The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

Xiao Yaojing stumbled back a step when she was pulled by PA Wen. She was surprised to see the blood drain from his face. “What?”

“My parents.” No wonder he looked so pale, he had seen real ghosts.

Xiao Yaojing glared at PA Wen’s untidy attire and back to her own messy attire. It was as though—

“Hey, Wen Tao, what is the meaning of this? Do you mean that I can’t meet your parents? Am I unpresentable?” The more she thought about it, the more furious she got. She could bite his head off right there and then.

Wen Tao was stunned and looked at Xiao Yaojing uncertainly. “Are you really willing to meet my parents?”

Xiao Yaojing immediately tidied up her clothes and looked at him. “Open the door.”

PA Wen took a deep breath. He instinctively raised his hand to the buttons of his shirt but realized that a button had been pulled off during their intimate moment. He glanced at her.

Xiao Yaojing cleared her throat and glanced away.

She may have been a little too rough earlier.

“I’ll go change my clothes first,” PA Wen said. He could not let his parents see him like this, it would be a terrible disaster.

When PA Wen went inside, Xiao Yaojing slapped herself hard on her forehead. She was here to flirt with this man, how had things turned out like this?

It had to be the most awkward moment in her life when she sat across Mr. and Mrs. Wen.

Xiao Yaojing glared at Wen Shan who shrugged innocently. She had only learned about their unannounced arrival when she went downstairs.

It was not only awkward for Xiao Yaojing but Mr. and Mrs. Wen were also feeling awkward.

Wen Shan poured them water and sat beside her parents.

“Girl, how old are you?” Breaking the silence, Mrs. Wen asked Xiao Yaojing.

“Twenty-nine,” Wen Shan replied.

“Did I ask you? Be quiet.” Mrs. Wen turned around to glare at her daughter. When she turned back, she had completely changed her expression and looked at Xiao Yaojing with a smile.

Xiao Yaojing felt the smile was a little creepy.

“Aunt, I am twenty-nine,” Xiao Yaojing replied. She pinched PA Wen who was sitting beside her, hinting at him to speak.

“Twenty-nine, are you? You are not young anymore, you need to hurry if you want kids. You certainly don’t want to end up with a late pregnancy,” Mrs. Wen nagged.

Xiao Yaojing was speechless.

“Mother, what are you talking about?” PA Wen interrupted, “Why didn’t you inform me earlier about your arrival?”

It was just a span of ten minutes but his heart had nearly given out from shock. This was supposed to be a romantic movie but it turned out to be a horror film. Who would have thought it?

“Inform you? What’s the use of informing you? You are turning forty soon and there’s still no sign of a girlfriend. Shouldn’t your dad and I be worried? The men your age are already marrying off their children. You tell me, do you intentionally want to make your mother worried?” Mrs. Wen scolded loudly, obviously dissatisfied with her son’s attitude.

“Mom, it is illegal to get married under the legal age,” Wen Shan said flatly, hugging a pillow.

“And you! Stop bugging your brother. You are also nearing thirty years old, where is your boyfriend? Every day I see you holding someone’s picture and calling him papa, are you trying to find a mistress for your father?”

Calling him papa?

PA Wen and Xiao Yaojing exchanged a glance. Xiao Yaojing mimed, ‘Do your parents know about Nalan Chunbo?’ PA Wen mimed back, ‘Who doesn’t know her Papa?’

When Mrs. Wen finished scolding her daughter, she turned around to look at Xiao Yaojing with a creepy smile. “When are you going to get married?”

Both people wore the same perplexed expression signifying that might just be facing the most vigorous forced marriage in the history of mankind.