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Wu Qian felt nervous upon learning that she was going to et her future in-laws.

"I’m a bit nervous, can I not go?"

Yun Mingrui beca sowhat unhappy when he heard her say that.

This matter had been postponed again and again.

"No, we can’t keep putting this off. Why are you so unwilling to et my parents? Do you still think our relationship is just between a lover and a sugar daddy?" Otherwise, why the constant delays?

My parents won’t bite.

Wu Qian glanced at him. Does he not realize that she was nervous, that she needed so coaxing, so comfort?

"No, I don’t."

Wu Qian was a bit defiant.

Yun Mingrui seed to realize his tone had been sowhat harsh.

"I have never seen you as just a lover, but as a girlfriend. You were underage before, but now it’s ti to settle down."

"It’s sumr vacation already, and my parents won’t be traveling far for the ti being."

"Then the day after tomorrow!" Wu Qian seed determined. If she put it off any longer, she might waver.

Although she had already passed the test with Mrs. ng and Chairman Yun.

Seeing that she had set a date, Yun Mingrui felt the matter was half resolved.

Early in the morning, Yun Mingrui drove over to pick up Wu Qian.

"How do I look in these clothes?" She tried several outfits at ho and felt none of them were quite right. Finally, she opted for a simple ensemble—a white T-shirt, a pair of jeans, white sandals—with her hair tied back in a ponytail, looking youthful and bright.

She had initially wanted to wear a dress, but it didn’t feel quite comfortable.

"You look great, get in the car. My mom has prepared a lot of delicious food at ho."

Yun Mingrui said cheerfully, "Mom rarely has ti to cook these days. Usually, it’s my dad who cooks more often when he’s ho."

Wu Qian was startled. "Uncle cooks?"

Having seen the uncle’s serious deanor before, she could hardly imagine him cooking.

Perhaps it runs in the family?

Otherwise, why would Yun Mingrui be able to cook, and why would his dishes taste so much better than hers?

Speaking of this, she felt quite dejected. She was a girl and yet couldn’t cook as well as Yun Mingrui, who only cooked occasionally.

"Yes, surprising isn’t it? Although we dare not complain, we do secretly say that it’s not as tasty as what my mom makes."

His dad was still sowhat childish and petty about certain things. Take cooking for example—if you dare say his cooking isn’t good, then you can forget about getting another al from him.

Listening to Yun Mingrui talk about these things, Wu Qian felt less nervous.

"Where can we buy so fruit? I’d like to get so as a gift."

"We have fruit at ho."

But Wu Qian insisted, "It’s a matter of etiquette." She knew the Yun Family probably had everything they needed, but that made it even more important not to arrive empty-handed.

Yun Mingrui didn’t give any suggestions and let her buy whatever she wanted.

After all, as long as his mom was ho, they would get to enjoy delicious fruits. His dad was willing to buy expensive and tasty fruits for his mom.

The fruits his dad brought ho were always much tastier compared to what he could buy elsewhere.

And so, the two arrived at the Yun Family’s villa.

Wu Qian stood at the doorway holding a big waterlon and so grapes.

"Sis, you’re here." Little Xingxing heard the sound of the car engine, ca out of the living room, and imdiately greeted her upon seeing her standing there.

Now that she saw a familiar face, Wu Qian wasn’t so nervous anymore.

"Co in, co in, it’s hot outside." She didn’t know if it was the excitent or really the heat, but it was indeed hot.

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