After several sudden downpours, Guangzhou had abruptly turned cold over the past two days.
Outside a small shop, Lian Youming drew Yan Lingyun over to the telephone and listened to Zhao Lanxiang nag.
"Hello, Mom, I'm listening!"
In the end, they had failed to keep the pregnancy a secret. Not only had Yan's parents found out, but his family knew too.
Sure enough, the moment the call connected, a torrent of scolding came down on him.
Lian Youming smiled sheepishly and hastily tilted his head away from the noise coming through the receiver.
It was already snowing in Xijing.
Unexpectedly, Qin Yuhu's family of four had already gone there.
On reflection, it made sense. They had to leave early. Otherwise, if they ran into the Spring Festival travel rush, coming all the way from icebound, snow-covered Tahe, a delay of a few days would mean hardship for the whole family, young and old.
"You didn't even tell us about something this important! I think you're asking for a beating, boy. Have you been mistreating her?"
"I haven't! You have no idea-I hold her every night when we sleep, and I'm right beside her waiting on her whenever she eats or drinks."
"Pfft!"
The middle-aged woman slurping noodles inside the shop burst out laughing at his words. Two snow-white strands of dried noodles, flecked with chives, promptly shot out of her nostrils. "Oh, why are you telling her all that?"
Yan Lingyun flushed scarlet, gave a little spit, and hurriedly snatched the receiver. Whether because of the pregnancy or something else, she had become terribly sentimental. As they chatted, she began wiping away tears. She no longer called her "Auntie," switching straight to "Mom."
The wedding date had already been settled for a few days after the Spring Festival. Their parents