No one mentioned anything about this "meet the parents" arrangement beforehand.
Wasn't it just about training a food-aggressive dog?
If I'd known there were other things involved...
That would've been a different price!
Privately, putting on wings for myself in the apartment was always a personal matter.
But being selected by a girl's kind parents as a "promising young man" to scrutinize—
That's no joke!
This kind of thing isn't just about giving the girl an explanation; you've got to answer to her parents too.
Lin Yu quickly adjusted his mood, working hard to manage his expression, pretending he hadn't heard anything.
Meanwhile, Mao Ruirui beside him was surprisingly carefree...
Ignorance really is bliss!
She had no idea that the guy she had her eye on had just been voluntarily delivered to someone else's doorstep by her own doing.
Before long,
the elderly couple returned from the kitchen together—
one carrying a tea set on a tray, the other holding a plate of sliced watermelon.
Lin Yu and Mao Ruirui reacted identically,
springing up from the couch to help take the items from Father and Mother Chang.
Lin Yu: "Thank you, Uncle and Auntie, let me handle it."
Mao Ruirui: "Oh, Uncle and Auntie, you’re too kind! There’s no need to fuss over us. We’re fine just sitting here."
Neither Father nor Mother Chang relinquished their hold, insisting on proper hospitality as they carefully placed everything on the coffee table.
Father Chang sat on a small stool and personally poured tea for the two.
Mother Chang picked up the watermelon and handed each of them a slice.
The warmth of their hospitality filled Lin Yu’s heart.
No wonder Xiaoxiao was so well-mannered and considerate outside—it was clearly thanks to her parents' influence.
As Lin Yu and Mao Ruirui started on the watermelon, the real "meeting" began.
Father Chang: "Xiao Yu, Xiaoxiao mentioned that you’re still in university but already working on your own ventures."
"Among young people these days, someone as outstanding as you is truly rare."
As he spoke, Father Chang handed over a cup of tea.
Lin Yu hurriedly set down his watermelon and reached out with both hands to receive it.
Father Chang: "It’s hot, let me."
With that,
Father Chang deftly avoided Lin Yu’s hands and placed the cup steadily in front of him.
Had Lin Yu not overheard the couple’s whispers in the kitchen,
he might not have read too much into this casual conversation.
But now that he had, he couldn’t help but analyze the deeper meaning behind "the old leader’s" words.
On the surface,
Father Chang was indeed praising Lin Yu.
But what he really wanted to know was the status of Lin Yu’s "ventures."
Lin Yu could’ve played dumb and brushed it off,
but if he didn’t address the underlying question, Father and Mother Chang would surely circle back with another approach.
The couple meant no harm,
and Lin Yu saw no reason to dance around the truth.
So he opted for modesty:
"Uncle, what I do hardly counts as a venture."
"I just like writing a bit in my free time—earns me some pocket money."
"Most young people these days can’t sit still; we all want to get a taste of the real world early."
"Xiaoxiao hasn’t graduated yet either, right? She’s the one really getting out there and gaining experience."
"I’m not the bold type—if I took on a part-time job, I’d probably worry about messing it up."
With that,
he downplayed his "ventures" while subtly complimenting Xiaoxiao.
However,
when you try to stay low-key, there’s always someone who insists you shouldn’t.
It’s not the foolish ones you have to worry about—it’s the ones who are both foolish and eager!
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! Your humble and courteous demeanor has deeply impressed your Dao Companion!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones]
Lin Yu: "......"
Humble and courteous?
Oh no—
he’d forgotten about Mao Ruirui sitting right beside him.
Father Chang’s words had only half-registered with Mao Ruirui,
but Lin Yu’s response? She caught every word.
His achievements in "writing" had long been a point of pride in their apartment.
The reason Chang Xiaoxiao knew about it was because Mao Ruirui never missed a chance to sing his praises.
Now,
in Mao Ruirui’s mind, Lin Yu was further bathed in the glow of being "the charming guy I brought along."
Hearing him downplay himself so much, she couldn’t resist adding:
"Xiao Yu is always too modest—he’s underselling himself."
"Uncle, Auntie, he really is an exceptional young man."
"The money he makes online? He bought his own computer, his own camera."
"Our landlady—his aunt—told me he even used his earnings to pay her shop’s rent. Several years’ worth!"
Father Chang’s eyes widened. "Oh my, that’s impressive!"
Mao Ruirui blinked. "Not enough? It’s a lot! Three years’ rent—nearly 200,000!"
Lin Yu shot Mao Ruirui a pained look: "......"
This is a disaster!
Mao Ruirui’s intention was to hype up the guy she’d brought along—show how amazing he was.
But Father and Mother Chang weren’t asking out of casual curiosity!
With Mao Ruirui’s "helpful" additions,
Lin Yu’s earlier humility had just become another point in his favor.
Now, he didn’t even know how to respond.
Soon after,
Mother Chang cheerfully announced:
"I’ll go wash some more peaches. You all keep chatting."
Father Chang raised his teacup, extending it toward Lin Yu first:
"Here, let’s drink while we talk."
Lin Yu, flustered, cupped his glass with both hands and lowered it slightly to clink with Father Chang’s:
"Of course, of course. Thank you, Uncle."
Father Chang didn’t play favorites—he tapped his cup against Mao Ruirui’s as well.
They all took a sip.
Once Father Chang set his cup down, Lin Yu stood up.
He picked up the teapot and refilled both Father Chang’s and Ruirui’s cups.
As a guest, he couldn’t let someone Father Chang’s age keep serving him.
At the very least, he had to show some awareness.
Father Chang nodded approvingly, his smile growing.
The way he looked at Lin Yu now was downright fond.
Young, capable, polite—a promising young man with a bright future.
Far better than Old Zhang’s kid!
What Lin Yu never expected was that
the skills he’d honed drinking with his boss in his past life would come in handy here.
All thanks to Ruirui’s "help"!
Right now, Lin Yu was desperately hoping Chang Xiaoxiao would hurry back.
Where did she go to buy oyster sauce?
Was it really that far?
At this point, he’d gladly go buy it himself.
Once a topic like this got rolling, there was no easy way to stop it—
especially when the other party was genuinely interested and wanted to know more.
Father Chang casually remarked:
"Xiao Yu, a young man as outstanding as you must have plenty of girls at school who like you."
"Young people today are much bolder than we were back then."
He wasn’t even asking a direct question—just tossing out a topic!
But Lin Yu knew exactly what Father Chang was hinting at.
He wanted to know if Lin Yu was seeing anyone at school.
Sigh.
Another unavoidable question—one he couldn’t lie about, either.
Not with Mao Ruirui right there!
He couldn’t exactly say he’d dated half the campus, could he?
......
(First update for today! Working hard on the next chapters—thanks for your patience and support!)
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