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Chapter 694 Marriage Certificate That Can Only Have Two Names

After seeing Huang Cancan off, Chen waited downstairs for a while, but the two Mao family members were still nowhere to be seen, so he called Mao Chuan.

"We...are reading books at Xinhua Bookstore."

Mao Chuan said, "You should go back first!"

Chen clearly heard a cacophony of shouts and the clanging of game console joysticks coming from the other side, along with Mao Rui, whose voice was going through puberty, anxiously saying:

"Give me another coin, give me another coin..."

Mao Chuan was playing a game and talking on the phone with Chen Zhe at the same time, so he didn't hear it for a moment.

"Mao Rui said he wanted you to give him a game coin, otherwise his character would die."

Chen gave a reminder, hung up the phone, and went straight upstairs.

When Chen's family saw him return alone, they asked him a couple of questions and then said nothing more.

Mao Chuan and Mao Rui are both grown men, they won't get lost.

Chen took two cans of iced cola to Mao Xintong's side, handed one can to his second sister, opened it himself and gulped down a few mouthfuls, then picked up a golden and crispy fried yellow croaker and savored it with relish.

The adults were chatting nearby, discussing their plans for tomorrow.

"Chen Zhe, you're not eating at home tomorrow night, right?"

Mao Xiaoqin made a point of confirming it again.

"No."

Chen stared at the television and replied to himself.

"Then we'll go out early in the morning to visit the flower market, have lunch out, and come back in the afternoon to let Mom and Dad take a nap."

Dr. Mao thought for a moment and said, "For tonight... I'll just make it at home myself."

Everyone is fine. The fresh vegetables brought from Dongyuan can't be kept for too long.

Around 9:30, urged by his aunts, Mao Chuan and Mao Rui finally returned from the Xinhua Bookstore with reluctance.

The arrangements for the evening were as follows: Grandpa and Grandma would sleep at home, while their three families—the eldest uncle, second uncle, and aunt—would go to their pre-booked accommodations.

The car from Suhui Technology was already parked downstairs, and Zhang Guangfeng was personally in charge.

See, this is what it means to be a good "official".

Zhang Guangfeng is a veteran of the company and has countless subordinates under his command, but he always actively gets involved in the big boss's private affairs.

"Hello, Uncle and Second Uncle, this is Xiao Zhang... The room is our company dormitory, but no one has lived here... I had the blankets aired out again this afternoon... and put some fruit in... This is my phone number, please contact me immediately if you need anything..."

Zhang Guangfeng attentively led his uncle and the others to the car, and then busied himself following along.

"Your colleague has a good eye for talent!"

As Mao Xiaoqin watched the cars slowly drive away, she said approvingly, "I think he was the one who delivered the plants when we bought some for the family last time."

Middle-aged women like to keep some green plants. Chen's balcony was big enough, so she even put some small oranges and cherry tomatoes there.

When I'm not at work, I water the plants, prune the branches, and clear my mind of everything. It's a rare time for me to relax.

"It was him, but it looks like he succeeded."

Chen laughed and said, "It's not very useful for me to remember, but it would be very impressive if you could remember me."

Chen Peisong smiled and nodded. Having worked within the system for many years, he was naturally aware of this unspoken rule.

When serving a leader, making the leader himself remember you is only a superficial achievement; but making the leader's family remember you is what truly establishes a foothold in the leader's social network.

……

After closing the door, the family of five began to wash up, as the maternal grandparents were used to going to bed early.

Chen was in his room, looking at emails and documents on his laptop, occasionally replying with a few keystrokes.

Mao Xiaoqin didn't pay any attention to him. She just went to her grandparents' room to see if the elderly couple could adapt, and then returned to her own bedroom.

"Guess what... I saw in my mom's room just now?"

Mao Xiaoqin sat on the edge of the bed and asked her husband.

"what?"

Chen Peisong turned a page in the book.

He had been working at the grassroots level for too long, and his writing skills couldn't keep up with his colleagues in the policy research office. So, whenever he had time, he would pick up central government documents and policy theories and study them repeatedly, trying to make up for this deficiency. "Ancestral jewelry!"

Empress Dowager Mao seemed to have discovered something new and interesting.

"What heirloom jewelry?"

Old Chen didn't react for a moment.

"Tsk!"

Dr. Mao took off her slippers and lightly kicked her husband: "Didn't I tell you before that my mother's maternal grandmother's family used to be wealthy landlords?"

"Oh oh oh..."

Chen Peisong nodded quickly, as if there was such a thing.

The generation of Chen Zhe's maternal grandmother was actually quite wealthy landlords in the area, but by the time it passed to her father, the family fortune had already declined.

However, when Chen's maternal grandmother was very young, she experienced a few years of life as a young lady from a feudal landlord's family.

Fortunately, the family fell into poverty early. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, my maternal grandmother's family had completely returned to poverty and become ordinary farmers who toiled on the land for a living. Therefore, the turmoil of those years hardly affected her and my maternal grandfather.

"and then?"

Old Chen still didn't understand.

He admitted that perhaps due to his childhood experiences, his mother-in-law sometimes had a rather long-term perspective on things.

Just the fact that she was able to support the first college student (Mao Xiaoqin) from Qingxi Village is already a remarkable feat of courage.

"And then some family heirlooms were left behind."

Mao Xiaoqin said with a smile, "I asked her about this when I was a child. Not only did she deny it, she also scolded me. But just now I saw two bracelets that looked quite old."

"Is it because everyone is coming to Guangzhou for the Chinese New Year, so you're worried about leaving it in Dongyuan?"

Chen Peisong thought this was the possibility, and it was also the most reasonable reason.

"should be."

Mao Xiaoqin also lay down on the bed. She was just going to talk to her husband about it as gossip. She picked up a medical textbook and flipped through a few pages. Suddenly, she said, "That Xiao Huang tonight, the way she looked at Chen was weird. Did you notice?"

"It's just a matter of respect."

Chen Peisong's gaze remained unwavering: "With your son like this, it's no wonder the TV station director would try to curry favor with him, let alone a young female host."

"It's not just about respect and flattery."

Mao Xiaoqin sat up straight, frowned, and said, "I always felt that there was still affection in the way she looked at Chen Zhe."

"That's not surprising."

Chen Peisong sensed the worry in his wife's tone, so he closed his theoretical book and said seriously, "Chen is already in his twenties, which is quite promising. He's not ugly either, so it's normal for girls to like him."

"What about Xianmei and Weiwei..."

Mao Xiaoqin was about to speak.

"He has his own social circle and knows how to maintain appropriate social boundaries!"

Old Chen said earnestly, "We don't need to interfere, and we can't control it anyway. Xiao Huang is actually alright; he doesn't seem to have any major problems. But if you interfere this time, next time, in a corner you're not looking, there might be other girls giving him flirtatious glances. Can you manage that?"

Mao Xiaoqin remained silent.

She knew her husband was right, but as a mother, she had a conflicting feeling: "hoping her son would shine brightly, yet fearing he would be surrounded by admirers and lose his way."

"There's more."

Chen Peisong continued, "Didn't we agree that we would only recognize one daughter-in-law? Why are you putting Xiao Song and Xiao Yu together?"

"what?"

Dr. Mao then realized that he had unintentionally said the wrong thing.

However, these "unintentional" words are often closer to one's true thoughts than well-thought-out words.

Chen Peisong naturally knew this, so he earnestly advised, "Only two names can be written on Chen's marriage certificate. Don't be confused yourself..."

"Hey!"

Mao Xiaoqin sighed deeply, pulled the blanket over her head, and didn't want to listen to her husband's nagging.

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