The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 274 - : Discussing Marriage and Engagement to Everyone’s Delight (One More Update)

Xue Baoyi stood upright and respectful, “My name is Xue Baoyi.” His face bore the imprint of a shoe, and the corner of his mouth was bleeding, looking as if he’d take any beating with a stoic fidelity, “You can just call me Xiao Xue, Uncle.”

Mr. Fang sat down, “What do you do?”

“I run a small company.”

A small company? With nearly a hundred artists under its name, not only in film but also producing digital albums, online shows… Xiao Xue is quite modest.

Fang Lixiang added from behind, “Dad, he’s my boss.”

Baoguang’s CEO is so young? Mr. Fang thought, this must be a rich kid with some money at home, these kinds of spoiled brats are excellent at squandering money, probably running an entertainment company just for kicks. Mr. Fang wasn’t very impressed, he hoped his son-in-law would be a down-to-earth and diligent man, not this guy in front of him with a tuft of red-dyed hair, evidently not a serious person.

Mr. Fang glared disapprovingly at Xiao Fang, “Who said you could talk?” He asked the frivolous rich kid, “How long have you known Lixiang?”

Xue Baoyi stood straight, hands hanging down against his trousers, “Almost five months.” He was sweating from his forehead, never in his life had he felt so spineless.

Mr. Fang asked again, “How long have you two been dating?”

They hadn’t even started dating before the pregnancy.

Xue Baoyi was at a loss for words.

Fang Lixiang immediately jumped in for him, “Two months.” For the sake of the mutt in her belly, she had to conjure up two months.

Hearing this, Mr. Fang felt a rush of blood to his head, “Just two months of dating and you’ve got my daughter—”

His face flushed red with anger, ready to throw his shoes again.

Fang Lixiang saw the signs and hastily corrected herself, “No no, I got it wrong, it’s been four months.”

“Known each other for only five months, and you’ve been dating for four? Even a rocket isn’t as fast as you two!” Mr. Fang glanced at his daughter, “Shameless thing!”

Mr. Fang and Fang Lixiang’s mother got married within a month of knowing each other, and got pregnant in two.

Fang Lixiang didn’t dare talk back, now was the time to play it meek.

“What are your plans going forward?”

Fang Lixiang rushed to answer, “We’ll first—”

Mr. Fang turned and glared, “I told you to shut up,” his expression very stern, “Xiao Xue, you say it.”

Xiao Xue squeezed out a cold sweat, “If you don’t object, I would like to get the marriage certificate with Lixiang first.”

“Wishful thinking!”

Just knew it wouldn’t be easy.

Mr. Fang’s expression now was akin to a homeroom teacher who caught students dating too young, “Call your parents over.”

Xue Baoyi made a phone call home. His mother, Feng Zhanling, answered.

“Mom.”

“What’s wrong, Bao’er?”

Bao’er was Xue Baoyi’s childhood nickname, ever since he learned to fight, he wouldn’t let anyone call him that, but his mother just couldn’t break the habit, still calling him Bao’er at his age.

“Is dad at home?”

Feng Zhanling’s voice was delicate, “Yes, he just came back at noon.”

“Bring dad to the hospital.”

“Are you sick? What’s wrong?”

Xue Baoyi touched the shoe print on his face and chuckled, “Not me, your daughter-in-law is at the hospital.”

“My daughter-in-law,” Feng Zhanling asked in a whisper, “is it a male or female?”

“…”

Because Xue Baoyi hung around Jiang Zhi a lot, and netizens had forcefully shipped them as a couple, plus Jiang Zhi came out of the closet, Feng Zhanling was always worried about her son’s sexual orientation.

Xue Baoyi hummed, “Your daughter-in-law is pregnant, what do you think, male or female?”

There was silence on the phone for five seconds, then Xue Baoyi heard his mother’s shrill scream: “Bao’er’s dad!”

Xue Baoyi cleared his ears, hung up the phone, and sent over the hospital room number, then he went back to the room. As soon as he entered, he heard the sound of a cup being smashed. Within the span of one phone call, Mr. Fang had looked up the CEO of Baoguang online, and all that scandalous news almost blinded him.

Mr. Fang thought about removing his shoe again.

“All rumors on the internet,” Fang Lixiang tried to defend, reluctant as she was, stuck in it together, “Last time reporters even said I was pregnant, and that was false too.”

Mr. Fang snorted, “No smoke without fire, flies don’t bite seamless eggs.”

Fang Lixiang: “…”

Xue Baoyi sweated profusely, timidly moved over to the seat, and just as his butt touched the stool—

“Did I say you could sit?”

He immediately stood straight, his palms sweating and his scalp tingling. He had never been so nervous before.

He stood for half an hour.

“Knock knock knock!”

Someone knocked on the door. Xue Baoyi guessed it was his parents arriving. After glancing at his father-in-law for approval, he dared to go and open the door.

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Upon opening the door—

“Ah,” Feng Zhanling exclaimed, “What happened to your face?”

Xue Baoyi touched his slightly swollen right cheek: “I fell.”

The shoeprint hadn’t been wiped off yet.

Feng Zhanling covered her mouth, hiding behind her husband, chuckling.

Xue Zhonggen grunted and pushed Xue Baoyi aside, entering with a few bags. Approaching Old Fang, he extended his hand politely, “Hello, I am Xue Baoyi’s parent.”

Xue Baoyi’s appearance resembled Xue Zhonggen’s slightly more, both with sharp and striking features.

Mr. Fang stood up: “I am Fang Lixiang’s parent.”

The two shook hands.

Dressed in a formal suit, Xue Zhonggen’s demeanor was upright and righteous. After greeting Mr. Fang, he turned to Xiao Fang on the sickbed: “This must be Lixiang.”

Fang Lixiang had seen this face on TV before.

Goodness, the father and son are so different!

Xue Baoyi was a staple of the gossip columns, while his father delivered speeches at diplomatic conferences. If not for the 70% to 80% resemblance between their faces, one might suspect a mix-up at birth.

“Uncle,” the straightforward Fang Lixiang instantly transformed into a ladylike persona, calling out in a pinched, delicate voice, “Auntie.” She was so nervous.

Upon seeing her, Feng Zhanling’s eyes brightened: “Ah, it’s Princess Su!”

Fang Lixiang: “…”

Princess Su was a role Fang Lixiang had recently played in a popular palace drama on TV.

Almost fifty, Feng Zhanling still looked very youthful, dressed in a watermelon red cape and white boots, petite beside the tall Xue Zhonggen like a ‘little Lolita.’ She was a person who loved to smile, her eyes narrowing into slits as she laughed: “Princess Su, was it you who caused Lady Xiangsong to lose her child?”

Princess Su: “…”

Is this little cutie really Xue Baoyi’s mother?

Xue Zhonggen coughed behind his hand: “Cough, cough.”

Oh, that’s right, her husband had told her to maintain her dignity. Feng Zhanling immediately stood properly, setting her curiosity aside for the moment. She’d wait until after the serious matters were discussed, and then she’d ask her future daughter-in-law for some spoilers.

Xue Zhonggen introduced his wife to Old Fang: “This is my wife.”

“Mrs. Xue.”

Feng Zhanling smiled, her eyes once again squinting into tiny slits: “Good to see you, father-in-law.”

The Xue Family father and son: “…”

“Mom,” Xue Baoyi tugged on her watermelon red cape, “you’re better off not speaking.”

“Oh.”

She didn’t speak again and quietly played the part of the dignified lady.

Xue Zhonggen, as the head of the family, summoned: “You, come here.”

Xue Baoyi approached.

If Fang Lixiang and her father hadn’t been present, Xue Zhonggen would have already kicked him: “Kneel.”

Xue Baoyi didn’t hesitate and knelt.

Xue Zhonggen was somewhat surprised; his son had never been so obedient his whole life, stubborn to the core, never even willing to lower his head, let alone kneel.

“Mr. Fang,” Xue Zhonggen didn’t sit down but stood and bowed deeply, “It’s all my fault for not teaching my son properly, causing your daughter distress.”

Goodness, the top diplomat was bowing to him!

Mr. Fang managed to remain steady: “You’re exaggerating.”

Xue Zhonggen’s attitude was very sincere, his stance humble: “My father isn’t in Imperial City right now. Once the old man returns, we’ll make sure this rascal comes over to apologize.”

A family of their standing does have impeccable upbringing.

But how on earth did they raise such a little ruffian?

“An apology is unnecessary; it takes two to tango, and it wasn’t entirely his fault.” Mr. Fang invited them to sit down, “We invited you over this time to inquire about your opinion. Do you intend to keep the child or not?”

The moment they say they don’t want to keep it, he would immediately take his daughter home to nurture the pregnancy. From then on, the child would belong to Old Fang’s family, with no relation to the Xue surname.

Xue Zhonggen immediately clarified his position in a very serious tone: “What are you saying? Of course we want to keep it. If you’re willing, I would like to arrange for the two children to get married as soon as possible.”

Old Fang picked up his thermos and took a sip. He had gotten the attitude he wanted. Dating was one thing, but marriage and having children involved both families, and it was not solely the young couple’s decision—approval from the parents was needed.

The Xue family’s values seemed quite proper.

Old Fang was quite satisfied.

The conversation then moved from marriage to the topic of prenatal care.