Ding Long faced his parents without any expression and directly led Ding Jinshi to sit down at an empty seat nearby.
"Just in ti, I’m discussing the dowry and Jinshi’s bridal gifts with your parents." Ding Jinshi’s father smiled. As a leader, he could wear many faces, even his smile had various expressions, but today, his smile was radiant like a spring breeze, making one feel comfortable, without any air of authority.
"Dowry and bridal gifts?" Ding Jinshi involuntarily glanced at her stepmother upon hearing these words. Seeing her just faintly smiling with no sign of anger, she couldn’t guess what her father had been saying.
"You’ve already picked up the car, so I won’t prepare another. As for the house, I’ll include a villa over in South City as part of your bridal gifts, and there are many things your mother left you that you can take once you’re married." That was about the big picture, and Ding Jinshi’s father didn’t go into further details in front of everyone.
Ding Jinshi’s reaction was mild, just a simple ’oh’, but Ding Long’s parents had quite a change in expression upon hearing this. Ding Jinshi was the only daughter of this family. Although they expected her bridal gifts to be lavish, they hadn’t anticipated such abundance. Just that villa alone is worth a fortune, not to ntion the things Ding Jinshi’s mother left her.
Ding Jinshi truly didn’t care; after all, it was just a show.
Afterward, the two families began discussing the details of the engagent banquet. Ding Jinshi wasn’t very interested and found an excuse to slip back to her room. It was a long ti later before Ding Long ca upstairs to inform her it was ti to leave.
Ding Jinshi was leaving with Ding Long’s parents. Ding Long stood beside her, while the two elders walked off to the side.
"Ding Long, why haven’t you been coming ho recently?" Ding Long’s mother suddenly spoke, "Your father and I hardly see you throughout the year."
"Didn’t I arrange for my assistant to deliver money to you regularly? What, not enough to spend?" Ding Long’s expression was indifferent. That house — he didn’t want to return to, and even more, each ti he rembered the tragic death of his daughter in another life, his heart harbored resentnt.
But, he knew regardless of the resentnt, they were still his parents. That’s why he rarely visited ho over the years, but he ensured his assistant regularly delivered money back to them. He could only fulfil his filial duty with money now but couldn’t treat them as intimate family without barriers like before.
"It’s not about the money; your dad is still working, and he earns quite a bit, enough to spend. It’s just that you don’t co ho often, and your dad and I miss you." Mother Ding replied.
"Oh." Ding Long responded, seemingly with nothing else to say. After sending the elders to their building downstairs, he didn’t intend to go in, "We’re here. I won’t walk you in. I’ll head back with Jinshi now; it’s close to rush hour, and if we don’t leave, the traffic will be heavy and congested."
Without waiting for the elders to speak further, he turned and left with Ding Jinshi, heading to the parking spot, urging her to get in, then drove away.
"Ding Long, you’re so cold towards your parents." Ding Jinshi sat in the passenger seat, staring at him intently, "I rember you weren’t like this before. Did sothing happen between you and your family?"
"What could happen? Growing up, naturally, I have my own life. It’s impossible to stay with them forever." Ding Long chuckled, explaining casually, "You’re no different; when asked to stay at ho for a few more days, you feel uncomfortable too."
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