Two days ago, Lu Haoran returned home with this hairstyle, and both parents were stunned. They didn’t expect that a change in their son’s hairstyle would catch the eye. Later, they learned that it was Su Zelin’s work, and even Old Lu considered whether to get a similar hairstyle to his son’s. The two of them have similar heads, face shapes, and features, so what’s suitable for Lu Haoran should suit him as well.

"Yes, yes, Mom, it’s a must!"

At this moment, the phone in his pocket rang.

The honest man bought a mobile phone in his third year of university. By 2003, the price of what was once a luxury item had dropped, and hundred-dollar phones under a thousand were everywhere.

Lu Haoran’s phone, the Nokia 2100, released in January this year, was priced at seven to eight hundred. The 1100 released in October of the same year was a classic, selling two hundred million units worldwide, a miraculous figure unlikely in the smartphone era.

When he saw the caller ID on the 2100 screen, he thought of the saying: "Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives."

It was a call from "Father-in-law."

As soon as he pressed the answer button, the familiar voice of his good buddy floated through the phone: "Haizi, how’s it going?"

Su Zelin had suggested that the honest man leave around nine after meeting the parents, and it was now nine-twenty. Estimating that he shouldn’t still be at Xiaoyanzi’s house, he called to inquire about the situation.

"Great, Xiaoyanzi’s parents are great, and they treat me well too!"

Lu Haoran used "great" three times in a row to describe it. The joyful feeling was transmitted through the cell phone waves to Jianglan on Willow Branch Lane.

"I told you, with me as your strategist, you’d definitely succeed!"

The loafer boasted proudly.

"Alright, stop taking credit!"

The voice of "Mother-in-law" came through the phone again.

Oh, Shiqing is with Zelin.

"Haizi, what did you and Xiaoyanzi’s parents talk about?"

Qin Shiqing curiously asked.

Before Lu Haoran could answer, Su Zelin began to complain.

"Qin Shiqing, why are you so nosy? If you want to know, just ask Xiaoyanzi!"

"Haha, you’re not nosy, so why are you eager to call Haizi?"

"I’m only concerned about the results, not the process!"

"I care about both the results and the process. If Haizi didn’t do something perfectly, I can analyze it for him, and he can continue to improve and refine it!"

"Alright, alright, you’re just nosy!"

"Pighead, you’re the nosy one!"

"..."

The honest man: "..."

The "father-in-law" and "mother-in-law" started arguing again.

The "old couple" seems to have an unsettled relationship.

Listening with relish to Lu Haoran recounting the details on the phone, Qin Shiqing immediately became interested again after they hung up, and called Xiaoyanzi.

The same thing, told from the perspectives of different parties, feels different.

Listening to her childhood sweetheart and best friend prattle on and on, Su Zelin grew impatient.

"Qin Shiqing, are you done yet?"

"Why are you in such a hurry? I’m not done yet!"

"If you’re not done, hurry up! I want to go to sleep!"

"You can sleep if you want, but it’s too early for you to fall asleep!"

"But I need to change my clothes!"

"Alright, you go ahead and change."

Qin Shiqing turned around, with her back to him, and continued chatting with Xiaoyanzi.

Good grief, this woman is too much of a rogue!

Can I put up with this?

With no other choice, the loafer had to get up and change into pajamas in the bathroom.

Returning to the room, Qin Shiqing spent another ten or so minutes chatting with Xiaoyanzi before finally ending the call, not without a hint of reluctance.

"Qin Shiqing, why have you become such a chatterbox?"

Su Zelin wondered in his heart.

This woman used to be quite quiet. Why does she now have a tendency to become a talking trumpet?

Could it be because she spent too much time with the talking trumpet during the holidays and picked it up?

Or maybe it’s an age thing?

After all, at twenty, she’s no longer the seventeen or eighteen-year-old blossom girl.

Some women are quiet when young, but as they age, they become chatterboxes.

Even empress dowager was reportedly shy when she was young. Can you believe it?

The image is too beautiful, Su Zelin couldn’t imagine.

"Who are you calling a chatterbox?"

Qin Shiqing raised her eyebrows and unleashed her pinching skill.

"A chatterbox, that’s who. Your mouth isn’t as good as it used to be, and you’ve even become a female hooligan!"

The loafer stubbornly said.

"How dare you! You’re asking for it!"

"Stop pinching, stop pinching! Pinch it too hard, Qin Shiqing, and I will retaliate with my Nine Yin White Bone Claw!"

The two masters exchanged blows in the room, move after move, hitting the mark each time.

In the chaos, Qin Shiqing suddenly lost her balance as she was being tugged and fell onto the loafer.

With eyes meeting, time seemed to stop, and the room quieted down. They could even hear each other’s heartbeats and halted the fight.

"Son, Shiqing, have some iced mung bean soup..."

Awkwardly, empress dowager walked in at this moment with two bowls and witnessed the scene before her.

Embarrassment could be summed up in one word.

"Oh, where has everyone gone?"

The empress dowager cleverly feigned ignorance, like she was blindfolded by ghosts, and left with the mung bean soup, ignoring the two young people.

This brat claims to see Shiqing as a classmate, neighbor, childhood friend, and a friend, saying no with his mouth, yet his body isn’t being honest, huh?

The son fancying Qin Shiqing is a good thing, but what if he flirts around outside?

Thinking of this, the empress dowager felt both joy and worry.

As Zhao Lixia walked out, Qin Shiqing bounced off Su Zelin like a startled kitten, blushing.

The girl’s face was slightly hot, and her heart pounded rapidly.

"I, I didn’t mean to!"

Su Zelin hastily explained.

"I’ll go back now!"

Qin Shiqing, with a red face, hurriedly left the room.

Ah, so embarrassing to be caught by Auntie. I won’t know how to face her in the future.

It’s all that guy’s fault for pulling me randomly; otherwise, this awkward situation wouldn’t have happened.

Su Zelin was also quite annoyed.

A few days ago, he had hinted that he had no interest in Qin Shiqing. Now, empress dowager has misunderstood again. It’s hard to clarify.

At this moment, he suddenly found that his hands were still posed in the Nine Yin White Bone Claw stance.

He disassembled the move, and the loafer pondered.

Twenty-year-old Qin Shiqing has indeed become a young lady...

At this time, Zhao Lixia came in again with another bowl. Since Qin Shiqing had already left, the empress dowager didn’t need to pretend blindness: "Son, have some mung bean soup before you sleep. It’s hot lately, it helps to cool down."

As she spoke, she placed the bowl on the table.

"Mom, it was just a misunderstanding before, don’t overthink it. Qin Shiqing wasn’t being serious, she accidentally did it while playing with me."

Su Zelin cleared his throat, feeling the need to clarify.

"Alright, Mom understands, Mom understands everything!"

Zhao Lixia said with a smile.

Looking at empress dowager’s expression, Su Zelin knew she didn’t understand at all and could only insist: "Don’t tell dad about this!"

"This kid, is Mom such a gossip?"

Zhao Lixia said unhappily.

Su Zelin thought to himself that if she wasn’t a gossip, there would be no gossipers on Willow Branch Lane.

How could middle-aged women not be gossipy?

"Alright, make sure to drink it later. After drinking, leave the bowl in the kitchen. Mom will wash it tomorrow, sleep early."

The empress dowager left, returning to her room. Su Jianjun was reading a magazine. Seeing his wife, he asked: "What was all the ruckus from our son’s side just now?"

Such a well-timed question!

Zhao Lixia was instantly energized and forgot about Su Zelin’s words to throw them to the winds.

"Old Su, let me tell you, just now Zelin and Shiqing..."

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