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Unable to resist Xie's enthusiastic mother, Sang Huan finally accepted all the gifts.

On the way back, Sang Huan finally learned the truth from Xie Qingshi. Looking at Xie Qingshi, who was calmly watching the car, she couldn't help but feel amused, but at the same time, a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

The Xie family is a wealthy family. Although Xie's parents are open-minded, the family background of Sang Huan and Xie Qingshi is an insurmountable gap.

No matter how well she behaves, the fact that Xie Qingshi has argued so fiercely with the Tang family for her sake makes it impossible for the Xie family to have no objections to her. If Xie Qingshi insists on being with her at this point, it's only a matter of time before a rift develops between them.

But when Xie Qingshi did this, the roles were reversed, and Sang Huan became the victim. Xie's parents would only feel guilty towards her, so how could they possibly investigate the interactions between the two of them?

Thinking of this, as the car was going through a traffic light, Sang Huan took the initiative to reach out and grab the man's hand. She leaned over and stared intently at Xie Qingshi with her clear, bright eyes.

"Qing Shi baby, how can you be so kind~ Aren't you afraid that I really am the kind of bad woman who knows your identity and deliberately gets close to you?"

"If Huanhuan approached me because of her status and wealth, then I would need to possess these qualities as well. There are many wealthy and noble young men, yet Huanhuan managed to choose me precisely; this is fate between us. It proves that Huanhuan and I are a match made in heaven, doesn't it?"

Xie Qingshi unceremoniously grasped the outstretched hand tightly, his clear and deep voice ringing out.

As he finished speaking, the man slowly turned his head, his long, dark raven feathers casting a shadow on his eyelids under the dim yellow streetlights outside the window.

At the same time, it made the man's long, narrow, upturned phoenix eyes appear even more deep and dark, like a bottomless, inky pool, threatening to drag one into drowning...

"Moreover, I like Huanhuan, and I also want Huanhuan to seduce me."

Therefore, Xie Qingshi neither cares nor wants to care about Sang Huan's reasons for approaching him.

Anyway, Sang Huan is his girlfriend now, so he just needs to wait another year, no, half a year.

In another six months, she will become his wife, and they will be together forever, won't they?

Meeting the man's persistent eyes, Sang Huan's eyes suddenly curved into a smile, and she and Xie Qingshi intertwined their fingers. Her pretty face was adorned with a lively smile, and her soft, sweet voice carried a cheerful tone.

"The Lunar New Year is almost here, Qingshi, wouldn't you like to take your girlfriend home to meet your parents?"

Xie Qingshi's breathing clearly faltered, and he tightened his grip on the steering wheel with his long, bony fingers.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and when he glanced to the side, the corners of his lips involuntarily turned up.

"it is good."

His voice was filled with barely suppressed joy, and at the same time, ripples of spring breeze rippled across the man's exquisitely handsome features.

When the red light turns green, the car restarts, and their future will also be all green lights ahead.

He has a long life ahead of him, and he will stay with her until death do us part.

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On the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, Sang Huan and Xie Qingshi packed their things and headed towards Sang Huan's home.

Sang Huan's hometown is in a remote mountain village. To save trouble, Qing Shi simply applied for a flight route and planned to fly to the city closest to his home by private plane, and then have someone drive them there.

Knowing that first impressions are important when meeting one's future in-laws, Xie Qingshi took this meeting very seriously. He not only consulted his married brothers and subordinates but also researched online to prepare.

Therefore, when Sang Huan was helped off the plane by Xie Qingshi, she was somewhat bewildered by the rows of cars.

"Are you planning to move the entire supermarket into my house?"

Xie Qingshi asked seriously, "Do my parents-in-law like supermarkets? I can build one for them."

Sang Huan: ...

She was both amused and exasperated, knowing how nervous Xie Qingshi was about this meeting, so she didn't say much, but simply held his hand tightly to comfort him.

Surprisingly, when Sang Huan and Xie Qingshi got into the car, they discovered that Assistant Wang, whom they hadn't seen for several days, was sitting in the driver's seat.

"Assistant Wang, what are you doing here?"

As the year draws to a close, and given that Xie's is a legitimate listed company, she hadn't seen Assistant Wang for several days and assumed he had already gone back to his hometown for the New Year.

Assistant Wang looked up and met Sang Huan's gaze in the rearview mirror, revealing his perfect eight teeth before pushing up his black-rimmed glasses.

"Good afternoon, boss lady. I'm Mr. Xie's personal assistant, so of course I have to be with him at all times."

Okay, all of this is nonsense; it's really just about money.

Xie Qingshi's request this time was simple: anyone who could cooperate with his drivers on their rural trips would receive three times their basic salary.

Each person will also receive an incentive bonus of 20,000 yuan, while the person who closely follows them will receive an even greater bonus, with ten times the salary and an incentive bonus of up to 300,000 yuan.

As the president's personal assistant, upon receiving the news, Assistant Wang immediately stepped forward to take on the task and successfully fulfilled his responsibilities.

What? Didn't he and his girlfriend agree to go see the snow-capped mountains in Y City?

No problem, as soon as his year-end bonus came in, he immediately transferred half to his sweet girlfriend for shopping. Of course, his girlfriend supported his decision when she found out!

After learning what had happened, Sang Huan was at a loss for words and could only helplessly look at her boyfriend while holding his hand.

Xie Qingshi remained silent for a moment, thinking that his girlfriend thought he was being too stingy, so he simply increased the reward to 500,000.

Upon hearing this, Assistant Wang in the front seat trembled and his eyes widened considerably.

Then, his tone became extremely firm.

"Don't worry, Mr. Xie! I guarantee I'll complete the task!"

And so, a long convoy of cars drove towards Sang Huan's hometown.

After exiting the highway and onto the national road, and then navigating through narrow and congested rural roads, the bumpy ride finally brought us to a stop at the dilapidated yet familiar village entrance at three in the afternoon.

Sang Huan was helped off the car by Xie Qingshi. Looking at the village with its newly built cement road and the many renovated and added facilities around the village, she nodded in satisfaction.

It seems that in the past few months, the village chief has indeed spent all the money he was given wisely.

Just then, an old man wearing a gray cotton-padded coat walked over with his hands behind his back and his eyes squinting.

Seeing the line of cars in front of him, he wasn't afraid at all, and walked up with a smile to greet them.

"Hey girls, what are you doing? I haven't heard of anyone getting married in the village. Why are so many cars here?"

The convoy was so large that, apart from the old man, quite a few people had already gathered around, cracking sunflower seeds and pointing at them with barely perceptible wariness in their eyes.

Sang Huan didn't reply, staring at the person with her watery eyes for a long time before suddenly calling out in a clear voice.

"Second Uncle! It's been a year since we last met, and you don't even recognize me?"

The old man was taken aback, then narrowed his cloudy, weathered eyes to examine Sang Huan closely.

It's no wonder he didn't recognize her; Sang Huan used to always keep her head down and remain silent, and her clothing was always simple and understated.

The girl in front of me is dressed simply, but her overall demeanor and fair skin clearly indicate that she is a delicate young lady, so it's normal that people don't recognize her.

The old man squinted and examined it for a long time before suddenly slapping his head, his cloudy eyes widening in surprise.

"Huanhuan! It's you!"

"Um!"

"Oh my goodness, why didn't you tell the family you were coming back? Look at this mess! I thought it was someone else! Don't worry everyone, it's Huanhuan who's back!"

The old man, who had just seemed frail, suddenly straightened up, threw down his cane, and waved to the people around him.

The group of people who had been on guard were suddenly stunned. They looked closely at Sang Huan's face and realized that she was indeed the little girl they had lifted up together.

The wariness in everyone's eyes immediately dissipated, and they swarmed around, chattering about Sang Huan's situation over the years.

After all, after Sang Huan went to university, she spent all her free time working part-time in the surrounding area, and during winter and summer vacations she worked desperately to save up living expenses, so she had no time to go home.

But the local specialties and cotton-padded clothes she would send back from time to time also let everyone know that she had not forgotten her roots.

While the villagers were relieved, they also knew that it wasn't easy for a young girl like her. Therefore, the village chief and the villagers discussed it together.

Every year during the first month of the lunar calendar, he would collect a green train ticket and, having attended high school, bring local specialties from the village to visit Sang Huan, letting her know that she was also cared for.

It was this unique care that gave the little girl the motivation to persevere.

It would be strange if people who haven't been seen for years suddenly returned, dressed so formally, and followed by so many cars.

Being asked about her life over the past few years by a group of villagers didn't annoy her at all; she answered them one by one with a smile.

It wasn't until someone glanced at Xie Qing beside her that they couldn't help but ask a question.

"Huan'er, who is this man? Are you looking for a boyfriend in the city?"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding people instantly fell silent, all turning their scrutinizing gazes toward Xie Qingshi.

You see, Sang Huan is the only little phoenix to fly away from their village. The village is so small, and everyone is related by blood.

This little phoenix suddenly brought a man back. Although he was quite good-looking, had a good temperament, and was well-dressed.

They don't know if someone is a good person or not; city people these days have all sorts of ways to have fun. Huanhuan is beautiful and outstanding, so it's hard to guarantee she won't be deceived by some bad men.

As elders, they have to help keep an eye on things.

Even Xie Qingshi, who had seen many storms, couldn't help but tense his jaw in the face of the scene before him.

How could Sang Huan not sense his emotions? She pursed her lips with amusement, but still nodded generously in acknowledgment.

"It's my boyfriend, his name is Xie Qingshi, he's from Beijing. But you can rest assured, he went to the same school as me, we know each other very well."

These words caused a huge stir, and the villagers, who had been eyeing Xie Qingshi with hostility, finally surged forward like a tide, completely surrounding him.

"Oh, Qing Shi, you're from the capital! How do you know Huanhuan?"

"Yes, yes, how many people are in your family? Do you have any siblings?"

"Xie Qingshi, little brother, your name sounds cultured. What do your parents do? Besides Huanhuan, have you ever had any other girlfriends?"

"Are you and Huanhuan in the same year? Do you own a house in the city? Have you graduated yet, and what kind of job do you have?"

……

A barrage of questions came flooding in, leaving Xie Qingshi, who had never experienced relatives checking household registrations before, completely at a loss.

Sang Huan, who was standing nearby, was both amused and exasperated. She quickly tried to step forward to help out of the predicament, but was suddenly stopped by an aunt.

"Huan'er, don't go. If this son-in-law wants to come in, he'll have to be questioned. The villagers also want to see how he's doing. We can't let anything happen to him."

"That's right, that's right. You haven't been back for almost four years. Before, I could only hear your voice on the phone. How come you've lost so much weight? Didn't I tell the village chief not to send anything back?"

"Exactly! You should save some money for food. Look at you now, everyone except those who are a bit fair-skinned has gotten so thin!"

Chirp, chirp, chirp.

Sang Huan was surrounded by several villagers and could barely protect herself, let alone help Xie Qingshi. She could only give him a helpless look before turning around to answer the crowd's questions.

Fortunately, Xie Qingshi quickly calmed down and started chatting with the villagers using the same approach he used to deal with customers.

Aside from the occasional few words of dialect that he couldn't understand and had some difficulty comprehending, he handled everything else quite well.

This situation of having their household registration checked did not last long. The village chief and Sang Huan's parents, having received word of the situation, rushed over from their home.

The village chief was a small old man nearing sixty, dressed no differently from the other villagers, but when he got angry, his eyes would glare and his voice would immediately subdue the villagers.

After "rescuing" Sang Huan and Xie Qing, the old man snorted and stepped forward.

With tears welling up in her eyes, Sang Huan's mother looked up at her tall, thin daughter and immediately burst into tears, hugging her tightly.

"You've grown taller, fairer, and thinner, Huan'er! How did you become so thin? Mom's fine, why don't you eat something good for yourself?"

Sang Huan felt a little helpless. She patted her mother's back to comfort her for a while before turning around in front of her. "No, Mom. Girls in the city like to be thin these days. I'm on a diet, but I haven't lost any weight."

That's the truth; she gained six pounds from Xie Qingshi's feeding.

"Hmm, you haven't lost weight."

Sang's mother nodded hastily while wiping away her tears, clearly just going through the motions.

Sang's father remained silent, his head bowed, but tears streamed down his face, causing the villagers who had been laughing and chatting to also quietly redden their eyes.

The old village chief slammed his pipe against a tree, lifted his eyelids, and glared at the man with red eyes, cursing him.

"Why are you crying during the New Year? Alright, stop arguing! Aren't we slaughtering a pig the day after tomorrow? Huanhuan is doing road construction for the village, so I'll bring out the pig from my backyard too. We can slaughter it to make up for it!"

"Yes, we still have a few old hens in our yard that haven't laid eggs anymore. Let's slaughter them and make chicken soup!"

"I have ducks!"

"My family raises geese!"

"I have a small fishpond at home where I can catch eels and fish!"

"My family has lambs and beef; both are very nutritious!"

"My house, my house, you've all said everything, what am I supposed to say? I'll just go help with the fire!"

The old village chief's words completely enlivened the previously quiet atmosphere, and the villagers all shouted that they wanted to bring all their livestock to be slaughtered.

Sang Huan looked at Xie Qingshi with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. Xie Qingshi was also amused by the atmosphere, and at the same time, he felt a warm feeling in his heart because so many people cared about his girlfriend.