Yu Huizhi’s intention was just to be polite; after all, family scandals shouldn’t be revealed. When her son brings two girlfriends ho, she and Li Qiyuan are definitely going to ask Li Peifeng so questions that wouldn’t be convenient for outsiders to hear, and Zhao Qingge staying would be awkward.
"Sure."
"Hmm, the hotel is booked, you can just look for..."
Yu Huizhi’s lips twitched: "Qingge, are you having lunch here?"
Zhao Qingge nodded slightly: "I’m indeed a bit hungry, is it convenient?"
"...It’s very convenient."
Yu Huizhi forced a smile: "Great, when Fengfeng arrives, you can join us in educating him. He might not listen to and his dad, but as Fengfeng’s ntor, he’ll definitely listen to you."
Zhao Qingge gladly agreed: "I will, Sister Yu, don’t worry."
That’s right, after chatting just now, Yu Huizhi strongly suggested Zhao Qingge not be so formal and just call her Sister. Although Zhao Duoduo was sowhat unwilling, calling her Sister was better than Teacher, which would feel too distant from the family, so she reluctantly agreed...
"Ah, Qingge, you’re really too good to our Fengfeng." Yu Huizhi sighed and lanted: "But this kid is indeed wayward and outrageous; otherwise, I would want Fengfeng to beco your godson."
God, godson?
Oh no, am I going to beco Li Peifeng’s godmother?!
Zhao Qingge’s heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly waved her hands: "No, no! No godson!"
Yu Huizhi felt a bit awkward but still smiled brightly: "By the way, Qingge, I don’t know what your husband does?"
"...I’m single."
"Single, huh?"
Yu Huizhi’s surprise was evident, but she quickly expressed understanding: "Look at my mory; I asked this question the last ti I saw you. Being single is good, you look so young, like you’re only in your mid-twenties, no rush... but thirty-three, huh? Just past this year, so you’re thirty-four now?"
Zhao Qingge put down her crossed right leg, lowered her head to adjust her black trousers, and softly responded.
"Thirty-four... that’s the age."
Yu Huizhi began to worry for Zhao Qingge: "If you want to have children, you need to hurry this year; otherwise, it really might be difficult later."
Zhao Qingge’s eyelids drooped slightly, suddenly recalling the scene a few days ago when she brought Li Peifeng to et her parents, her lips moved a bit but made no sound.
"Qingge, do you have any standards for a partner?"
"...Anything will do."
Li Qiyuan ca out of the kitchen, peeling a potato as he laughed: "Honey, why don’t you take Teacher Qingge to see your work? Just chatting is boring."
"Yes!"
Yu Huizhi realized she might have chosen the wrong topic, making Zhao Qingge seem reluctant to talk. Hearing her husband’s suggestion, she brightened up, and after asking Zhao Qingge’s opinion, the two of them headed to the stairs in the corner of the living room and went up to the attic.
It was the exclusive studio belonging to Artist Yu Huizhi, but besides her own works, there were family portraits and photos of Li Peifeng from childhood to now. The most eye-catching of all was the large characters hanging on the wall upon ascending upstairs...
In the style of Yan Kai, dignified, masculine, and strictly regulated, the characters were beautiful. But strangely, the inscription wasn’t the usual sayings or long poems like ’A harmonious family prospers’, ’Purple air cos from the east’, ’The greatest virtue is like water’, or ’Peace breeds growth’. Instead, it was just a simple phrase,
[Today is the youngest day for the rest of my life.]
"What’s this?"
"My husband wrote it." Yu Huizhi smiled with her eyes squinting, looking very proud: "Interesting, right?"
"Mhm, the characters are beautiful, and the aning is special."
Zhao Qingge withdrew her gaze from the inscription, glancing around at the paintings and family photos on the walls, and the silly look of young Li Peifeng that’s full of mischief. She couldn’t help but chuckle softly.
Is this your ho? Warm and interesting, with parents loving and sweet to each other, but how did you turn out to be such a rascal?!
Better hurry ho and face the music!
"Click~"
At the sa ti, in the foyer of the living room downstairs, the front door slowly opened...
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