Don't call me a singing god, I just want to go back to doing scientific research.

Gu Yang was greatly shocked, his eyes widened, and he stammered, "You...you...how did you know?"

"Living together?" Gu Yan's brows furrowed instantly, and he put down the newspaper in his hand. "How many times have I told you? You can't do anything reckless before you're in a committed relationship! It's about respecting her, and it's also about the responsibility you should have as a man!"

"I, I know!" Gu Yang closed his eyes, steeled his resolve, and went all out as if jumping off a cliff.

"Mom and Dad, he...he's a man."

The air froze instantly.

The living room was so quiet that you could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall, each tick striking Gu Yang's heart.

He could even hear his heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of his chest, making his eardrums buzz.

He dared not open his eyes, and could only clutch his clothes tightly, his palms sweating and soaking the fabric, waiting for the expected storm.

one second.

two seconds.

...one minute.

The slap or feather duster I imagined never came.

The expected roar did not occur.

There was only a suffocating silence.

Just when Gu Yang thought he was about to faint in the silence, he heard his father's slightly heavy breathing, each breath deeper than the last.

He quietly opened his eyes a crack.

The father's hand holding the newspaper trembled slightly, his fingertips taut with force, and he managed to pierce a hole in the thick page.

His father seemed to be struggling to process this information.

Gu Yang glanced at his mother again and found that she had her head down, her expression was not clear, and she was not saying a word.

This is the calm before the storm. We're doomed.

He quickly calculated in his mind how high his chances of successfully running out the door would be if he took off running now.

As a result, the late mother said nothing, but silently got up and went into the kitchen.

Gu Yang's heart jumped into his throat. Had his mother gone to get a knife?

A short while later, the old mother came out with a plate of sliced ​​fruit and quietly placed it on the coffee table.

The father then tossed the tattered newspaper onto the coffee table with a soft "thud," raised his hand, and pinched his temples in exasperation.

The mother pushed the fruit plate towards Gu Yang, finally sighing, "Do his parents know?"

The expected storm didn't materialize; the two's reaction was eerily calm, leaving Gu Yang completely bewildered: "Mom and Dad, aren't you... surprised?"

His late father gave him a cold glance.

  

Gu Yang has been the head of the family for over twenty years, how could he not know that a grown man has moved into his villa? Does this fool really think he's blind?

The mother sighed again, looking at her foolish son with loving eyes.

She had partnered with Gu Jing to start a company, so how could she not thoroughly investigate his background?

How did this child develop such a naive and easily deceived appearance?

"Sigh." The deceased father and mother sighed almost simultaneously, filled with helplessness towards their foolish son.

"Do his parents object?" the late father asked again, his tone serious.

Seeing this, Gu Yang quickly sat up straight and obediently replied, "I don't object. My aunt and uncle even said they'd like to arrange a time for the two families to meet."

"Well, before we meet him, let's bring him back for a look," Gu Yan said in a deep voice. "I need to personally check him out, so that he doesn't end up being fooled by some shady character."

"Great!" Gu Yang immediately beamed. The world war he had imagined hadn't happened, so he quickly seized the opportunity. "Mom and Dad, Ling Luo said she wants to visit on Friday. Is that convenient for you?"

"I know," Gu Yan said, pointing to the door, his face full of impatience. "Now that you've finished talking, hurry up and leave. Just looking at you annoys me!"

Gu Yang was stunned.

So... they're kicking people out?

He's only been inside for less than half an hour!

"dad……"

"roll!"

His father glared at him, and Gu Yang instinctively shrank back, practically rolling and crawling off the sofa as he ran outside.

He ran to the door, then poked half his head in, grinning and shouting, "See you Friday, Mom and Dad!"

After saying that, before her late father could crumple up the newspaper and throw it at her, she quickly pulled her head back and ran away in a flash.

As Gu Yang stepped out of the gate, he stood at the entrance, a bit dumbfounded by the cold wind.

This...this is it?

Once in the car, Ling Luo pulled him into her arms, leaving him completely dazed.

Ling Luo raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing his absent-minded appearance.

"Yangbao, did your aunt and uncle scold you?"

"Forget about a storm, not even a single raindrop fell." Gu Yang shook his head, leaned against Ling Luo's chest, and murmured, "This doesn't make sense."

Ling Luo could no longer hold back. She buried her face in Gu Yang's shoulder and burst into a hearty laugh, her chest heaving.

This little silly boy is so cute it's almost unfair.

……

Friday afternoon.

The black sedan smoothly drove into the villa area where Gu's family lived.

Gu Yang sat in the back seat, his hands gripping his trousers tightly at his knees, his palms sweaty.

He felt like he was suffocating.

Ling Luo, who was standing next to him, reached out and took one of his hands, gently stroking the back of his slightly cool hand with the pad of her thumb, silently comforting him.

The car slowly came to a stop.

Li Mingjun turned around: "Mr. Ling, Mr. Gu, we've arrived."

Gu Yang took a deep breath, then another, feeling as if he had almost sucked all the air out of his lungs.

"So nervous?" Ling Luo's voice was tinged with amusement.

Gu Yang nodded vigorously. Although his parents hadn't done anything to him, it didn't mean they wouldn't do anything to Ling Luo. What if his father used to use his former domineering presence in the business world to scare Ling Luo away?

"Are you nervous?" Gu Yang asked in return.

"I'm nervous."

"Huh?" Gu Yang was dumbfounded. He couldn't see that Ling Luo was nervous at all.

Ling Luo leaned close to his ear, lowered her voice, and her warm breath tickled his ear: "I'm nervous. What if they don't marry you off to me?"

"You, you're talking nonsense again! Who wants to marry you!" Gu Yang's face turned red instantly. She raised her hand and pushed him, which relieved her tension a lot.

Ling Luo chuckled and pinched Gu Yang's puffed-up cheeks, saying, "Let's go."

Li Mingjun took two beautifully packaged gift boxes out of the trunk; they were the gifts Shao Hui had prepared.

Ling Luo took it with one hand, and with the other hand she took Gu Yang's hand, and they walked towards the carved iron gate.

The doorbell rang.

Within seconds, the door was opened from the inside.

The person who opened the door was her late mother. She had a polite and gentle smile on her face. Her gaze immediately fell on the two people's clasped hands, and after a second, she moved it to Ling Luo's face.

Her gaze swept over Ling Luo, who was elegant and handsome, with clear and unwavering eyes.

"Hello, Auntie." Ling Luo nodded politely and handed over the gift in her hand. "I apologize for the intrusion, but this is just a small token of my appreciation."

"Oh, you've come all this way, why bring anything? You're too kind." Although her mother was being polite, she still accepted the gift. It was quite heavy, and her manners were impeccable.

She stepped aside to make way and warmly invited, "Come in and sit down."

Gu Yang followed behind Ling Luo like a quail, not daring to breathe loudly.

He secretly glanced up and immediately saw Gu Yan sitting on the main sofa in the living room.

Gu Yan didn't look at them. Just like last time, he held a financial newspaper in his hand, looking focused, as if nothing in the world was more important than the stock market trends in the newspaper.

The atmosphere in the living room was unusually heavy because of the man's silence.

"Dad," Gu Yang called out, forcing himself to speak.

Gu Yan didn't even lift his eyelids, letting out a barely audible "hmm" through his nose.

Ling Luo stood beside Gu Yang and felt his hand tighten, so she turned around and gripped his hand even tighter.

He stepped forward, stood in front of Gu Yang, and spoke in a manner that was neither humble nor arrogant.

Hello, Uncle.

His clear voice broke the stagnant air in the living room.

Gu Yan paused almost imperceptibly as he read the newspaper.

"My name is Ling Luo, and I'm Gu Yang's boyfriend."