..." Why is it ’mother-in-law’ again?
Zhao Ying: "..." I’ve already been called mom and mother-in-law, if I don’t agree to let him marry Xiaolu, it seems like it’s going to be difficult to wrap this up.
Nevertheless, they went out to eat at the reserved restaurant that evening.
"Xiao Bao hasn’t really had a good taste of Beijing cuisine, has he?" Zhao Ying said.
Bo Jingshen thought for a mont and shook his head, "Indeed, I haven’t really had a chance to enjoy it."
Years ago when he first ca to Beijing, because he was controlled by Jing Ce, he was cautious in every matter and of course had no appetite for gourt food.
Now, however, he had the desire and could truly savor the experience.
The restaurant reservation was made by Zhao Tong.
When Su Lu told Bo Jingshen this, it took him a mont to rember who Zhao Tong was.
"Who is Zhao Tong again?" Bo Jingshen montarily forgot.
Su Lu, exasperated, said, "Su Yi."
"Oh," Bo Jingshen realized, "the waterlon boy."
Indeed, if Su Zhe were to describe him, he would use the sa term for Zhao Tong.
He used to be no good to Su Lu, even helping the Su Family, who were all dense, gang up against her.
Later, after being acknowledged by his biological parents, Su Lu’s uncle and aunt, he changed his na to Zhao Tong.
With the passing years ca maturity, and he beca more reliable. He was quite good to Su Lu.
Zhao Tong’s house, that is, Su Lu’s uncle’s family, was in the restaurant business, so rather than saying Zhao Tong made the reservation, it was more like the privilege of a young master.
When they arrived at the restaurant, the general manager personally ca to greet them, smiling warmly, "Ms. Zhao! It’s been a while, welco!"
"And Mr. Shen and Miss Shen are here too! Our place is truly graced by your presence today!" The general manager was evidently familiar with them, as was clear from his tone and deanor.
Zhao Ying smiled back at him, "Why bother to personally greet us?"
The general manager replied with a smile, "The young master specially instructed to treat you well. He’s coming later and would not let off the hook if he found out you were neglected."
Su Lu and Shen Xun also smiled cordially at the general manager, "Long ti no see."
The general manager turned to Zhao Xiaole, "Good evening, young master Xiao Le. Today we have the zodiac stead buns you like, how’s that?"
"That’s great, thank you, Manager Uncle," replied Zhao Xiaole, who assud the ’general manager’ was his surna and thought the uncle was nad General.
The general manager didn’t correct him and responded with a cheerful smile, "Hey, you’re welco."
Then the general manager looked at Bo Jingshen and after sizing him up for a while, he turned and asked Su Lu and the others in a low voice, "Is this how bodyguards look these days? Such high beauty standards?"
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