The meal ended with both families in high spirits.
After their cheerful goodbyes, they finally got into the car.
Song Shi'an had originally wanted to bring his parents home with him, but they refused, saying they could just stay at a hotel.
Unable to persuade them, Song Shi'an asked, "Do you want to spend a few more days in Sea City?"
Mother Song shook her head. "No, no. I planted vegetables in the plot by our house. I've been away for so long that if I don't go back soon, they'll all wilt."
Father Song chimed in from the side, "That's right. Home is still more comfortable. Once we've attended your wedding, we'll head back. We've had plenty of fun these days too. You could say we've fulfilled the dream we had when we were young."
Mother Song rolled her eyes at him. "You've got the nerve to say that? When we were young, you sweet-talked me every day, saying you'd take me traveling around the world. All you ever had was a mouth!"
Father Song chuckled foolishly. "Well, aren't we out traveling now? Next time you want to go somewhere, I'll take you."
Mother Song shook her head again and waved a hand. "Forget it, forget it. Traveling costs money and tires you out. I'd rather stay home."
"See? When I say I'll take you traveling, you can't bear to spend the money, yet you still blame me for not taking you out," Father Song muttered quietly.
Lu Mingyu had Xiao Wang drive them back to the hotel, while he drove Song Shi'an home himself.
Only after getting into the car did Song Shi'an let out a sigh of relief.
When they met earlier, he had been terrified that some conflict would break out.
Fortunately, everything had gone quite