"Hurry up, hurry up." Lan Yiqing had been imagining this day for a long time, dreaming of the day she could go shopping hand in hand with her daughter-in-law. Today, this dream finally came true. She was so happy. The more she looked at An Nan, the more she liked her. She must have her son settle down with her soon, or else she’d cry if some other man snatched her away.
Taking advantage of An Nan changing clothes, Lan Yiqing took out her phone to send a warning message to her son: "You little brat, hurry up and marry her and bring her home. If someone else snatches her away, I’ll wring your neck."
The man who saw the text raised his eyebrows helplessly: "Is this what they mean by having a wife means no more sons?"
Just entering the fitting room, An Nan hadn’t clearly seen what clothes she was holding. Now, she looked closely and couldn’t help twitching her face. A dress? It was actually a dress. Sitting deflated on the chair in the fitting room, she was full of distress.
Why a dress? Since going abroad for studies, she hadn’t worn a dress. Just thinking about herself in a dress made An Nan feel embarrassed.
Ultimately, not wanting to disappoint the older generation, An Nan hesitantly changed into the dress and walked out of the fitting room.
Waiting outside, Lan Yiqing’s eyes immediately lit up when she saw the figure stepping out of the fitting room: "Nannan, you look so beautiful in a dress."
The woman before her had a tall figure, an excellent physique that showcased the curves of the dress perfectly.
Seeing this, Lan Yiqing quickly took out her phone, opened the camera, and took a flurry of photos of An Nan. Then she sent all the photos she had just taken to her son via WeChat.
Lin Mubai had just returned his thoughts to work and was focusing intently on a recent development project’s document when the vibration of the phone on the table interrupted his thoughts.
When he picked up the phone and saw the photos sent by his mom, he couldn’t tear his gaze away.
In his memory, that woman had never worn a dress. The first meeting was at a coffee shop on Champs Elysees in the United States, wearing a white down jacket and blue skinny jeans that outlined her straight legs vividly. In every subsequent meeting, apart from that handsome uniform, it was either simple T-shirts or jeans. This was the first time seeing her in a dress. Lin Mubai stared unblinkingly at the image on the phone, losing interest in his work, simply standing up, grabbing his coat in one hand and his phone in the other.
His long, fair fingers quickly swiped across the phone screen: "Mom, I’ll pay for the dress when I get there."
Upon receiving her son’s WeChat message, a proud smile flashed across Lan Yiqing’s lips. As expected, it turned out just as she predicted. There’s hope, there’s hope! Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel★fire.net
An Nan was still standing uneasily in front of Lan Yiqing, unsure of what to do.
"Mrs. Lan, what’s up?" Why was she smiling so cunningly, giving her a bad premonition?
"Nothing, nothing." She was planning to give her future daughter-in-law a surprise but wouldn’t say that someone was about to arrive. But how could she stall without letting the other party notice? Lan Yiqing’s clever mind quickly came up with an idea: "Nannan, you look so nice in a dress. Try these ones as well." Saying this, Lan Yiqing handed over the dresses she had just picked out, draped over her arm.
Seeing several dresses hanging from Lan Yiqing’s arm, An Nan felt an impulse to escape.
But who could be blamed for this? She could only blame herself for being soft-hearted, never learning how to say no to the elder generation.