"Mom," Lian Qingyang said with grievance, "I’m twenty-seven, not seventy-two."
Zhang Hualian raised her hand and knocked him on the head again, saying, "Xiao Yang, if you were seventy-two, you’d be an old bachelor. Look, your sister’s kid can buy soy sauce already, and you? No idea where your wife is, let alone letting me hold a grandchild."
The longer they spent together, the stronger the bond between Zhang Hualian and Lian Qingyang became. In Zhang Hualian’s heart, Lian Qingyang was now the same as Tang Jun, with the same relationship dynamics. When it was time to scold, Zhang Hualian showed no mercy.
"Mom, I’m a man, men don’t rush..." to get married.
Before he could finish the last two words, Lian He slapped him, saying, "There are three forms of unfilial behavior, the worst is having no offspring."
Lian Qingyang, under attack from both sides: "..."
Fine, the more you say, the more mistakes you make. It’s better to just listen obediently.
"Dad, have some fruit." Tang Yue quietly handed some fruit to Tang Zhengde. After all, Lian Qingyang was Lian He and Zhang Hualian’s child. Now the two were urging Lian Qingyang to get married, anxious to hold a grandchild; she could understand, though she worried Tang Zhengde might have thoughts about it.
"Marriage, it’s like destiny. If it’s yours, it’s yours. If not, you can’t force it." Tang Zhengde, however, didn’t have any unnecessary thoughts. His twenty-plus years with Zhang Hualian couldn’t be reduced to just a moment. If Zhang Hualian truly had a wandering heart, guarding it would be pointless.
He trusted Zhang Hualian wasn’t that kind of person, so he wasn’t unhappy about the scene before him. Instead, he felt pleased with Tang Yue’s actions. Looking at his elegant daughter, though she wasn’t his biological child, from the moment he first heard young Tang Yue call him ’Dad’, he treated her as his own daughter.
From a soft little ball in his arms to being married and having children now, Tang Zhengde was filled with emotions. He said, "Xiao Yue, it’s not just your mom who’s anxious, I’m anxious too. In a few more years, if Xiao Jun still isn’t married, I might be more anxious than Lian He!"
"If that scoundrel dares to put off marriage, I’ll beat him so hard his mom won’t recognize him."
Tang Zhengde doted on Tang Yue, but he was very strict with Tang Jun. Even though Tang Jun was home less often now, Tang Zhengde was not lenient when necessary.
"Dad."
Tang Yue hesitated before looking at Tang Zhengde. Nowadays, Tang Jun was a bit taller than Tang Zhengde, his sturdy body not fat but full of explosive power.
Tang Zhengde, seeing Tang Yue’s expression, understood what she meant. He cleared his throat, a bit uncomfortable, and said, "I’m the father; is he going to hit back?"
"He can run," Tang Yue weakly suggested.
"He dares!"
Tang Zhengde’s eyes widened fiercely, then he realized his gaze was too fierce, and his expression softened a lot. He said, "Xiao Yue, I wasn’t angry at you; don’t overthink."
"No problem, Dad, I was just saying it casually."
Tang Yue smiled and agreed, "Xiao Jun is the most filial; he definitely won’t hit back."
"What are you all talking about?" Zhang Hualian hadn’t heard what the father and daughter were discussing, but seeing Tang Zhengde’s expression, she thought he was talking about something.
Tang Yue quickly explained, "Mom, we were just discussing Xiao Jun’s future marriage with Dad."
"Xiao Jun is getting a wife?" Zhang Hualian instantly beamed with joy. Then, she looked at Lian Qingyang, further belittled him, and said, "Xiao Yang, look, even your younger brother Xiao Jun is getting a wife, and you’re still without a prospect."

Tang Yue recounted the incident to Meng Si Yu, and Meng Si Yu looked at her with a peculiar expression. Tang Yue wasn’t dense. Seeing his expression, she immediately guessed, her eyes lighting up as she looked at Meng Si Yu, asking, "Si Yu, could it be Xiao Jun really has someone?"
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