Chapter 897 - My Idiot Son Looks Especially Handsome Today
Chapter 897: My Idiot Son Looks Especially Handsome Today
Su Little Six rubbed his nose and ducked his head low, not saying anything. He usually loved to talk, but at this moment, he was as meek as a rabbit in front of his mother.
Mrs. Yue was elated. Oh my, her son looked especially handsome today. “Sis, don’t you worry. If I see any suitable young ladies when I go back, I’ll be sure to introduce them to my nephews.”
“We’re so busy with work that sometimes we don’t even have time to care about our sons and husbands. As their Auntie, please help to keep an eye for them.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.”
The grandsons of the Su family stood in a line, heads bowed. None of them spoke.
Yue Tingfeng proudly lifted his chin. “This is my girlfriend,” he said, “she’ll be my wife soon.”
“Qingsi, let me introduce you to everyone.”
There were a lot of people. She just repeated after Yue Tingfeng as he called them. They finally finished addressing everyone, but in the end, she could not tell who was who anymore.
“I’m slightly late today because I had to finish up a shoot that ended a little off schedule,” Yan Qingsi said after she had finished addressing everyone. “I made all of you wait. My apologies.”
Yue Tingfeng’s three uncles were all suave middle-aged men. Furthermore, you could tell that they were people who held powerful positions from a glance. When they looked at Yan Qingsi, their expressions and demeanor remained impassive, revealing nothing. It made her feel as though something terrible was pressing upon her; a layer of cold sweat had already slicked over her palms.
“We just came back too,” the eldest uncle’s wife said gently, lips smiling. “No worries.”
The third uncle’s wife raked over Yan Qingsi’s body from top to toe. “You’re so much better looking in real life than on TV. I always thought that female celebrity had to constantly rely on Photoshop. I never imagined that someone would have her looks destroyed by Photoshop instead. Isn’t that right, Sis”
The wife of Yue Tingfeng’s second uncle was probably a strict and unfriendly person. She simply nodded her head. “Mmhmm.”
Grandpa Su looked at his entire family with satisfaction. “These four fellows are your cousin brothers, but you already know them, so no need to be so formal with them. Your eldest cousin brother, Su Zhan, could not make it back, and Little Four is overseas now. He couldn’t make it back in time too… The rest have all came back. We’re a family. Loosen up around us and take a seat.”
A grin split Grandma Su’s face into two. “That’s right. They would never have come back if you didn’t come. Our house hasn’t been so lively in such a long time.”
Mrs. Yue tugged Yan Qingsi to sit down. “Brother, Brother, where are the gifts that you prepared?” she asked, raising her head.
Mrs. Yue behaved like her old self in front of her own family, like an unmarried little girl. Yan Qingsi finally saw the eldest son of the Su family cracking a smile. “Why the rush? Can’t you wait until the meal is over?”
Bitterness coated Yan Qingsi’s heart. The most fortunate thing that Mrs. Yue had was to be born into this family and not because of her family’s wealth.
Additionally, everyone saw her as their precious baby in this family—no matter how long she had been married or even if she’s no longer a little girl.
When everyone looked at her, they seemed as though they were looking at a young lady. Their eyes were full of affection.
She really admired that!
Mrs. Yue giggled. “I’m just afraid that all of you were so busy that you forgot about that. Since you’ve already prepared gifts, then…let’s get to them after dinner.”
The eldest son of the Su family ruffled her head. “Don’t worry. We won’t ever forget.”
“Auntie, Auntie…” Su Little Six said to Yan Qingsi while halfway through their meal, “let’s play mahjong after dinner.”
Ever since Su Little Six had played mahjong with Yan Qingsi, he found playing mahjong with anyone else, dissatisfying. He rushed back two days earlier when he heard that Yan Qingsi was coming to the Sus’ house, and had been waiting to play mahjong with Yan Qingsi since.
“Did you bring enough money this time?” Yue Tingfeng taunted him.