Xiang Yang gave a wry smile and rubbed Ning Ke's soft, luxuriant hair, faintly scented with lemon. He did not know what taste filled his heart.
Generally speaking, mothers-in-law became more satisfied the more they looked at their sons-in-law. Fathers-in-law were the ones known for being picky. He should not have been worried about Ning Ke's mother.
But Ning Ke's family background was far from simple.
The woman he loved had been born after her father's death, while her father himself had come from the sort of person whose heart harbored wicked designs. Her childhood had been filled with sorrow. For her to have reached this day, Fifth Zuirong could be said to have acted as both father and mother, bearing tremendous merit and hardship alike, inspiring both respect and admiration.
Moreover, she had raised Ning Ke to adulthood. Such feelings were complicated and brimming with protectiveness. Could he truly satisfy her?
"Xiang Yang, oh, Xiang Yang. You have attained the Attain Dao Heavenly Blade and boast that your martial arts have reached great completion, that no one under heaven can make you bow your head. Could a mere woman really leave you at a loss? I refuse to believe such nonsense."
Xiang Yang first fretted over gains and losses, then mocked and encouraged himself. Once he had composed himself, while Ning Ke was still immersed in the warm atmosphere between them, he abruptly lowered his head and, with a smack, stole a kiss from her fair, tender cheek. Then he wrapped her tightly in his arms, as though he wanted to melt this lovely girl into his heart.
"Choosing a day is worse than seizing the day. Let's go visit Auntie now. I would also like to see what sort of exceptional person could raise someone as thoughtful as