Yang Bingqing.
Mingshen’s mother and the old mistress of the Yang family, who now had only one aim in her life - Find a bride for her son so that she could see the faces of her grandchildren as soon as possible.
But considering Mingshen’s personality, it was a grave challenge to say the least that finding a normal woman for her abnormal son was close to impossible.
But Yang Bingqing found her salvation in the form of Jia, who she t while she was still imprisoned in Mingshen’s lab after waking up from her coma.
The first eting between them had gone sothing like this -
"Marry my son please," Yang Bingqing had hopefully asked.
"Absolutely not," was Jia’s straight rejection.
"He-he is not that bad..."
"Mam, please look into my eyes and say that again. You know the truth yourself."
"He has so redeeming points. He is very handso!"
"The heart should be beautiful, not the face."
"...Y-you two will have really beautiful children."
"I don’t think this world needs version 2.0 of Yang Mingshen."
"I am sure he will be good in bed too!"
Jia had choked hard and shell-shocked. "Excuse ?"
"A good sex life also matters for a woman!" She blushed. "My husband is really good at it, so I know it’s in the genes."
"Even if his performance is A , I would still refrain. I would rather be a celibate!"
Yang Bingqing cried. "He has loads of money, you know."
"I would rather live in poverty, Mam."
"Oh, dear! Now I am sure that I want you as my daughter-in-law! Your sharp tongue and words and that indifferent gaze and attitude are just what Mingshen needs! I am sure he will be a changed man once he marries you..." she sobbed. "I finally found the one I was looking for!"
"..."
It was like the conversation made a smooth playback once again in Jia’s mind.
"...A-Aunt Yang. How are you?" Jia struggled to smile.
Yang Binging hugged her hard. "I am NOW good now that I finally see you! It feels like such a long ti."
She then exhaled a sharp breath. "What happened to your leg?"
"It’s okay, Aunt. Just so skirmish with bad people."
Her eyes narrowed. "Hoooo. Who are they?"
"They are dead~" Mingshen arrived, noticing the chaos outside followed by Bojing and Shilin.
She clapped her hands once in delight. "That’s wonderful then~!"
Yang Binging then noticed Huojin’s presence and squinted her eyes again. "Who are you?"
"Mo Huojin. Jia and I work together on cases," he smiled, though he could clearly see the suspicion in her eyes.
"Rest assured, Mam. We aren’t romantically involved."
Jia was dumbfounded.
Why did you specially ntion that?
Yang Binging’s face blossod. "Oh is that so? Then it’s fine! You should understand that I have already chosen her as my daughter-in-law," she proudly harrumphed.
"..."
Huojin chuckled. "I don’t think Jia has chosen your son though."
"I believe that will soon be sorted out," she smirked.
Aunt, you shouldn’t have unrealistic dreams, Jia thought.
"After all, I know it already. Things have quite progressed between Jia and Mingshen, haha."
She frowned.
Progressed?
Yang Binging blushingly waved her hand. "Spending the evening at Jia’s house and then gifting her sexy panties...what else does this an?"
A long mont of silence stretched in the air as if sobody had died.
Huojin, Bojing and Shilin - all three stared at Jia in unison with a common question reflecting in their eyes.
Mingshen sent you...panties?
Huojin covered his mouth with his palm. "Panties..."
Wait, was that the gift he was talking about in the tattoo parlor before?
Mingshen nodded to himself apparently in awe of his intelligence.
"J-Jia, you are hiding so many things from now...I don’t even know if I feel like your friend anymore," Huojin wiped his eyes.
Jia shook hard, her knuckles cracking and her lips twisting into a ugly smile.
"And I wasn’t aware of this," Yang Bingqing threw a murderous glare at her son, "but apparently my son had kissed you too! My useless son, who never dreamt anything other than his dical tools, kissed a woman out of his own wishes. As a mother, I cannot be happier..."
She took out her handkerchief and wiped the corner of her eyes.
"A-Aunt!"
"Yes, dear? Oof, why are we talking outside like this anyway? Co ho! Cheng will be thrilled to et you~ Let’s all gossip inside."
Huojin grabbed the first chance to escape. "You all enjoy, Mrs. Yang. I have things to do. So adieus. Bye, Jia."
"Huojin! Huojin!!"
"The young man must be really busy. But you are free, right? Right? So let’s go!"
"Yes, Mom. Spicy is always thrilled to spend ti with ~ I bet her heart must be dancing with such joy at the thought of having lunch with us," he expertly poured more oil into the fire.
Yang Binging sparkled. "Then let’s go. You know, Jia? I prepared the lunch myself. It would be so nice to have you join us!"
She looked back at Bojing, who was trying to sneakily leave with Shilin. "Bojing! And you are the newbie, Shilin, right? Co with us! You must all be hungry~"
Seeing the cold war between Jia and Mingshen, Bojing had absolutely no plans to stay anywhere in the vicinity. "Sh-Shilin and I have l-lots of work to do, A-Aunt..."
Shilin caught the lie and went along with it. "Apologies, Mrs. Yang. But I will accompany Senior Lu. I have a lot to learn."
"Oof. You all youngsters work too hard," she pouted with dissatisfaction. "Don’t beco like Mingshen!"
"Why must you take them away from the path of greatness, Mom?"
"Shut up!"
Yang Binging let them go. "Fine but next ti we’ll all have lunch together!"
"Promise!" And Bojing scurried inside with his junior.
Jia coughed. "I also have wo-"
"A lot of free ti, right?" She chirped. "As you should have. Cops are too hard working. So let us have a lovely break~"
She hung her arm around Jia’s and with her bright, expectant eyes urged her which had no scope of any rejection. "Let’s head ho, shall we?"
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