Song Jiahe, on the other hand, felt nothing unusual. The moment she entered the courtyard, her big, lively eyes darted around curiously before settling firmly on Chen Lin.
My brother-in-law looks so much more handsome than last time!
And why do all those soldiers listen to him?
Could he be the highest-ranking officer among them?
The family of three was welcomed into the main room.
Chen Lin deftly took tea leaves from the cabinet, boiled water, and rinsed the cups, his movements flowing seamlessly.
Soon, three steaming cups of tea were set on the table before them.
"Uncle, Auntie, have some tea."
Song Guoan looked at the clear tea before him. As he lifted the cup with both hands, his fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly.
He felt as though he were holding holy water rather than tea.
Ye Qingqing barely dared to breathe. She raised her cup and took small sips, her mind a complete jumble.
Without their daughter there, neither of them had the slightest confidence in front of this impossibly young son-in-law.
Fortunately, the suffocating awkwardness did not last long.
Outside the courtyard gate, the familiar sound of a car engine drew closer.
A white Bentley Continental pulled smoothly to a stop.
The doors opened, and Song Qiuya emerged first, looking sharp in a white skirt suit. Almost simultaneously, that alluring minx Qin Chuxia hopped out on the other side.
She wore a fiery red spaghetti-strap maxi dress that day. Her long, rose-red hair gleamed in the sunlight, and a bold, confident smile graced her face as she followed without the slightest hesitation.
"Mom!"
As soon as Song Qiuya entered the courtyard and saw Ye Qingqing sitting in the main room, her cool eyes filled with delighted surprise and tenderness.
"Oh, my sweet girl!" As though she had finally