After Du Ruo hung up the phone, his expression was a little solemn. What happened at Yu Chu's place? Why did his uncle and aunt suddenly come to the city? Will this incident affect his marriage to Yu Chu?
Too many possibilities made it impossible for him to relax.
"Du Ruo, did Chu Chu say when to meet Vice Governor Qin?" Mother Du hung the clothes in the closet and asked her son with a kind smile. Back then, Miss Qin was an unattainable princess to Du Ruo in their family, but now she
Well, Miss Qin is no longer so arrogant, and her son's wish has finally come true. She and the old man have both retired, and now they only look forward to having a grandson as soon as possible.
"Ku Chu said that he would talk to his uncle and aunt when he could find a chance. It hasn't been decided yet." Du Ruowei frowned and turned the phone in his hand unconsciously.
"We can't put off this matter. If we put it off for too long, I'm afraid it will lead to complications." Mother Du put down the clothes in her hands and sat in front of her son. "If you urge me more, we and Vice Governor Qin will finalize this matter quickly."
"I will." Du Ruo showed a bitter smile. He didn't need to tell his mother, he also knew this truth. With Gu Chao eyeing him, it was particularly difficult for him to marry a wife. Although Yu Chu had agreed to his proposal, there was no guarantee.
They can get married casually without being destroyed by external forces.
Thinking of Gu Chao gave him a headache.
During the two years when he most needed people's attention, he was far away in the United States and missed a good opportunity.
Now, how easy is it to poach Gu Chao from Fu Chu's heart?
Her feelings for him were at best gratitude, not love at all.
"I haven't seen Vice Governor Qin for many years. I wonder how old he is." Du Qinian put down the chess book in his hand and said with a smile.
"You and Mom are both old, how can Vice-Governor Qin not grow old?" Du Ruo replied with a smile. Vice-Governor Qin and Dad are the same age, both in their sixties, with gray hair. It's just that Dad's career has been smooth, so it's nothing
There have been many ups and downs, so his face is moist, but Uncle Qin has a face of vicissitudes of life, and he seems to be several years older than his father.
All the hardships in life are written on your face.
"Yes." Du Qinian smiled and nodded. He waved to his son: "Come here and play chess with me."
"I don't know how to play Go. If you give me ten pieces, I will lose miserably." Du Ruo shook his head and refused to play against his father, a master of Go. "I don't like losing."
Whether he was studying as a child or working as a trader after graduation, he didn't like the feeling of losing. In this life, he must win no matter what he does. But in the case of Yu Chu, he never dared to be sure of winning.
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"It's boring!" Du Qinian was not embarrassed after being rejected by his son, because his son had never played a game of chess with him in so many years. His son did not want to feel failure, and he had always been proud of his son. Du Ruo was admitted to Tsinghua University as the top scorer in the provincial college entrance examination.
At that time, he was so happy that he couldn't sleep for several days. Although he, as a father, had no ability and could only serve as his little civil servant, his son went all the way to Tsinghua University, Harvard, worked on Wall Street, and was
He was poached back to China with a high salary... and then he became his own boss. His son succeeded step by step. As a father, he became more and more proud in front of all his old colleagues. But other people's grandchildren were in elementary school, but his son didn't even have a wife.
Not done yet. "Old woman, I'll give you twenty pieces, and we can share a plate."
"Give me twenty sons? Do you think you can beat me?" Du Mu stood up, walked to her husband, and joked with him with a smile.
Du Ruo glanced at his parents and was touched by their plain but warm feelings. It would be great if he and Fu Chu could join hands like this and grow old together.