When Xu Xu noticed this, he mistakenly assumed that his girlfriend was envious of his sister-in-law and therefore peeled a prawn and placed it on her plate.
“You just focus on eating. I’ll peel the prawns for you.”
“Thanks, Xu Xu.”
“How long have you two known each other? Xu Xu, do your parents know about your relationship with her?”
He squeezed his brows together wryly. “It’s almost been two months since we first met.”
“Do your parents know about this then?” Wang Yiyang repeated his question.
“Yes.”
“You’ve brought Yahan to meet them already?” He pressed on.
His buddy gave a curt, indifferent reply as he focused on peeling the prawns for his girlfriend. “They’ve met.”
“So they’ve approved of your marriage?”
“Pfft… Those old fogeys obviously expressed their disapproval. They want someone from an affluent, scholar-centric family to be their daughter-in-law. The thing is, I’m the one looking for my lifelong partner—not them. I don’t give a hoot about those rich missies.”
He quietly exchanged a look with Zheng Yi. Fang Yahan, on the other hand, stayed silent and slowly tucked into the food.
“I’m telling you, don’t listen to your parents’ arrangements to go marry the so-called perfect rich heiress. That’s just a business transaction with no real feelings involved. It tarnishes the name of love. You should marry the one you truly love.” Xu Xu asserted his stance to take charge of his life with a determined look.
As Ye Erruo cut the foie gras on her plate, she whipped her head in her husband’s direction, asking, “What do Xu Xu’s parents do for a living?”
“His mother is a college professor, while his father is a militarian. His rank is slightly beneath Chief’s, though,” answered Wang Yiyang.
“Oh.”
Mo Jiangye’s friends and buddies had a certain level of social standing and family background. It was quite natural that Xu Xu’s parents would object to them being together since they were not a good match. Each of them came from a different world. He was a scion, while the girl came from a humble family.
“I’m fully aware of this… I’m in no way worthy of a fine gentleman like Xu Xu, but I… I’m truly in love with him.” Fang Yahan began sobbing as she choked out her confession.
“What are you crying for? I’ll be the one marrying you—not my parents. And how are you unworthy of me? They can express their disapproval all they want, but one thing is clear: I’ll definitely make you my wife.” Xu Xu pulled out several pieces of tissue from the side and proceeded to wipe her tears away.
Mo Jiangye placed his cutlery down and picked up the glass of red wine, swirling it in his hands while he turned his cold, inscrutable gaze on the newcomer.
“Look at how thin you are. You should eat more.” The devoted Xu Xu kept putting food on his girlfriend’s plate, selecting only the best ingredients from each dish.
“Ssk… Tissue! Tissue!” Right at this moment, Ye Erruo started swatting the man next to her urgently.
Her husband pulled out a piece of tissue at once, but upon noticing that her eyes had turned moist, he pinched her chin and closed in on her lips to remove the scalding food from her mouth with his own before finally wiping the corners of her lips clean.
“Can’t you blow on the food to make it cool down before eating it?” he admonished her helplessly as he poured her a glass of water.
The woman snorted in response. She had been momentarily distracted earlier, so she had failed to notice that the soup dumplings had just been served, thus unknowingly picking up a piping-hot dumpling and placing it into her mouth.
There was a total of only four little soup dumplings—her most favorite food—on that small plate, and they formed a stark contrast with the other dishes on the dining table.
His lips curled into a smile. “What’s up with that snort?”
While Wang Yiyang and Zheng Yi, who were used to such mushy displays of affection from the couple, remained calm and nonchalant at the sight, Fang Yahan was astounded. Since she had set foot into the house, the man had proven to be an aloof person who was difficult to get along with, so she had not expected to see such a gentle side of him. Even his smile was really mesmerizing…
Indeed, good-looking people were attractive no matter the expression on their faces!
“What’s wrong? Do you want to eat soup dumplings too?” her beau asked.
She bobbed her head shyly. “Yes.”
Her answer made displeasure surge within Mo Jiangye at once, for he had specially ordered these soup dumplings for his dear wife…
