Zhu Yun’s eyes welled with heat.
“That’s good. You two don’t need to come back. Your dad and I will take a trip to Nancheng. I want to see what kind of person he is with my own eyes.”
“You can come back when it’s time for the wedding banquet.”
Wen Yang was slightly stunned. “Mom.”
Zhu Yun dabbed the corner of her eyes with a tissue and said, “Yangyang, of course I want you both to come back, but I still want to see him first, to see if this person is truly trustworthy. I’m not afraid of anything, but I worry about you most of all. I need to see him myself to feel at ease.”
Upon hearing this, Wen Yang’s eyes turned red too.
In her heart, Zhu Yun had always been a warrior-type mom. She cooked well, kept the house meticulously in order, and was strict in raising her. But she also excelled in her career. With so many talents, one would expect her to be exhausted, but she never seemed to think that way. She always handled things with great organization. Her greatest support was her dad.
Wen Li was a man of few words, not great with social niceties, focused solely on his engineering work. But he was gentle by nature and shared all the household chores. Sometimes, when Zhu Yun was overwhelmed, Wen Li would even take her out to relax.
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“Sure, since you’re earning money now, you buy them.”
Wen Yang smiled, “Mm.”
After hanging up, Aunt Zhong came over carrying a glass of milk. It was Fu Xingzhou who had reminded Aunt Zhong to prepare it for her. Wen Yang had stayed in bed late today—last night had been exhausting, and she had planned to contact her parents in the morning, so she simply allowed herself to sleep in. Fu Xingzhou had to go to work, so he got up early, but not before reminding her to call her parents.
She had groggily nodded in agreement.
Wen Yang cradled the milk cup and sipped from it.
Then she picked up the phone and dialed Fu Xingzhou’s number.
He answered shortly after. Wen Yang swallowed the milk and said, “My parents said they want to come tomorrow, so we don’t need to go back for now.”
After hearing this, Fu Xingzhou replied, “Alright.”
Wen Yang smiled and asked, “You’re not going to ask why?”
Fu Xingzhou chuckled lightly. “They want to meet me.”
Wen Yang’s heart skipped. “How did you know?”
Fu Xingzhou said, “Your parents are good people. They’re cautious. It’s only right for me to accompany you back, but it’s hard for them to get a sense of my family and lifestyle otherwise.”
Wen Yang bit the edge of her milk cup. “So you knew all along.”
Fu Xingzhou laughed again. “Try to finish up early tonight. I’ll come pick you up.”
“Okay,” Wen Yang replied.
After hanging up, she lazily slumped back onto the couch, relaxed and carefree. Even the loungewear she wore was both comfortable and stylish. Her slightly curled long hair draped over the back of the chair.
Sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Aunt Zhong, busy in the kitchen, peeked out and smiled.
With Miss Wen here, this house of Mr. Fu’s finally felt like a home. Even the once cold-toned furniture was gradually adorned with softer, warmer décor, giving it a much cozier atmosphere.
Wen Yang had picked out these decorations herself during trips to furniture markets. Some were even quite artistic.
Aunt Zhong asked, “Wen Yang, do you want to take lunch to the office?”
Wen Yang stretched lazily and didn’t get off the couch for a while. Then she said, “No need, Aunt Zhong. I’ll have lunch with Yu Qing.”
“Alright,” Aunt Zhong responded.
Wen Yang carried the milk cup to the kitchen, rinsed it, turned it upside down on the drying rack, and went to the master bedroom to change clothes. Carrying her laptop, she greeted Aunt Zhong before heading to the studio.
Last night, Yu Qing and the others had also stayed up late. Zhou Shiyuan had come by and brought a pile of mystery boxes for them to open.
Yu Qing had gotten a film camera and was now flipping through it.
Wen Yang sat down, and Yu Qing grinned as she took her hand and examined the diamond ring. “This matches the necklace you wear, doesn’t it?”
Wen Yang smiled. “Mm, the one you called the Begonia Heart Diamond.”
“Yes, it’s so beautiful.”
Yu Qing rested her chin on her hand, gazing at Wen Yang. Nothing made her happier than seeing Wen Yang find happiness again. Wen Yang pinched her face and said, “Get back to work.”
“Okay!”
Yu Qing sat up straight and moved her mouse.
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That evening.
Wen Yang got off work early. Fu Xingzhou had come to pick her up—he arrived a bit early, around six o’clock, just as the golden sunset spilled between the buildings. He drove himself and took her out for dinner.
Then they visited a workshop specializing in traditional waist fans and kingfisher feather inlay brooches. He was there to pick out gifts for her parents. The kingfisher inlay brooches took longer to make than the mother-of-pearl ones, so Fu Xingzhou had contacted the workshop in advance and was able to start crafting immediately. Wen Yang hadn’t expected him to make the gifts by hand—she was touched.
She had also reserved materials for mother-of-pearl brooches through one of Yu Qing’s clients who worked in that field, planning to make hers at home. Both were making preparations for meeting her parents.
As for the waist fans, since they took more time, Fu Xingzhou pre-ordered them. Wen Yang watched the shop owner carefully wrap them up—they were exquisite and elegant.
Fu Xingzhou also prepared other gifts.
Jiang Yue delivered them one after another.
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The next afternoon, the high-speed train from Nan’an to Nancheng arrived. Wen Yang and Fu Xingzhou had gone to the station early. As Wen Yang stood beside the car, she saw Zhu Yun and Wen Li stepping off the train. Zhu Yun wore a simple-colored dress, and Wen Li wore a polo shirt and slacks.
Wen Yang ran toward them immediately. “Mom, Dad!”
Zhu Yun and Wen Li turned to see Wen Yang, and behind her stood a tall man in a black dress shirt and slacks. He had sharp features and gave off a mature and steady vibe. Zhu Yun had seen a few men like this in her over thirty years of working—very few, most of them from good families, refined in demeanor, and many quite loyal.
Wen Yang stepped forward and held Zhu Yun’s hand. “Dad, Mom, this is Fu Xingzhou.”
Zhu Yun and Wen Li looked over.
Fu Xingzhou gave a slight smile and nodded. “Uncle, Auntie, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Zhu Yun and Wen Li replied, “Hello.”
Wen Yang smiled and said to her parents, “We can’t park here. We have to park across the street. Let’s go.”
Zhu Yun pinched her daughter’s nose.
Wen Li nodded, “Alright.”
Fu Xingzhou stepped forward and took Wen Li’s suitcase. The four of them walked toward the black sedan across the street. The car had a Nancheng license plate, and both the car brand and plate number clearly reflected Fu Xingzhou’s financial status.
Zhu Yun and Wen Li got into the car.
Fu Xingzhou asked, “Uncle, Auntie, what kind of food would you like?”
Wen Yang turned her head and smiled sweetly at her parents. Zhu Yun saw the smile on her daughter’s face and felt reassured. She said to Fu Xingzhou, “You decide.”
Fu Xingzhou, hands on the steering wheel, replied, “Alright, I’ll make the arrangements.”
He drove them to a Huanghelou restaurant that specialized in the Eight Major Cuisines. The restaurant typically required reservations in advance, and the number of private rooms was limited. The room Fu Xingzhou had reserved was on the third floor, and they took the elevator up.
Wen Yang held Zhu Yun’s arm. Fu Xingzhou and Wen Li followed two steps behind. Wen Li glanced at his daughter’s back and then at Fu Xingzhou. He asked, “When did you two start dating?”
Fu Xingzhou also looked at Wen Yang, smiled faintly, and replied in a low voice, “After the New Year, when she returned to Nancheng.”
“So it’s been over five months.”
Fu Xingzhou nodded.
Wen Li looked at him and asked, “Do you know about my daughter’s situation?”
Fu Xingzhou replied, “Of course.”
Wen Li realized that was a silly question—after being together that long, how could he not know? Besides, Zhu Yun had said it was because of this man that their daughter had quickly walked out of the pain from her last marriage.
Up ahead, Zhu Yun held Wen Yang’s hand and lowered her voice to ask, “He’s older than you, right?”
Wen Yang softly replied, “Four years older.”
Zhu Yun: “Four years is a good age difference.”
“He’s not just doing investment, is he?”
Wen Yang thought to herself that her mother truly had sharp eyes. She quietly replied, “He owns a holding company.”
Zhu Yun understood right away. This kind of thing could be looked up easily. She squeezed her daughter’s hand and asked, “Do you feel pressured being with him?”
Wen Yang shook her head. “No. He may look cold, but he’s actually very gentle.”
That much was obvious.
From how he took the suitcase, opened and closed the car door for them—it was clear he had a very good upbringing, just like the very few refined men she’d met in her life.
During dinner:
Fu Xingzhou rarely drank alcohol, but he had a drink with Wen Li. It was the first time Wen Yang saw him drink—white liquor, just a small glass. He didn’t flush when drinking, and he listened attentively as Wen Li spoke. Wen Li noticed that this man didn’t speak much, but had a lot of patience. When he offered Fu Xingzhou a drink, he simply smiled and took a sip.
Wen Li asked, “Do you drink often?”
Fu Xingzhou put down the glass and replied, “Not much.”
“And for business dinners?”
Fu Xingzhou responded, “Occasionally, depending on the situation. It’s mainly for business discussions.”
Wen Li asked, “Qingzhou Group—that’s your company, right?”
Fu Xingzhou smiled and answered, “Yes. It’s my mother’s family business. I’m currently managing it.”
He spoke with a touch of humility.
Wen Li asked again, “Do you smoke?”
Fu Xingzhou shook his head. “I don’t.”
“What hobbies do you have?”
“I play international chess. My life is pretty simple—between work and home. Now that I have Wen Yang, it’s much warmer.”
Fu Xingzhou knew Wen Li was trying to understand and probe him, so he didn’t hide anything and answered frankly.
Wen Li put down his glass and said, “International chess, huh? I used to like it when I was younger. These days, I prefer Go.”
Fu Xingzhou smiled and replied, “I’ll play a few rounds with you sometime, Uncle.”
Wen Li: “Great.”
This man picked up on things quickly.
On the other side of the table, Zhu Yun and Wen Yang chatted while eating. They could also hear the men’s conversation. Zhu Yun looked at her and asked, “That time you said you were learning chess—he taught you?”
Wen Yang nodded and replied softly, “He’s taught me quite a bit.”
Zhu Yun understood.
She and Wen Li had already looked into his background. They’d found out his details.
This kind of man—there was no comparison. Cheng Yanyu wasn’t even on the same level. Zhu Yun felt relieved that Wen Yang had moved on so quickly and met someone even better.
Still, she squeezed Wen Yang’s hand and said, “If you like him, be with him. If you think it’s right, get married. But don’t be afraid of anything—your dad and I will always be here for you.”
Wen Yang looked up at Zhu Yun, leaned over to wrap her arms around her mother’s shoulder, and said, “I know. Love you, Mom.”
After dinner:
Since both Fu Xingzhou and Wen Li had drunk alcohol, they couldn’t drive. Jiang Yue had brought another driver and a second car to pick them up. He had also arranged a place for them to stay—a star-rated hotel next to the club.
That hotel also belonged to Qingzhou Group.
There were spare rooms at home, but Wen Yang had tested the waters and knew her parents didn’t want to impose—especially since the couple wasn’t married yet. It wouldn’t feel right for the parents to move in.
The club also had vacant apartments, but the environment wasn’t as good as the hotel’s. The hotel was simply more convenient.
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