"Youyou, you have no idea how shocked I was when I heard at home that my good-for-nothing son mentioned Zihan got herself a boyfriend at school."
"Previously, I thought Xin Yue could have let me enjoy the honor of having Zihan as my daughter-in-law, but it seems like I’m not that fortunate."
Mrs. Xin lightly hit her son beside her, "It’s because you’re useless, such a great girl Zihan is...."
As soon as this was mentioned, Zihan’s parents, who were just now warmly smiling, became angry.
Yue Bing’s scholarly face suddenly sharpened, and he asked Xin Yue, "Xin Yue, you and Zihan are classmates. Tell me in detail about the boy my daughter is dating."
Mrs. Yue also followed with a question, "Yes, you only briefly mentioned it before, and her dad and I rushed back home. You must give us a thorough account. Zihan is so innocent, I’m really afraid for her..."
It was unclear how exactly Xin Yue explained the situation to Zihan’s parents, but when Zihan entered the room at Yage, the atmosphere was particularly tense.
Seeing the expressions on her parents’ faces, Zihan’s heart sank with a thud.
Seeing the unwelcome Xin Yue there made her mood even worse.
With adults present, she had to be polite and, reining in her feelings, she smiled and greeted Mrs. Xin and Xin Yue, then turned to her parents.
"Daddy, Mommy, why are you back all of a sudden without giving me a heads-up?"
Mrs. Yue said, "We came back because of you, silly girl, afraid that you’ve been hoodwinked."
Yue Bing grew angrier the more he thought about it, and glanced over his daughter’s shoulder again, "Why are you alone? Where’s that boy?"
"He isn’t such a coward, is he? Just hiding behind a woman, not daring to show his face."
"So, we can’t invite him here, can we?"
Despite Yue Bing’s scholarly appearance, once he starts talking, he embodies his name, with the air of a rowdy soldier.
His past experience as a soldier makes his speech anything but delicate; it’s outright venting.
What he dislikes most are men who beat around the bush.
A father-in-law and son-in-law are often at odds, not to mention that this is someone he considers to have ill intentions, foolishly trying to whisk away his precious and soft daughter.
Expecting Yue Bing to give a warm welcome was ridiculous...
Unaware of the ongoing tension, Xin Yue interjected, "Maybe Wang Xiaochuan doesn’t dare to come?"
"Zihan, I’ve always told you, that Wang Xiaochuan is a big talker, don’t be fooled by his appearance."
"Uncle, you don’t know, Zihan’s boyfriend, to show off, even though he is a poor boy, still put on a great facade, renting a Rolls Royce to save face..."
The more Xin Yue spoke, the uglier the faces of Mr. and Mrs. Yue became.
Mrs. Xin stepped on her foolish son’s foot with a glare, hinting for him to stop talking.
In the current situation, the smart thing to do would be to keep quiet, yet her foolish child kept butting in.
Zihan could no longer care that Aunt Xin was also there, she was so frustrated she lashed out at Xin Yue, "What do you know, stop talking nonsense."
"And why are you even here?"
"Zihan, when did you become so impolite? Apparently my good child has learned bad habits from bad company."
The ’bad company’ Yue Bing referred to, without a doubt, meant Wang Xiaochuan.
The look on Xin Yue’s face could not hide his discomfort, though inside he was practically grinning from ear to ear.
Right when the atmosphere was turning sour, the curtain of the private room was lifted by a waitress dressed in a cheongsam.
She was followed by the neatly tidied Wang Xiaochuan and Su Li.
Su Li glanced at the scene in the room and quickly grasped the situation.
It was quite possible that Zihan’s parents really wanted to set her own son-in-law in his place.
First off, look at the place he chose, Jinxiu Pavilion in Shanghai, one of the most famous and expensive places...
The consumption here was extremely high, and those who came and went were either rich or noble.
If it were up to Wang Xiaochuan’s usual attire, he wouldn’t have even been able to approach the outside gate without being stopped by the doorman, let alone enter.
For Wang Xiaochuan, who had a strong sense of self-respect, it had to be said that this was an insult and a blow to his self-esteem.
Moreover, aside from Zihan’s parents, Xin Yue and his mother were also present. What was this all about?
Were they here to watch the joke? After all, Xin Yue was a bright and shining rival who wanted to pry away someone else’s cornerstone.
However, all of this was absolutely impossible to happen again after Su Li’s arrival.
Su Li took the initiative to step forward, greeting the couple who bore some resemblance to Zihan, "You must be Zihan’s parents. I am Xiao Chuan’s mother..."
"It’s really impolite of us, as it should have been me inviting you, and yet you have hosted us first."
"Xiao Chuan, don’t stand there dazed. Take out the gifts you’ve prepared to honor Zihan’s father and Zihan’s mother."
The appearance of Su Li and Wang Xiaochuan surprised everyone present.
Especially Xin Yue, who looked at Wang Xiaochuan with disbelief.
The person before him bore no resemblance to the uncultivated image he had in mind.
Wang Xiaochuan stood at 1.8 meters tall, wearing a well-tailored, finely made suit that greatly elevated his demeanor.
His hair was neatly styled, and if one looked closely, one could see the watch on his wrist.
The gold cufflinks on his shirt sleeves.
Every single detail on him served to highlight the distinction of his person.
Far from the appearance of a poor boy, he looked instead like a young master of a wealthy family going out.
Moreover, with his good-looking face, wherever he went, he was like a walking pheromone.
Sometimes, a man’s charm needed the enhancement of money. In any case, to the naked eye, Wang Xiaochuan looked like a genteel scion.
Compared to him, Xin Yue suddenly felt inferior.
Not only were Zihan’s parents confused, but Mrs. Xin, Xin Yue’s mother, nudged her son’s leg under the table and whispered, "Didn’t you say that Zihan’s boyfriend was a poor nobody?"
Was this the description of a poor nobody?
Mrs. Xin was even more affected than her son, as women often paid special attention to other women who were more beautiful than themselves.
Since Su Li had entered the door, Mrs. Xin’s gaze had never left her.
For this reason, Mrs. Xin deeply felt the other party’s boldness.
Unlike the confidence they had built with their money, the other party had returned to the truth—understated yet not luxurious, it was an aura of heritage that came with time.
It was like the contrast between an established family and a nouveau riche.
The mother of her son’s rival wore seemingly ordinary clothing, but just the Bodhi beads on her wrist were not something that could be bought with money.
Mrs. Xin had followed her husband through ups and downs in her early years, and she still had the eye power to discern quality.