"Yan Zisong!" The two people spoke at the same time, looking at each other, and seemed to have made a decision.
Qin Xiaoman stood up first, stood behind his seat, and put his hands on his shoulders.
"Let's go back to your house sometime."
She fiddled with his still damp hair and said, "It's our fault that we didn't tell your parents about getting married. No matter what, go back and admit your mistake."
"Your dad is also my dad," Qin Xiaoman smiled mischievously, "I don't believe he can really drive me out of your house..."
He took her hand and said, "You don't know, my mother..."
"It was really unfilial for you to talk to her like that just now, you know?" Qin Xiaoman patted his head with some dissatisfaction, "You got married secretly and you blame others for criticizing you..."
"It's not because of this that you have suffered too much when you were with me..." Yan Zisong sighed. Did he still have a trace of fantasy in his heart?
"No matter what the reason is, I won't be afraid when I'm with you," Qin Xiaoman rested her head on his neck, "Just be nicer to me in the future, okay?"
The words that just came to my mouth were swallowed back into my stomach. Maybe, if you wait a little longer, you might be able to find the best solution.
At Yan Zisong's insistence, the newlyweds took the lead in visiting the woman's family on the first weekend after their marriage.
When Yan Zisong respectfully put a set of real estate documents and door keys with Qin Xiaoman's name on the table, the room was filled with the reluctance to let go of his first-married daughter and because of this special situation.
The faint sadness brought about by the marriage changed the aura.
"Mom and Dad, this is a holiday apartment in Meibian, City D. You and I can live there for a while after you retire. The scenery is very nice and the air is good."
"Zisong, how can this be done?" Qin Yanzhi said sternly, "Because of the rush of preparations for your wedding, Xiaoman's mother and I didn't have time to carefully prepare the dowry for our daughter. You are making it even more difficult for us."
Yan Zisong, on the other hand, pretended to be embarrassed, "Dad, you brought all the Chinese paintings of Zhang Daqian that you collected as wedding gifts to us. Do you still think that the dowry for Xiaoman is not enough? Your son-in-law is a commoner and cannot take it.
No matter how high-end the betrothal gift comes, all I have is a house and a hotel. I have to keep the hotel to support my family. After thinking about it, the only thing I have is a house..."
Ning Yabei and Qin Xiaoman looked at the man's pretentious frown and burst into laughter. Qin Yanzhi had no choice but to shake his head.
"Okay, this kid, he doesn't look like a general manager!" Ning Yabei smiled and walked towards the kitchen, "The food is ready, come and eat."
The new son-in-law, who came to the house for the first time, was obviously trying hard to make a good impression on his father-in-law and mother-in-law. He volunteered to wash the dishes in the kitchen just after dinner.
In the living room, Ning Yabei sat next to Qin Xiaoman, stroking her hand.
"Even before mom loves you enough, you have grown up and suddenly become someone else's wife."
"mom......"
There was a "bang", and the three people in the living room couldn't help but look towards the kitchen. Yan Zisong leaned out half of his body and waved his hand covered with detergent foam, "Sorry, I just wiped out a plate."