CHAPTER 212: CHAPTER 212: STARTED CRYING WHILE LAUGHING 5_1

"Men only care about appearances. Old man, you need to be aware of her past..."

"Stop harping on this. If our son doesn’t mind, why should you? Besides, this girl has her merits. She doesn’t have a horde of relatives, so we won’t be bothered by a bunch of poor relatives after they get married. Isn’t that great?"

"But think about it, there will be no mother-in-law to help with the child."

"Why not just hire a maternity nurse? Wouldn’t that be even better than a mother-in-law?"

Mother Huang snorted coldly. "Fine. Since you both have this attitude, I won’t bother anymore. If I say too much, I’ll just end up being the bad guy."

"Old woman, just turn a blind eye. You need to consider this: there are more and more ’leftover’ men and women in society. Although our son isn’t ’left behind,’ as he gets older, infertility is also becoming more common. It’s not necessarily a bad thing if he can get married and have children soon. Several old colleagues from my previous job have sons who are almost forty and still childless. They’re running all over seeking medical advice and preparing for in vitro fertilization. That’s real suffering..."

"Old man, don’t scare me."

"Why would I scare you? You know Old Zhang’s and Old Wang’s sons, don’t you?"

Mother Huang wanted to say more, but she held her tongue.

After finishing the fruit, they chatted for a while. Realizing it was getting late, Yan Xixi got up to leave. Mother Huang took out a gift, saying, "Xixi, we have a gift for you too."

Yan Xixi looked at it; it was a ladies’ watch. When she saw the brand, she subconsciously withdrew her hand. "This... Auntie, this is too expensive. I can’t accept it..."

Father Huang smiled. "My dear, just accept it since we’re giving it to you. And take this red envelope too..."

How could Yan Xixi dare to accept the red envelope? She immediately took a step back.

Huang Xiaojue took the red envelope, put it in her bag, and said with a laugh, "Xixi, it’s a custom; everyone does this. You should take it. This is a small token from my parents to show they’re very satisfied with you."

She had no choice but to accept the gifts.

Upon returning home, she found out to her surprise that the red envelope contained 9,999 yuan—truly a large sum. She remembered she hadn’t received such treatment on her first visit to Huang Xiaojue’s house. Looking at the watch, it was a genuine brand-name item. Of course, she didn’t know that Huang Xiaojue had prepared the watch long ago. However, Father and Mother Huang had discussed and packed the red envelope themselves. Initially, it only contained 1,200 yuan, as Mother Huang had intended it to be just a symbolic gesture. But Father Huang saw that Yan Xixi had bought so many gifts, and he was much more impressed with her in person than the rumors suggested. He discussed it with his wife, and they then decided to increase the amount in the red envelope to 9,999 yuan, symbolizing a long and happy union and the continuation of the family line.

After washing up, just as she lay down, her phone rang. It was Huang Xiaojue. "Xixi, my parents are very pleased with you."

She cheekily retorted, "And what about you?"

"HAHA, of course I am! More than satisfied—ten thousand times over!"

She chuckled. Yet, she wondered. It was understandable for Father Huang, but why had Mother Huang’s attitude changed so dramatically? It didn’t make any sense.

Just as she was about to turn off her phone, a message notification popped up.

She glanced at it. It was that stranger who had disappeared for a while. This guy... hadn’t he blocked her long ago? I’ll just ignore him.

But more messages quickly followed.

"Lovely lady, are you asleep?"

"Miss, were you dumped by some rich and handsome guy?"

She couldn’t resist responding gleefully, "I’ve been having a string of good luck recently!"

"Pregnant?"

She ignored that and, still feeling quite smug, replied, "I got promoted and received a raise! HA, I got paid today—so much money. I almost got a cramp in my hand from counting it all!"

"You’re bluffing."

"I am not!"

"If you want me to believe you, it’s simple. How about this: I’ll do you the honor of meeting up. You can treat me to a meal."