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The sun was shining brightly on Saturday afternoon.

The villa on the hillside presents a peaceful and serene scene.

Lin Yan, the music industry mogul who just swept through the gaming world with a battle song, is now putting his "I don't want to go to work" motto into practice.

After crushing the whale "One Sword Frosts Fourteen Provinces" to the point of deleting his account and quitting the game, he slept soundly until he finally woke up at 1 p.m.

At that moment, he was wearing a faded yellow SpongeBob SquarePants cartoon pajama set, flip-flops on his feet, a spatula in his left hand, and a plate of freshly cooked scrambled eggs with tomatoes in his right hand, humming a little tune as he strolled out of the kitchen.

Shen Qingqiu was off work today, a rare occurrence. Dressed in comfortable beige loungewear, he sat cross-legged on the sofa, watching a movie while waiting to be fed.

"Dinner's ready, boss." Lin Yan put the dishes on the table, then casually picked up a piece of freshly cooked, still steaming hot egg and stuffed it into his mouth, breathing heavily because it was so hot.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you." Shen Qingqiu gave him a reproachful look, but her eyes were full of gentle smiles.

This warm and ordinary daily life was something she had never experienced in the past twenty-odd years.

Ever since she and Lin Yan broke the ice, this ice queen seems to be melting into a pool of spring water at a visible speed.

Just as Lin Yan turned around to go back to the kitchen to get more rice—

"Ding-dong—"

The video doorbell of the villa suddenly rang.

"Huh? Who is it?" Lin Yan asked, puzzled. "Didn't Lao Xue and Chen Yu go to record a show? Lao Liang and the others wouldn't be here at this time."

Shen Qingqiu was also a little confused. She picked up the tablet next to her and opened the surveillance footage.

With just one glance, the color drained completely from her face.

On the screen stood a distinguished middle-aged couple. The man was about fifty years old, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with a lean face and a serious expression. He wore a neat Zhongshan suit, exuding an old-fashioned, scholarly air.

The woman beside him was very well-maintained, wearing an elegant cheongsam. Her features bore a striking resemblance to Shen Qingqiu. Although she was smiling, her aura of someone who had long held a high position was undeniable.

"Dad...Mom?!" Shen Qingqiu exclaimed in shock, nearly dropping the tablet in her hands. "Why are they suddenly here?!"

Lin Yan came out carrying two bowls of rice. Seeing Shen Qingqiu's tense expression, he curiously peeked over to look at the surveillance camera.

"Your aunt and uncle are here! That's great! It's just in time for dinner. I'll go cook a couple more dishes," Lin Yan said casually, turning to go back to the kitchen.

"Good news my foot!" Shen Qingqiu grabbed him, almost stamping her feet in frustration. "You... look at what you're wearing right now!"

Lin Yan looked down at himself.

Wearing yellow SpongeBob SquarePants pajamas with a huge smiley face printed on the chest, loose-fitting shorts, and flip-flops with some kitchen water stains on them, and in their hands... they were holding a shiny greaseproof spatula.

This image is not entirely unrelated to lofty labels such as "master of the music scene" or "godfather of entertainment," but rather completely contrary to them.

"My...my dad...he's an extremely old-fashioned professor who teaches Chinese classics at Fudan University. He hates people who are frivolous and unkempt!" Shen Qingqiu's voice trembled with tears. "It's over, it's over, I'm doomed..."

She could already picture her old-fashioned father, seeing Lin Yan's appearance, getting so angry he'd blow his beard and glare at her.

However, before the two could come up with a solution, the villa's smart access control system had already recognized Shen Qingqiu's mother's facial information and automatically opened the door.

"Beep—Welcome home, Mrs. Lin."

The cold, mechanical female voice tolled like a death knell for judgment.

Lin Yan and Shen Qingqiu stood frozen in place, watching as the figures of Shen's parents approached from the entrance hall.

Eyes facing each other.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Shen Zhenbang, the father, pushed up his glasses and scrutinized Lin Yan from head to toe with piercing eyes. When his gaze fell on Lin Yan's childish cartoon pajamas and the spatula in her hand, his brows furrowed instantly, and his dissatisfaction almost overflowed.

After her initial astonishment, Shen's mother, Li Wan, focused her gaze on Lin Yan's impeccably handsome face and his model-like physique, which was over 1.85 meters tall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Her expression gradually shifted from surprise to... a scrutinizing look with interest.

"You... are Lin Yan?"

Shen Zhenbang spoke first, his voice deep and carrying an undeniable air of authority.

After his initial bewilderment, Lin Yan quickly recovered. Instead of panicking, he flashed a bright smile, set aside the spatula in his hand, and naturally extended his hand.

"Hello, Uncle and Aunt, I'm Lin Yan. I just finished cooking, you've come at just the right time, would you like to have some with me?"

His calm and composed attitude surprised Shen Zhenbang, who was preparing to confront him.

Shen's mother, Li Wan, found Lin Yan increasingly pleasing to the eye, especially noticing how skillfully he handled the kitchen tasks, which earned her a satisfied nod. She smiled, stepped forward, took her daughter's hand, and whispered, "Qingqiu, is this the boyfriend you mentioned on Weibo... the one you finally won over?"

Shen Qingqiu's face turned as red as if it were about to bleed, and she let out a soft "hmm" like a mosquito's buzz.

Shen Zhenbang snorted coldly, completely ignoring Lin Yan's outstretched hand, and walked into the living room on his own, his sharp eyes beginning to scrutinize every corner of the villa.

"Hmph, these young people nowadays, so young yet so unambitious, all they know is living in mansions and dressing flashy, what kind of behavior is that!"

This is clearly aimed at Lin Yan.

Shen Qingqiu was about to explain when Lin Yan stopped him with a look.

He knew that his future father-in-law was full of prejudice against him. Any verbal explanation would be futile at this point.

The romantic relationship has officially entered the test of real-world obstacles.

However, Lin Yan felt no internal conflict whatsoever.

Because he knew that dealing with this kind of rigid old scholar was pointless; talking to him about music or talent was useless.

You have to use what he's most proud of to completely crush his pride.