Chapter 102: Engagement March
“Lingyan, how have you been lately? Has this brat been bullying you…” He had called his son a darling just moments ago, but now he was calling him a brat. Han Wuyu looked at his mother with a darkened expression; the contrast was too stark.
Yin Lingyan saw Han Wuyu’s slightly twitching lips and gave him a reassuring look. She then obediently continued chatting with Mother Han.
Mother Han was a very intelligent woman. From her conversation with Yin Lingyan, every word and sentence revealed her caution and seriousness.
“Aunt, I… I want to tell you something.” Yin Lingyan summoned all her courage and looked at Mother Han, feeling extremely nervous, afraid of seeing disgust in her eyes.
Mother Han let out an uncomprehending hum and looked at her with doubt. Yin Lingyan squeezed her fist, fiercely encouraging herself internally, and even took a deep breath.
“Actually…” Yin Lingyan had only spoken two words when there was a knock on the door. Mother Han gave Yin Lingyan an apologetic glance.
“How many cups do we have left at home?” Following the sound, Father Han suddenly returned from outside, which was unexpected for Yin Lingyan.
The courage she had just mustered vanished in an instant. Mother Han glared at Father Han, “Go look for yourself. Can’t you see your daughter-in-law and I are chatting?”
It was only then that Father Han noticed Yin Lingyan. He froze, then without a word, he silently returned to the room.
Yin Lingyan hadn’t recovered from the shock. Seeing Father Han’s expression and actions, she felt in her heart that Father Han disliked her. But…
Inside the room…
Father Han went to Han Wuyu’s room. After entering, he looked around like a thief before opening the door and walking in.
Han Wuyu had just finished changing his clothes when he saw Father Han, who seemed to have something to say.
“Dad, what’s wrong?” Han Wuyu looked at Father Han with doubt.
Father Han made a shushing gesture, then quietly asked, “Son, is that my future beautiful and elegant daughter-in-law?”
From this sentence, Han Wuyu could tell that Father Han really liked Yin Lingyan, because Father Han had a sort of obsessive-compulsive tendency. He always spoke about people and things he liked in a very comical way.
“Yes,” Han Wuyu replied indifferently. He had seen Father Han like this many times. The formidable businessman outside was completely different at home.
Father Han’s face lit up immediately. He clapped his hands repeatedly, “Excellent! I’ll go get my heirloom.”
Heirloom?
Upon hearing “heirloom,” Han Wuyu stumbled. He didn’t recall the family having so many heirlooms. Mother Han had already brought one out before; could there be more?
Han Wuyu looked at Father Han suspiciously. Father Han couldn’t help but feel the questioning gaze and immediately clapped Han Wuyu on the shoulder.
“Brat, you don’t believe I have an heirloom?”
Han Wuyu nodded, genuinely not believing it. If one were to talk about a good husband, Father Han would be the one. In front of Mother Han, Father Han was practically two words: attentive. But outside, Mother Han was extremely cooperative with Father Han; they were simply two different people at home.
He truly found it hard to believe that Father Han, this devoted husband, would secretly hoard things.
“Alas, this is a long story,” Father Han said profoundly. Hearing this, Han Wuyu naturally replied,
“‘A long story’ is only four words.” This was the first time Han Wuyu had seen such humor. It successfully provoked an angry glare from Father Han.
Han Wuyu rubbed his nose, remaining silent outwardly, but thinking inwardly, “A long story” is indeed four words.
