"Qiao Yicheng, let's get married."
Ye Xiaolang was a proactive person. She knew what she wanted and worked hard to pursue it. In that respect, she was quite outstanding.
Qiao Yicheng, on the other hand, was somewhat passive. Growing up, he had lacked warmth and love. At the same time, he had little experience when it came to relationships between men and women.
There had originally been Wen Juyan, but that relationship had ended without result. After that, he had shut himself away and remained despondent for a long time, until he met Ye Xiaolang and her radiant smile.
Though Song Qingyuan, Qi Weimin, and even Wang Yan seemed not to think highly of it, Qiao Yicheng was also stubborn as hell. If he had not been, he could never have taken on the roles of both father and mother.
Of course, with everyone else disapproving, he could not help having his doubts. But as they spent more and more time together, Ye Xiaolang came to seem, in his eyes, like a brave, cheerful, romantic woman—the one who filled his thoughts and dreams.
And today, one year later, Ye Xiaolang had taken the initiative to say those words. Like an autumn wind ruthlessly sweeping away fallen leaves, they tore through every last one of Qiao Yicheng's defenses...
So the Old Qiao family held a small gathering.
The restaurant had long since begun operating, but the entire family unanimously voted to eat at home instead. After all, she was coming to get to know the family. Eating at the restaurant and then going home afterward just would not feel right. Thus, the Old Qiao home, which had not cooked a meal in ages, was once again filled with the fragrance of food...
"Ah, cooking at home really is more comfortable," Old