In a flash, Ran Xiangsi slipped outside the door, patted her chest, looked back at the direction of the living room, and made a salute.
"Thank you, God Xing, for letting me slip away at this moment."
Inside the living room, the mother and son...
Xing Chen sat down on one side of the sofa, lazily leaning against the soft cushion.
Xiahou Xiu Yun looked at him and shook her head, smiling, "I’m not going to eat you, why so protective?"
"Your sudden arrival itself is a shock." Xing Chen said bluntly.
Used to her son’s sharp tongue, Xiahou Xiu Yun seemed already accustomed to it.
The servant brought in two cups of cappuccino. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ ɴovᴇl(F)ɪre.ɴet
Mother and son, each having a cup.
Xing Chen glanced at the steaming cappuccino on the table, slightly furrowing his brow, but quickly relaxed again.
At home, the servant always served him Espresso.
But since Ran Xiangsi moved in, she instructed the servant to prepare only cappuccino.
On this matter, Xing Chen did not object, indulging Ran Xiangsi’s preference.
With his distinct fingers hooking the coffee cup, he brought it to his lips and took a sip.
It was indeed very sweet, just like someone’s lips...
Xiahou Xiu Yun looked at Xing Chen as if she had seen a ghost, surprised, "Son, you changed your taste? Didn’t you only drink Espresso before?"
As a mother, she naturally knew a bit about her son’s preferences.
A habit of more than twenty years, how could it suddenly change?
Xing Chen slightly curled his lips and said indifferently, "Your daughter-in-law likes it."
With a simple sentence, Xiahou Xiu Yun was instantly stunned.
It seems that her son really likes that girl...
He was afraid she might say something harsh, so he had the girl sent away.
Now he even changed his long-standing habit.
"Sigh... Mom understands, now. You really like Xiangsi. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have hidden your marriage from your father and me." Xiahou Xiu Yun sighed and decided to talk about serious matters, "This child has a good nature, and I like her very much. But her background... Is she a hundred percent of Xuan Country’s bloodline? You know the Wilson family’s rules, the scrutiny over bloodlines is very strict."
Hearing this, Xing Chen was silent for a moment.
Previously, Ping Le had found out that Ran Xiangsi was not Ran Zhonghai’s daughter, and to this day, Xiangsi’s biological father remained unknown, so her bloodline was still unclear.
But to avoid worrying his mother, Xing Chen nodded, "Yes, it has been checked, don’t worry, Mother."
"That’s good." Xiahou Xiu Yun finally breathed a sigh of relief, then asked, "It’s so late, why is she still busy with work?"
"Isn’t it good for a woman to be career-driven?" Xing Chen chuckled, his right hand gently swirling the coffee in his cup, creating ripples.
Ran Xiangsi had her own career.
The things she did, Xing Chen rarely intervened, knowing it was her passion, he let her do it.
In life, being able to live day by day and do what you love, that’s happiness.
"Then when do you plan to have children? Haven’t you been married for a year? Why is there still no news?"
Xiahou Xiu Yun’s topic switch was a bit abrupt...
Xing Chen had just taken a sip of coffee and almost choked!
"Mom, it’s still early."
Even God Xing, at that moment, had to awkwardly cough a bit.
"It’s not early, in a few years, you’ll be thirty! I think Xiangsi is a good girl, since you’re married, live well together! Hurry up and give me a grandchild, so I can enjoy my old age!"