Mother Song slapped Song Yi’s shoulder: "Hey! You brat, answer my question!"
"This is a very serious and important question. If you’re not planning to get married, make sure everything is handled clearly, got it?"
Song Yi felt her head buzzing.
She licked her lips: "Mom, I rember you also got pregnant before marriage, right?"
Mother Song: "???"
Song Yi leaned closer to her mother and gave her a sweet peck on the cheek, smiling mischievously, "Don’t worry, I’ll try to get married before getting pregnant. But you know how young people are, sotis emotions take over, self-control slips away, when the mood is right, I’ll try to make you a grandmother a bit later."
Mother Song: "..."
"I’m talking about your situation!"
Song Yi: "I’m also talking about my situation."
She looked serious: "Co on, take a look at Tang Si, my boyfriend, your son-in-law."
She held up her phone, showing Mother Song a photo.
In the photo, the man was training a team, looking energetic and righteous, with a hint of wildness.
Mother Song looked, beaming with a smile.
Song Yi observed her mother’s expression, she put away her phone; Mother Song seed reluctant, like she hadn’t seen enough.
A visual feast.
Tang Si was really handso.
Even fighting had a kind of violent beauty.
Song Yi smiled slightly at her own mother: "He’s handso, isn’t he?"
"He is quite handso indeed."
Song Yi blinked: "Yeah, a tough guy, so handso."
"When he acts cute around , I just can’t resist, can you? You have no idea how charming he is."
"..." Song Yi wanted to say more, wanted to describe.
Suddenly she realized this was her mother, not her best friend.
She swallowed those words: "So, with his looks and genes, combined with mine, wouldn’t it be great to contribute to the country’s future generations?"
"Imagine how beautiful and smart our baby would be?" Song Yi: "Even if you beco a grandmother early, wouldn’t such a clever and charming baby be delightful?"
Mother Song: "..."
Clearly, she ca to lecture, but it felt like she was being brainwashed?
Plus, Song Yi and Tang Si’s relationship was truly...
The world of young people was intense.
While during her ti, one got married once pregnant.
"Hey." Song Yi finished, and her gaze shifted outside: "My dad really won’t beat him, right?"
Mother Song: "You’re worried about him? Even if Tang Si gets beaten up, so what? You feel sorry?"
"No." Song Yi licked her lips: "I’m worried Tang Si might beat my dad."
"What?" Mother Song imdiately stood up tensely: "I better go check."
Seeing her mother’s departing figure.
Song Yi chuckled.
Gee, still so naive?
anwhile, Tang Si was about done with his conversation.
Mother Song abruptly opened the door, and both of their gazes fell on her.
Tang Si: "Hello Auntie."
Both Mother Song and him sat properly, realizing they’d been fooled by Song Yi, that tricky brat.
Since childhood, she’s been very cunning, always tricking them.
Yet they always fell for it every single ti.
At that mont, Song Yi slightly peeked her head in, her foxy eyes curling into a beautiful smile: "Mom and Dad, good night."
She walked in, grabbed Tang Si, and dragged him outside: "I’m taking my husband with ."
Tang Si hurriedly said goodbye to them.
...
"Look, look at that, she’s already calling him husband, afraid we don’t know she’s set on Tang Si."
Father Song sipped his tea, his expression calm, not engaging in the topic, rely saying: "Luckily, I’ve already finished the conversation."
He glanced at his wife: "How did Song Yi manage to fool you again?"
"She said you might get beaten up by Tang Si!" Mother Song’s words were sowhat adorably clueless: "Considering his special profession, he surely trains a lot; I thought you couldn’t beat him and ca to help."
Father Song rubbed his temples: "If Tang Si wants to marry our Song Yi, he wouldn’t possibly hit ."
"Even if I hit him, he would have to take it."
Luckily, he knew Song Yi’s nature well, went straight to the point, and finished the talk with Tang Si.
Mother Song looked at Father Song, sat beside him: "How did the chat go?"
Father Song thought for a mont, spoke earnestly: "Well, Tang Si, although he’s a bit older, a bit more mature..."
"Not older than you, not as mature as you, right?" Mother Song interrupted.
She’s like a mother-in-law looking at a son-in-law, the more she looks, the more she likes; in the photo of him training, so handso, so spirited.
If she were younger, she’d definitely be smitten.
Father Song raised his eyes, slightly choked on her words, cleared his throat, continued: "He’s definitely a bit older than Yi Yi."
"A little older is more stable."
Father Song: "...What did Song Yi brainwash you with this ti?"
Mother Song smugly remained silent.
Father Song pressed his lips, continued: "But he’s reliable, quite worthy of marrying, very responsible."
Mother Song chuckled: "Could he be unreliable, lack responsibility? He’s the captain of the criminal investigation squad, full of honors, nurous achievents. Could such a person possibly be a bad choice?"
"True, very true." Father Song lightly chuckled, indulging her: "Whatever my wife says is right."
"Just that things progressed a bit fast, we just happened to co across them."
Old fathers always worry about their daughters.
This comnt was right at Mother Song’s door. She imdiately responded: "You’re shaless to say that, wasn’t I pregnant before marriage too?"
"We barely even dated." Mother Song complained: "At least Tang Si offers Yi Yi security. Look at Song Yi, worried you might do sothing to Tang Si, promptly tricked into coming to intervene; that just proves how much she likes him."
"And look at you, when you were young, you’re ten thousand miles away from Tang Si’s quality and aren’t as good to our daughter. Now I think you’re just a scumbag."
"..." Father Song was rendered speechless, feeling misunderstood.
He pondered, wasn’t that all mutual consent?
"This isn’t about the kids, why is this dragged onto ?"
"Shouldn’t it be?" Look at you at the ti, you..."
...
Tang Si was being dragged away by Song Yi, faintly able to hear them bickering.
Seeing Song Yi’s face accustod to this sight, it seed his little lady indeed often provoked her parents.
All the way being dragged indoors, Song Yi closed the door, pinning Tang Si against it: "What did my dad say to you earlier? Did he hit you?"
She was genuinely afraid he’d get beaten, thus sent her mom to disrupt.
Tang Si looked down at her nonchalantly: "Could you call hubby again?"
"???"
Tang Si bent down, his warm breath washing over her, Song Yi’s heart raced, gazing at his beautiful peach blossom eyes.
His voice bewitching: "Call hubby."
Song Yi took a deep breath, turned her head away.
Damn it, in the heat of the mont, she lost control and revealed her true feelings.
What now? Waiting online, feeling urgent.
The man bent down: "Will you call or not? If not, I’ll..."
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