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Chapter 688 Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin's Forced Separation of a Couple!

That evening, everyone drank some wine in the courtyard, and the sound of waves crashing on the dark lake added a unique flavor to the experience.

During this time, Mao Xiaoqin called her second sister to inquire about the arrival time and number of people in Guangzhou the next day.

I heard that not only my two maternal uncles' entire families were out, but even my aunt and uncle's husband were planning to follow in their cars.

Mao Xiaoqin shook her head and sighed, "There's no room at home. We can't even set up a bed in the living room. Let's go stay at the guesthouse at Old Chen's workplace."

"Mom, no need."

Chen said from the side, "I've made all the arrangements. If there are too many people and you don't want to cook, we can all eat out. Booking a private room is easy."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a somewhat sarcastic reply from her mother: "President Chen is very confident now, and he has many ideas. There really is no difficulty that can stump you."

Dr. Mao's words clearly carried a deeper meaning, pointing out that Chen had come up with such a "roundabout" way to get home for the New Year.

"Hehe~"

When it comes to sophistry, Committee Member Chen has never been afraid of anything. He replied with a smile, "This is all thanks to the upbringing and education I received from you and my father, which taught me that there are always more solutions than problems."

Empress Dowager Mao was speechless for a moment.

The son's eloquence was clearly superior to his own.

The elders in the courtyard all looked over here.

The way they speak doesn't sound like a mother and son; it sounds more like a secretary and county head having a standing committee meeting, trying to outdo each other.

Chen shrugged.

This Spring Festival will force my parents to accept the cosplay and sweet sister coexisting, which is destined to be anything but peaceful. We may have to engage in "battles" multiple times hidden in the atmosphere of "firecrackers bidding farewell to the old year".

Why not give "Director Mao" a little shock now?

"Mom, tomorrow night, besides Grandpa, Grandma, Uncle, and Uncle, there will be..."

Chen turned off the speakerphone, but also said frankly, "A female friend of mine is also coming to my house for dinner."

Mao Xiaoqin's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition rose in her mind.

But she still felt that her son shouldn't be so bold as to dare to "force the issue" like this.

"Xianmei'er?"

Mao Xiaoqin asked tentatively.

"Not her."

Chen smiled slightly.

If it's not Xianmei, then it must be Weiwei!

"Good good..."

Mao Xiaoqin suddenly didn't know what to say. This "clever" son really wanted to take advantage of the family reunion to bring Weiwei over.

Does he really think he can control me and his dad at every turn?
"Chen Zhe, what if I publicly oppose it?"

Empress Dowager Mao lowered her voice and warned, "Do you really want to see Weiwei sad?"

Chen's side suddenly fell silent.

The night wind whistled into the receiver, as chaotic as the heart of a scumbag.

However, after a long pause, he still firmly said, "I don't believe you would hurt a kind girl like Song Shiwei."

"Chen Zhe, don't force me!"

Empress Dowager Mao was truly angry this time. She called her son by his full name for the second time: "I'm doing this for Weiwei's sake, and also for yours. From this correct standpoint, I have no psychological burden!"

The scoundrel has fallen silent again.

The Wanlv Lake was shrouded in darkness at night, with a few scattered lights that seemed to be shattered by the shimmering water, their flickering light like unspoken promises, unsure of whose embrace to turn to.

"Mom, do you know how sad Song Shiwei will be after you object?"

Chen said softly.

"Beep beep..."

Empress Dowager Mao hung up the phone immediately.

However, Committee Member Chen, who is good at analyzing people's hearts, believes that getting angry is a good thing.

This shows that Empress Dowager Mao cared, hesitated, and struggled.

……

After putting away his phone, he faced the probing gazes of the entire courtyard.

Chen composed himself and said with a smile, "Grandma, I have a few close female friends. You've gone to Guangzhou, so could you help me choose some?"

"Is Chen Zhe thinking about dating?"

The eldest aunt and the second aunt immediately came over.

These rural women are particularly interested in these everyday family matters.

"I'm 20 too."

Chen nodded reservedly.

"Then you'd better keep your eyes peeled!"

My aunt said, "Your girlfriend might just be your future wife. People say that a good seedling is half the harvest, and a good wife is half the fortune. I'm telling you that you'll have a big family and a great business in the future, so you need to find a virtuous wife."

"You don't need to choose a pretty wife, Chen Zhe." My second aunt also lectured, "But your grandmother has a keen eye; the daughter-in-law she chooses will definitely be good!"

Chen Zhe chimed in at the right moment: "That's right! Look at how well my uncles have made their lives; you two deserve a large share of the credit!"

"Oh my, Chen really knows how to talk."

The two aunts with big butts were immediately flattered and couldn't stop smiling.
While everyone was laughing and joking, Grandma quietly returned to her room and took out the tin box again.

She opened a quaint little bag, the edges of which were frayed, and inside were two exquisite bracelets.

One is a piece of white jade, smooth as mutton fat, flowing gently in the dim light like solidified moonlight; the other is a piece of translucent jadeite, shimmering with dazzling brilliance when held in the hand.

Their smoothness and exquisite craftsmanship are completely out of place with the rough, old cloth.

This was left by my maternal grandmother. It's quite old. Even in the poorest times, my grandmother couldn't bear to sell it.

I could hear my aunts laughing foolishly outside.

In fact, if the old lady were satisfied with them, the bracelet would already be on their wrists.

The intended bride was the wife of Mao Rui (the younger cousin who later got into Guangzhou University) and Mao Chuan (the older cousin who ran the store), their two grandsons.

But considering that Mao Rui is only a high school sophomore, there's no rush. Why not just give one to Chen Zhe?

Which one should I bring?

The old lady hesitated for a moment, but then she made up her mind and simply put all of them in her pocket.

The main problem is that we don't know which girl would be suitable for our grandson.

As for these two bracelets, one is as elegant as a secluded orchid under the moon, and the other is as bright as a begonia after the rain. The types of people who can wear them are different, and you have to see them in person to know.

"Anyway, if I meet a girl I like and put it on her wrist, then I'll have my favorite!"
Thinking of this, the old lady couldn't help but smile.

……

Unlike the warm and joyful atmosphere of the lakeside courtyard, the atmosphere in the home of Donghu North Courtyard in Guangzhou is somewhat somber.

Mao Xiaoqin and Chen Peisong sat facing each other.

Empress Dowager Mao looked worried, and Old Chen also had a furrowed brow.

After a long pause, Chen Peisong finally spoke: "No matter what, you still have to say it."

Mao Xiaoqin raised her eyebrows and retorted, "Why don't you do things that hurt people?"

Old Chen smiled wryly: "Someone has to finish this. If you can finish it, then it's my turn to talk."

Mao Xiaoqin glared at her husband but didn't argue further.

Since getting married, the couple has encountered many problems, and they have gotten used to one playing the good cop and the other the bad cop.

Because Old Chen was good at maneuvering, he usually played the "bad cop," while Empress Dowager Mao played the "bad cop" role, offending people.

Ever since his son said he wanted to bring a girl who was "not Yu Xian" home for dinner.

After discussing it, Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin decided to harden their hearts and oppose Chen Zhe and Song Shiwei being together, citing "incompatibility" as the reason.

That makes sense, but forcibly separating a young couple who are in love is not an easy thing to do.

This is especially true for Mao Xiaoqin.

In the middle of the night, Chen Peisong was half asleep when he suddenly felt that the space next to him was empty.

He was immediately startled, quickly put on his coat and got up. By the dim light of the neighborhood streetlights outside the window, he saw his wife sitting alone on the living room sofa, quietly lost in thought.

"what are you doing here?"

Old Chen couldn't help but ask with heartache.

Empress Dowager Mao stood frozen like a statue. After a while, she slowly turned her head, her voice a little hoarse: "Just thinking about having to say such cruel things to Weiwei tomorrow... makes my heart ache and I feel like I can't breathe."

She paused, her gaze drifting into the void, as if recalling past scenes: "I remember the first time I saw her at the police station, how nervous she looked... and last Mid-Autumn Festival, Weiwei happily came to visit us at home with gifts..."

"That child appears cold and uninteresting, but actually..."

Mao Xiaoqin sniffed, her nose stinging: "She's also a simple-minded, silly girl."

Chen Peisong felt a pang of sadness. He reached out and gently pulled his wife into his arms, whispering words of comfort: "I understand. But a short pain is always better than a long one. Let's take this opportunity to muster our courage and put this matter to rest. It'll be better for everyone."

Mao Xiaoqin remained silent in her husband's arms for a long time, so long that the sky outside the window seemed to reveal a faint glimmer of light.

Finally, she nodded heavily.

"Old Chen, but I can only muster this courage once more, just tomorrow."

Mao Xiaoqin's voice was full of exhaustion: "Then I deleted all of Weiwei's contact information, otherwise I would feel very sad whenever I saw her phone number."

"Good~"

Chen Peisong thought to himself, once is enough, I just hope that kid won't blame us.

If you are indecisive in the long river of life, your parents will have no choice but to help you navigate this difficult bend.

……

The next day at noon, Chen Zhe had a farewell meal with Mayor Zhong and Secretary Cai, and then headed straight to Guangzhou.

There are four cars in total: an S600, a BMW X5, my uncle's Wuling Hongguang minivan, and my aunt's husband's Honda Fit (the most popular affordable car among people in Guangdong).

The highway was in good condition, and after about two hours, we could see the sign indicating that we were 60 kilometers away from Guangzhou.

Chen calmly took out his phone, scrolled to a contact, and sent a text message: Are you there?

A moment later, Huang Cancan replied: Yes!
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