Chapter 244 - 242: His Own Father Is Dishing Dirt Online?

Chapter 244: Chapter 242: His Own Father Is Dishing Dirt Online?

"Uncle Ye, Ye Ling and I actually had an agreement. We’d come see you first this winter break, and then go see my parents..."

Ning Ruoxi chose her words carefully, her cheeks flushing as she spoke:

"As for the engagement... I think we should wait until after Ye Ling has met my parents, don’t you?"

Although she had long since decided in her heart to marry Ye Ling, she still felt a little shy being asked about it by Ye Feng.

’It just feels a little strange, somehow.’

It was no wonder, really. After all, Ning Ruoxi had just turned eighteen, and here they were, already discussing marriage...

To be honest, it was a bit early.

The young people of Xia Country nowadays, influenced by Western culture, tend to marry later.

And it’s no wonder. The economy was developing so fast, and the pressure on young people was greater than ever before!

Just look at the matchmaking market’s minimum standards: a house, a car with no loans, and hundreds of thousands in savings.

"I see..."

Ye Feng mulled it over for a moment, then nodded. "Indeed. Marriage is a serious matter, not to be taken lightly. We should respect your parents’ wishes."

"Uncle, don’t worry. My relationship with Ye Ling is great, and I’m definitely going to marry him in the future!" Fearing he was upset, Ning Ruoxi added anxiously.

The moment the words left her mouth, Ning Ruoxi froze.

’Oh my god! What on earth did I just say in front of Ye Ling’s father? *I’m definitely going to marry him...* That’s what I truly feel, but how could I just blurt it out? Ugh, this is so embarrassing!’

"I see..."

Hearing Ning Ruoxi’s words, Ye Feng was stunned for a moment before a gratified smile spread across his face.

"Uncle, I’m going to the kitchen to see if Ye Ling needs any help..."

Seeing Ye Feng’s smile, Ning Ruoxi’s face turned an even deeper shade of red. She shot to her feet as if fleeing and dashed into the kitchen.

Ye Feng sat on the sofa, watching Ning Ruoxi’s retreating figure. He chuckled softly and shook his head. ’Looks like this brat has some skills after all, huh?’

...

「At the same time.」

Ye Ling was in the kitchen, glumly chopping potatoes. His mood was the complete opposite of Ye Feng’s.

Based on his dad’s attitude just now, his standing in the family was definitely in jeopardy.

’Guaranteed last place?’

He suddenly heard footsteps. When he turned, he saw Ning Ruoxi.

"What are you doing here? Done chatting with my dad?" Ye Ling asked, curious.

"I came to see if you needed any help."

Ning Ruoxi stuck out her tongue playfully, took the kitchen knife from Ye Ling’s hand, and started chopping the potatoes.

’Chat with Ye Feng? Are you kidding? I don’t think I’ll dare to talk to him alone again for a while. We only talked for a few minutes and I almost ended up engaged! If we’d talked any longer, I’d probably be married by now!’

"Such a good girl."

Ye Ling, of course, had no idea what she was thinking. Assuming she was just being sweet and considerate, he reached out and ruffled her hair.

’Ah, whatever. My girlfriend is this thoughtful and cute, so what if my standing in the family takes a hit?’

At this thought, Ye Ling’s mood improved considerably.

The chicken soup stewing in the rice cooker filled the air with a tempting aroma.

Actually, Ye Feng had already prepped most of the dishes for dinner during the day, leaving only a few simple stir-fries.

Working together, Ye Ling and Ning Ruoxi quickly finished up.

That evening, the three of them sat at the table for dinner. The atmosphere was harmonious, as if they were truly a family.

"Xiaoxi, eat up. This kid of mine doesn’t have many skills, but his stir-frying is decent," Ye Feng said to Ning Ruoxi with a chuckle.

"Mhm, I know, Uncle. When we’re in Modu, Ye Ling does most of the cooking. Even Yueyue says it’s delicious!"

Ning Ruoxi nodded in firm agreement.

"Just let him do the cooking from now on, it’s fine," Ye Feng added.

Off to the side, Ye Ling silently shoveled rice into his mouth. Watching the two of them chat back and forth, he felt his composure cracking.

’Damn it. Wasn’t I the one who brought my girlfriend home? How did I end up being the outsider...? This feeling of not being able to get a word in is so damn frustrating!’

After dinner, Ye Feng, surprisingly, didn’t make Ye Ling do the dishes. Instead, he took on the task himself.

"Dad, why don’t you let me do it?"

Ye Ling asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Alright, stop the act."

Ye Feng hmphed and turned to Ning Ruoxi. "Xiaoxi, don’t be fooled by how diligent he seems now. Back in the day, getting him to wash a single bowl was like pulling teeth."

"Oh? Really?"

Ning Ruoxi’s ears perked up instantly, as if she had just heard some juicy gossip.

Back at Tomson Riviera, Ye Ling always did these chores... ’So, he wasn’t always like this?’

"Alright, alright, you go ahead and wash them, old man."

Ye Ling rolled his eyes and pulled Ning Ruoxi toward the living room.

He had to hand it to him. This was his own father, alright!

’Airing out all my embarrassing secrets like that?’

"Stinker, is what Uncle said true?"

Sitting on the sofa, Ning Ruoxi hugged Ye Ling’s arm, a teasing grin on her face.

"Nope. All lies,"

Ye Ling said with a straight face.

"Hmph!"

Ning Ruoxi huffed cutely, her big eyes full of disbelief.

’From now on, I have to make him do the dishes and stuff,’ she thought. ’I can’t be too soft on him. Otherwise, what if he reveals his true colors after we’re married? I’d be getting the short end of the stick!’

Ye Ling, of course, had no idea he’d already been secretly scheduled for dish duty. He was contentedly holding Ning Ruoxi, nuzzling her hair.

He had fantasized about a scene just like this long ago.

One day, he would bring his girl home, hold her on the sofa, and nuzzle her hair...

Although Ye Ling often did this in Modu, the meaning was different here.

Pingjiang was where he grew up. For Ning Ruoxi to follow him here meant she had truly stepped through his family’s door.

"Stop fidgeting! Uncle’s still here!"

Ning Ruoxi pouted, pushing Ye Ling away.

She really wanted to go on Zhihu right now and ask: *What do you do when your boyfriend is too clingy?*

’Awaiting replies—it’s urgent!’

"So that means it’s okay when no one else is home?"

Ye Ling’s eyes lit up as he spoke.

"Go away!"

Ning Ruoxi shot Ye Ling a playful glare.

"Alright, come on. Follow me."

But Ye Ling just smiled, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet.

"Where are we going?"

Ning Ruoxi asked curiously.

"I’m taking you to see my room," Ye Ling said with a soft laugh.

This apartment was naturally no match for Ye Ling’s mansion at Tomson Riviera. At just over 150 square meters, it was a standard large three-bedroom, one-living-room unit.

And Ye Ling’s room was the one closest to the door!