Zhu Xishan was stunned, and after reacting, he almost laughed from anger, unable to speak for a while.

However, Li Zhenguan showed no sign of having upset anyone. He stood at the door, his pitch-black eyes just staring at Zhu Xishan, with a determined look that suggested he wouldn’t leave unless Zhu Xishan complied.

In the end, Zhu Xishan deleted Wang Zhao’s WeChat and phone number, and only then did Li Zhenguan leave under Zhu Xishan’s less-than-pleased expression.

However, this incident also made Zhu Xishan realize that Li Zhenguan’s personality was not as he usually portrayed, showing an indescribable obsession when it came to Wang Zhao.

Young men in love often can’t think straight, willing to die for love. He feared his cousin might be that type of person. After all, Wang Zhao didn’t seem like someone who would be taken advantage of. Besides, in such matters, men often suffer more losses than women.

Although Zhu Xishan’s personality could be considered gentle and proper, he was a person who considered things thoroughly and tended to overthink.

Wang Zhao was only twenty-six now. Even if she had a child, she would only be thirty-one five years after a divorce, still in her prime. With her looks and ability to navigate society, she would still be highly sought after. Li Zhenguan, on the other hand, was different. For a man, being divorced with a child almost meant settling for a mediocre life in the latter half of his years.

This was a kind of distorted situation presented by the entire society.

While he was overthinking here, Li Zhenguan wasn’t nearly as pessimistic.

As soon as he left, he sent a message to Wang Zhao, asking her to text him when she got home. However, he had just gone downstairs when Yang Jin caught him. The father and son sat in the living room, with the second uncle, Zhu Xishan’s father, sitting beside them.

Zhu Xishan’s father joked first, “This Wang Zhao looks quite good, and seems quite steady too. She’s perfect for Zhenguan’s personality.”

He felt the name Wang Zhao sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere, but couldn’t recall at the moment.

Li Zhenguan just smiled with pursed lips.

The family didn’t know yet that he and Wang Zhao had only known each other for a month before getting pregnant. His father still thought they had been dating for a long time.

It seemed that Zhu Xishan hadn’t told the family about Wang Zhao’s background either. The blind date between the two was arranged by friends of both sets of parents, passing through several hands. It had been several months now, so it was normal for Yang Fan not to remember.

Yang Jin listened and couldn’t help but feel emotional, involuntarily patting Li Zhenguan’s head: “Zhenguan is still young. I used to only hope he would get married before thirty, who would have thought…” As a parent, she was ultimately reluctant.

Yang Fan also knew that Li Zhenguan was pregnant, already several months along with the fetus stable. However, even if he had thoughts at this time, he didn’t dare say much. His eyes darted around and he thought of something: “The day after tomorrow, both families will meet. Have you thought about where the young couple will live after they get married?”

“The marital home needs to be arranged first, and then there’s the bride price. These need to be put on the agenda, you should think about them quickly.” Yang Fan spoke from experience here. “Their family background might not be as good as ours, but what should be given still needs to be given. After all, Zhenguan will be going out to live his own life in the future.”

Yang Jin was quite laid-back about this aspect and smiled, “As for the bride price, I don’t have any requirements. The Wang family can give what they see fit. For the marital home, I plan to give Zhenguan a villa in the Lakeside Bay area and an apartment near Jiyu Bridge as a dowry. The young couple can live wherever they like.”

As soon as he said this, Yang Fan’s expression changed, and he couldn’t help but start talking. Compared to the Li family that Yang Jin had married into, the Zhu family he had married into was relatively ordinary. His wife was just a senior executive of a listed company with an annual salary of just a million, certainly not as wealthy as the Li family. In this respect, he wasn’t as open-minded as Yang Jin.

While they were talking, Li Zhenguan was playing on his phone on the side. When he received a message from Wang Zhao, he prepared to quietly leave, sneaking upstairs to his room while his father and Yang Fan were engrossed in conversation.

At this time, Wang Zhao had also returned home. After replying to Li Zhenguan’s message in the corridor, she put down her phone. Sure enough, before she could push open the door, she heard voices from inside.

Her aunt’s family was sitting on the sofa in the living room, with a seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth next to them. He had red lips and white teeth, and was quite handsome.

It seems their family genes were really good, a family of beautiful women and handsome men.

“Wang Zhao is back?” Everyone noticed as soon as she entered.

Wang Zhao nodded, politely greeting everyone. The youth sitting on the sofa was patted on the shoulder by Wang Xuechun: “Greet her. Weren’t you always talking at home about wanting to come to Jiangcheng to visit your sister Zhao?”

Wang Zhao imperceptibly raised an eyebrow slightly. She recalled her contact list and WeChat, and remembered that many days ago, there was someone with the note “Wang Jing” who had inquired about her well-being. But at that time, she had just arrived in this world and, fearing saying too much would lead to mistakes, she had only replied simply and didn’t follow up afterwards.

At that time, the person called Wang Jing had addressed her as “Sister Zhao” in the chat. She had always had a good memory and immediately recalled it.

After his mother’s words, Wang Jing immediately blushed, clearly embarrassed. Sitting on the sofa, he wished he could sew his mother’s mouth shut, not daring to look at Wang Zhao.

Wang Zhao immediately noticed the child’s embarrassment. She took off her coat, wearing only a shirt, and sat on the sofa, asking, “Isn’t Wang Jing in school now? How does he have time to come here?”

She had previously heard from Wang Father that her aunt’s family lived in another city, about two hours’ drive away, and her aunt’s child seemed to be in the third year of high school, a time of intense study.

“Isn’t it the National Day holiday?” Wang Xuechun glanced at her son, “There’s a three-day break. He said before that he wanted to apply to Jiangcheng University, so I thought I’d take advantage of the holiday to bring him here for a look.”

“Coincidentally, Wang Zhao, isn’t your alma mater also Jiangcheng University? And you graduated from the renowned law school. I was thinking of asking you to take us around when you have time,” Wang Xuechun said without any hesitation.

She and Wang Xuechun were sisters. Their father had only two daughters, which was rare in that era. The two sisters had always been close, and consequently, the relationship between their children, Wang Zhao and Wang Jing, was also good.

Wang Zhao didn’t refuse. She thought for a moment: “Then I’ll take you around the day after tomorrow. Actually, there’s not much to see on campus, just some buildings and trees.”

“It’s not about seeing anything specific. It’s mainly about soaking in the academic atmosphere, hoping it will bless your cousin to get admitted,” Wang Xuechun said with a smile.

Wang Zhao smiled, and as she turned her head, she met Wang Jing’s gaze. Her heart tightened, and just as she was about to say something, he bashfully lowered his head first.

So, she relaxed again.

She thought to herself, if Wang Mother and Wang Father hadn’t noticed anything unusual about her, what could this seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, who she hadn’t spent much time with, possibly see?