Motherly Love, Filial Daughterly Affection

After watching Liu Chang'an leave, An Nuan finally let go of Han Zhizhi, afraid that the crazy girl would chase after Liu Chang'an and shout "brother-in-law" or something, which would be too embarrassing.

"This young man has a clean and tidy appearance, and a calm demeanor." Professor Ling, a woman of her age, certainly doesn't judge a person solely on their looks. After watching Liu Chang'an's retreating figure, she turned her gaze back and said to An Nuan with a smile.

"No, he didn't. He practiced with us today and didn't even take a shower. He smelled of sweat." An Nuan said shyly.

"Then why are you still clinging to him so tightly!" Han Zhizhi immediately exposed An Nuan.

An Nuan could only give her a light tap, thinking, "Won't she be the same once she's in a relationship?"

"He just walks too slowly. Look at him, he only walks such a short distance after swaying like that," Professor Ling added.

"He's free now. The other day, when that idiot was blocking Nuan Nuan, he ran from the River East to the River West, and he came over in the blink of an eye." Han Zhizhi was still a little envious that a boy was willing to fight for An Nuan and even became her boyfriend. At that time, An Nuan said that she and Liu Chang'an were just good friends. It seems that her wish has come true today.

"How dare you speak like that?" Professor Ling said sternly, glaring at Han Zhizhi.

Han Zhizhi disagreed. These days, if a girl doesn't swear a few times, people will think she's a green tea bitch and pretentious.

Of course, An Nuan is an exception; anyone who says An Nuan is a green tea girl should be killed.

"Let's go home. I've been practicing all day, and I'm so sleepy," An Nuan said.

I'll come over and sleep with you tonight.

An Nuan nodded. A girl coming over to sleep means she has something to gossip about with you that night.

"Go to bed early. You have a driving lesson scheduled for tomorrow morning. Don't get up too late and then complain about the heat and not wanting to go."

"Ugh, I really don't want to go."

I have to go to school tomorrow morning too.

Professor Ling didn't continue discussing Liu Chang'an, but quietly sent Liu Yuewang a message: Your precious daughter came back holding her boyfriend's hand.

Professor Ling didn't think this counted as informing. Since An Nuan was so open, it meant she wasn't afraid of being seen by others.

I'm eighteen now, I've graduated from high school, and it's perfectly perfectly legitimate for me to be in a relationship.

When An Nuan returned home, Liu Yuewang was fiddling with the fruit washing machine she had just bought that day. It was filled with large, bright red and purplish cherries, about 3J in size, which were jumping and tumbling in the water. Liu Yuewang sat there watching them, looking very interested, with her phone next to her.

An Nuan coughed softly, took off her shorts, stood on tiptoe next to Liu Yuewang, and put her arm around her shoulder.

"I heard you have a boyfriend?" Liu Yuewang turned her head and said with a stern expression.

An Nuan giggled, looking shy and a little embarrassed, but she wouldn't deny it.

I sent you a message, please take a look.

Why not just say it directly? An Nuan wondered, taking out her phone. She saw that the message she received was a forwarded article from a marketing account. "You'll regret not reading this! One hundred ironclad rules mothers should teach their daughters about dating, saving the futures of countless families and young girls!"

"What are all these things?!" An Nuan puffed out her cheeks and looked at Liu Yuewang.

Liu Yuewang continued fiddling with the fruit washing machine. Now that they had already held hands, the matter was settled. This girl was actually very opinionated. Liu Yuewang knew that there was no point in saying anything now, but of course, she wasn't as calm as she appeared on the surface. She still had some feelings in her heart. The important thing was to find an opportunity to personally test and observe Liu Chang'an.

"Mom, I need a favor." An Nuan used a coquettish tone.

"I'll transfer you 10,000 yuan later. When a girl is in a relationship, she shouldn't always expect the boy to pay, and there's no need to insist on splitting the bill. If he treats you this time, you treat him next time." Liu Yuewang thought for a moment and came up with a smarter idea. She took out a credit card and gave it to An Nuan. "Let's just use the card."

This way, Liu Yuewang could know what they consumed and where they were each time. If they were using pre-authorization in dangerous places like hotels, Liu Yuewang could simply rush over and attack.

"No, I still have money, and it's inconvenient to use a credit card. I can't link your card to my own payment account anyway." An Nuan shook her head.

"Then tell me, what is it?"

"Mom, will you teach me how to sew?"

Liu Yuewang turned her head, looking calmly at An Nuan, but her eyes gradually welled up with tears. Finally, she said angrily, "You heartless wretch! I raised you with so much hardship, shedding tears and snot all the way, and now that you're grown up, you haven't been filial to me, haven't even thought of making clothes for me. But once you're in a relationship, you suddenly become so thoughtful!"

"Mom, my grandma took care of me until I was ten, and I started doing housework frequently from the age of twelve. What you're saying is going too far," An Nuan said unmoved. This mother of hers was always so dramatic.

"Besides, even if I made you clothes, would you wear them?" No one knows a mother better than her daughter. Professor Liu Yuewang cares most about her image. It doesn't matter if people say her teaching is bad, her research results are plagiarized, or her papers are copied. But it's absolutely unacceptable to say she's not pretty or has a bad figure. If she went out wearing poorly made clothes, she would probably faint from shame as soon as she met other people's eyes.

"Fine, that's all your logic." Liu Yuewang snorted heavily. "You should just give up. Making clothes takes three to five years of practice; otherwise, you'll only produce shoddy work. Back in the day, apprentices in tailor shops started doing odd jobs at seven or eight, and their masters only began teaching them at fourteen or fifteen. They wouldn't graduate until they were at least twenty."

"Is it that difficult? I don't need to be at Liu Chang'an's level." An Nuan wasn't going to give up so easily.

"Yeah, how can his skill level be so high?" Liu Yuewang still found it hard to believe.

"Don't worry about him. Of course, he's different from ordinary people." An Nuan smiled sweetly.

Liu Yuewang scoffed. How shallow. Just thinking about being in a relationship makes her reek of disgust.

"Are you going to teach me or not?!"

"I'll teach you, it's fine. You're so Yellow River, I have to let you experience your mother's extraordinary qualities. Do you want a Western style or a Chinese style?"

"Chinese style."

"Forget it, you don't have the talent for tailoring. You're too clumsy. Just learn to make a set of clothes instead. Start with the basic design, and I'll teach you step by step. The point is, you have to make something that you can wear out in public." Liu Yuewang was ambitious. Liu Chang'an was quite capable, and she had to support her daughter so that she wouldn't fall too far behind others. She didn't want her daughter to be laughed at if the clothes she made were too ugly.

"Thank you, Mom!" An Nuan hugged Liu Yuewang and kissed her hard, she was so happy.

Have you kissed anyone?

"Mom!"

"What's there to be ashamed of?"

"We only held hands today, this is nothing!"

"That will be at least a year from now."

"What!"

"Pah, shameless."

The mother and daughter chatted, and Liu Yuewang sighed with emotion as she murmured. She stroked her daughter's soft hair, admiring her delicate figure and realizing how womanly she had become. She realized that her daughter had finally grown up and she had to worry about her love life.

"If Liu Chang'an dares to bully An Nuan, I'll make sure he pays off," Liu Yuewang thought to herself, picking up her phone. It had been a long time since she'd chatted with that friend; who told him to say she was fat?

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