Liu Xinyu's father looked to be in his fifties. He was distinguished-looking, though somewhat thin, and simply standing there, he carried an air of quiet authority.
Wang Xiaoliang stole a look at him and realized that Liu Xinyu took more after his mother.
His mother looked to be in her early forties at most. She had taken excellent care of herself, with fair, smooth skin and a gentle smile that gave her a kindly, approachable air.
Both parents spoke Mandarin with thick Fucheng accents.
Wang Xiaoliang wondered how Liu Xinyu had managed to develop such standard Mandarin after growing up in a family with such pronounced accents.
Liu Xinyu's parents were extremely courteous. Before their group had even entered the villa, both were already standing in the foyer, waiting with smiles.
They put on none of the airs of wealthy family heads. Instead, they were warm and attentive, like elders in an ordinary family.
After a brief exchange of greetings and pleasantries, everyone was led straight to the dining table.
Wang Xiaoliang looked around and noticed that the villa's layout was exactly the same as Liu Xinyu's grandfather's.
The interior decor, however, was completely different.
His grandfather's home featured stately, substantial Chinese-style rosewood furniture, while this place had black wooden furniture with clean, flowing lines, giving it a more modern, fashionable feel.
Distinctively shaped potted plants stood in the corners of the living room and hallway, their lush greenery adding just the right touch of life to the space.
Instead of only paintings by renowned artists, the walls displayed an artful arrangement of everyday photographs: records of Liu Xinyu growing up, warm family portraits of the three of them, and a few evocative works of calligraphy and painting interspersed among them.
The whole home felt richly lived-in without losing its