Chapter 14 The handsome son-in-law still needs to meet his mother-in-law
The wind blowing from the car's air conditioner was chilly, and her anxious heart began to beat violently again. Jian Anran's arms were covered in goosebumps.
Wen Siheng reached out and adjusted the air volume of the air conditioner to the lowest level.
I thought that after the hot search was removed and the showdown with Tang Zhechuan was over, the matter would be over.
I didn’t expect Pandora’s box to be closed, but not completely.
"Mom, what are you talking about...Why can't I understand?" Jian Anran was eager to deny.
How did she know? Did she also see the hot search?
"Where are you now? Let's talk." Jian's mother Yang Yahui on the other end of the phone said coldly.
"I...I'm in the dormitory. I have classes tomorrow. It's not convenient to go back now." After hesitating for a long time, Jian Anran really didn't have the courage to face her mother's questioning.
"I'm waiting at the cafe at the intersection. Come over now." Yang Yahui didn't give her a chance to refute.
The phone was hung up, and Jian Anran's face turned pale.
She originally planned to get the divorce certificate immediately after the matter was over.
It was not a long-lasting relationship, so she was unwilling to tell too many people.
Especially her parents whom she hates marrying.
"I'll take you there." Wen Siheng broke the silence.
The receiver of her mobile phone was very loud. Not to mention Wen Siheng, Ning Beibei in the back row could also hear her clearly.
"Teacher, just drop me off at the subway station in front. I'll go back to school by myself." Ning Beibei realized that her presence was a bit redundant and offered to get off the bus.
"Okay."
Saying goodbye to Ning Beibei at the entrance of the subway station, the car fell into dead silence again. The only sounds were the passing cars whizzing by and the honking of the vehicles behind them.
For the first time, Jian Anran hoped that the road could be longer. Not sure if it would be what she wanted, Wen Siheng's car drove very slowly.
"I'll go with you." Arriving near the coffee shop, Wen Siheng parked the car on the side of the road and unbuckled his seat belt.
Jian Anran shook her head, with a solemn and solemn expression of "A brave man is gone and never comes back", his head drooped, his eyes that usually flashed like stars that had exhausted their energy, darkly and aimlessly wandering from east to west in the galaxy.
Bump.
Take heavy steps and get off the car.
The last time she was so nervous was when she participated in the top ten singers on campus in her freshman year, and the consolation prize was a figure of a certain Otome game co-branded IP. It happened that Ning Beibei had an inflammation of the throat, and Jian Anran was forced onto the stage.
Cold sweat even broke out on her forehead, and her whole body was trembling. Her knees felt weak with every step she took, and her body was about to lose balance.
This is the second coffee shop she went to today.
Unlike the previous time when she was confident, this time she was the one about to be pushed to the guillotine.
Growing up, there wasn’t much education about the relationship between men and women, it could even be said to be completely blank.
The only serious gender education in my memory was a lecture in high school.
Gather all the girls in the grade together, and after listening to the lecture, each girl will be given a pack of sanitary napkins.
I have the impression that the family members avoid such topics. The first time they openly talked about it was when she and a boy went to a hotel and were secretly photographed.
The span is huge.
She felt very uneasy and even a little ashamed.
This was not something to be ashamed of at first. After all, children do not pop out of stones during reproduction.
It’s just that we have avoided talking about it for a long time, as if such a piece of common physiological knowledge has become a taboo talk, and it has become one of the things that East Asian parents and children keep silent about.
Yang Yahui was sitting on the seat by the window. Her face was not very good. She put on a coat and came out. She plugged in the shared power bank on her mobile phone and was in a hurry to go out.
"Mom..." Jian Anran shouted weakly.
Yang Yahui turned her head and said nothing. She followed Jian Anran with her eyes and sat down cautiously. Two cups of Spanish latte had been ordered on the table, which was Jian Anran's favorite coffee.
"Who is that man?" Yang Yahui got straight to the point.
Jian Anran clutched the body of the coffee cup tightly, not daring to look up.
"Is it your boyfriend?" Yang Yahui asked.
Jian Anran nodded subconsciously, then shook her head, and heard Yang Yahui sigh.
"I don't even dare to tell my father, how can you, a little girl, go to a place like that with a boy?"
"Recently, your parents have been working hard to choose a good family for you. You don't like the serious ones. You have to find some cat or dog with a low-level education. You just want to open a room with someone. You..."
Yang Yahui almost gasped and took a sip of coffee.
"Our Luojiang City is not big, and we only go to a few places. If you are seen by others, will you get married or not? How will others see you?"
"Just don't get married..." Jian Anran muttered, "I haven't graduated yet, so I haven't thought about getting married."
"How many times have I told you that I want you to get married just to find someone to take care of you. We can choose a good one while we are still young. When you get old and regret it in the future, you will only have to be picked and picked by others.
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The topic went round and round and returned to the original starting point.
The story of Jian Anran slamming the door out of her home, going to a bar to get drunk, and then checking into a hotel room all started from the quarrel with her parents at home that day.
Not to mention having a stable job, Jian Anran's parents were anxious to arrange a blind date for her before she even got an internship for her senior year.
Since she was a child, she has witnessed the quarrels in her family over the supply of food, rice, oil and salt, and Jian Anran really has no interest in marriage.
She believes in love and marriage, but she just doesn’t believe that such a beautiful thing will happen to her.
Under the coercion and inducement of her parents, Jian Anran finally went on her first blind date and made it pornographic perfectly.
It can be said that Wen Siheng was also very honest, completely retelling Jian Anran's original words on the blind date to the introducer——
"Please go back and tell them that I declined."
They learned that the person they were going on a blind date with that day came from a high-achieving family. He had studied abroad for his bachelor's degree, master's degree and Ph.D., and immediately found a decent job as a professor after returning home.
In the Jian family, only Jian's father, Jian Shaobo, is running a small business to support his family of four, but his cash flow is tight and he has nothing more than what he wants.
They always feel that for such a person, their daughter is considered superior.
Jian Shaobo was furious that his hard-won opportunity had been squandered like this, but his daughter was already twenty-two years old and he once suppressed the urge to hit her palm with a clothes hanger.
The tone of her parents' voices was full of disappointment, and Jian Anran was timid to refute directly.
The pressure that had accumulated for a long time at home that day was released to the fullest by Jian Anran in Hotel H.
There is even a long-lost pleasure of confronting parents.
She has always regretted that her rebellious period was also spent under the skin of a good girl.
"What's the other party's name? Give me his contact information." Yang Yahui took out her mobile phone, opened the memo, and pulled Jian Anran back from her memories.
Jian Anran remained silent and shook her head.
"What do you mean by not talking? Are you also imitating other people's one-night stands outside?" It felt like Yang Yahui was going to faint from anger in the next second, and Jian Anran quickly denied it.
"Hello, aunt." A gentle voice sounded above the head.
Only then did the mother and daughter notice a tall figure appearing at the table.
Yang Yahui looked up and saw a very good-looking young man, neatly dressed, holding out his hand and looking at her with a smile.
