Chapter 533: How About an Arranged Marriage Between Our Children?

After talking about the Li Family, Han Jingchen then said, "Yanyan, it’s starting to get cold. I’ll go with you to buy clothes this weekend."

Only then did Xinyan remember why she called: "Dad, this weekend might not work. Ye Liyan has been allotted housing at the research institute, and it’s already been tidied up. He plans to have Sili and Siyan live with him. We’ve arranged to go there this weekend.

Before I called you, Jinxuan had just phoned."

Although Han Jingchen felt a bit disappointed, he knew that the arrangement was already made and couldn’t be changed: "Since you’ve planned it already, how about next weekend instead?"

Xinyan clearly understood Han Jingchen’s feelings. Over the years, not having been by his side, he always wanted to make it up: "Dad, you also take care of yourself.

By the way, how’s work going? Is everything smooth?"

Hearing his daughter’s concern, Han Jingchen was overjoyed: "Don’t worry, everything’s fine. Thank you, Yanyan, for your concern."

Xinyan could hear the happiness in his voice from his words.

Xinyan thought of the sweater she was almost done knitting: "Dad, I’ve knitted a sweater for you. It’s almost finished. I can bring it back next weekend, and you can wear it in a few days."

Upon hearing his young lady had knitted him a sweater, Han Jingchen’s smile almost reached his ears: "Yanyan, it makes me happy that you thought of knitting a sweater for Dad. Just don’t tire yourself out. I know your studies are heavy, and you’re also learning medicine with Mr. Du, so make sure to rest enough."

Xinyan knew he was sincere: "Dad, it’s fine. I only knit a little when I’m tired from studying, it clears my mind. It’s like resting."

Knowing he’d soon receive a hand-knitted sweater from his daughter, Han Jingchen’s disappointment about not being able to take his young lady shopping for clothes this weekend vanished completely.

They talked a little more before Xinyan ended the call.

After Han Jingchen hung up, the smile lingered on his face when someone knocked on the office door: "Oh, you seem to be in a good mood."

Han Jingchen saw who it was: "Indeed."

The visitor was Yue Yiming, the secretary of the Railway Bureau’s party committee. He was previously acquainted with Han Jingchen, and they got along well, having joined different sectors in their youth, one in the military, the other in the railroads.

Unexpectedly, in middle age, the two became partners again.

Han Jingchen smiled and gestured for him to sit, getting up to pour him a cup of tea: "Try it, how’s this tea?"

Yue Yiming was also a tea enthusiast: "Oh, where’s this from? Just the aroma speaks of premium quality even before tasting."

Han Jingchen beamed with pride: "This was a gift from my Yanyan a while back. I’m in such a good mood today, I decided to share it."

Yue Yiming, who had no daughters and only two sons, responded: "You’re boasting about your precious daughter again."

Han Jingchen sat back in his seat: "Do I need to boast?"

Yue Yiming, seeing Han Jingchen rise to take his cup, quickly conceded: "Alright, alright, you’re not boasting, I admit, I’m just envious."

Han Jingchen laughed: "Even being envious won’t do you any good. Who asked you not to have a daughter? Your two sons put together might not be as considerate as my Yanyan."

Yue Yiming felt a twinge of heartache at this.

Then Han Jingchen added to his disappointment: "My Yanyan says it’s getting cold, so she knitted a sweater for me. It’ll be done soon. I’ll wear it for you to see one day."

At this point, his smile faded: "Unfortunately, I won’t be able to wear it next week. She’s too busy, so she can’t come home this weekend, only next."

Yue Yiming was nearly rolling his eyes in exasperation.

But he also knew Han Jingchen wasn’t boasting intentionally. His capable daughter was something to be proud of: admitted into the prestigious Jing University, apprenticing under Mr. Du, studying traditional Chinese medicine—something everyone envied.

Yue Yiming, inspired, suggested: "Jingchen, your daughter truly is outstanding. How about we become in-laws?"

Upon hearing this, Han Jingchen quickly waved his hands: "No way, my young lady is beautiful like a flower, while your sons—black as coal and scary. Don’t frighten my young lady."