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

After finishing speaking, the father stopped talking, caught up with Gu Yang and his companion in a few steps, and returned the phone to Gu Yang.

Gu Yang looked down and saw that the phone call had not yet ended.

On the other side, Ling Luo frowned deeply. Sparse voices came from the lobby of the Haitian Hotel, but his mind was filled with his late father's words.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.

He considered countless possibilities, but he overlooked the most important one.

When the enemy completely tears away the veneer of civilization, then all the rules in this world will be utterly vulnerable.

"Dad, what did you and Ling Luo say? Why do you two look so pale?"

Ling Luo came to her senses upon hearing Gu Yang's voice. Before she could speak, she heard her father say sternly, "It's nothing. Children shouldn't interrupt when adults are talking."

Therefore, Yang: ? ? ?

Gu Yang pointed to the tip of his nose: "Me? A child?"

"No, Dad, Ling Luo is younger than me."

"But he's more mature than you."

Ling Luo listened quietly to the father and son bickering.

Not long after, the door to the private room was pushed open, and Ling's mother's loud voice rang out.

"Oh dear, in-laws, in-laws, it's so good to finally meet you!"

Now it was Ling Luo's turn to be speechless.

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He knew that if his mother came alone, no one could stop her.

Hopefully, my late mother was also from Shuangqing and could get used to this kind of enthusiasm.

"Hello, Auntie," Gu Yang greeted obediently, then introduced in a low voice, "Dad, Mom, this is Ling Luo's mother."

"Oh my, it's been so long since I've seen people from my hometown," my late mother's gentle laughter rang out. "Little sister, please sit down. You must be tired from your journey."

"It's not tiring at all! Just thinking about seeing you all makes me happy, I don't feel tired at all!" Ling's mother said, pulling Gu Yang to sit down next to her, as if she was afraid that the cabbage her family had finally managed to get would be snatched away by someone else.

"I have to apologize to you for this. Ling Luo, that little brat, proposed to Yang Yang without saying a word. We were wrong to do this and should have discussed it with you beforehand."

"Young people are all like this. Young people these days are not like we used to be, where matchmakers would come to our door to propose. Young lady, this kind of thing is no longer acceptable."

Ling's mother waved her hand, "Well, that's true, but it's still impolite and incomplete. That's why I rushed over here, mainly to talk about the children!"

"Originally, both sets of parents should have gotten together to discuss this, but his father has a rather special job and can't get time off to come right away. I hope the in-laws won't mind."

"But don't worry, I can make decisions on everything, big or small, at home."

As she spoke, Ling's mother took out something wrapped in a red envelope from her bag. "I know you are a prominent family in the capital, while Ling Luo is just an ordinary child from an ordinary family. But she is our only son, and we cherish her dearly!"

"I originally planned to buy them a house, but I didn't know what kind they liked, so this card contains all the funds for buying a house and a car. They can choose whatever they like."

Late father: ......

Late mother: ......

I've never seen anyone directly hand over a bank card to discuss marriage.

But what they said makes sense. They can buy whatever they like themselves. Since the money has been given to them, it saves the elderly from having to choose and what the children might not like.

This incident reveals that Ling's mother is quite open-minded, or at least not a rigid and old-fashioned parent.

Ling Luo listened on the other end of the phone, her temples throbbing.

Sure enough, he knew that Ling's mother wouldn't play by the rules.

The old mother pushed the red envelope back, saying, "Sister, there's no need for that. Our Gu family still has some assets in the capital. We don't lack houses or anything like that, and we won't lack our youngest son either."

"I know you don't lack anything, but this is our family's token of appreciation. We won't talk about marriage or anything like that. They will live separately in the future and start their own little family. Consider this our initial funding."

After finishing speaking, Ling's mother rummaged in her bag again and took out a box: "This red envelope contains the sentiments of Ling Luo's father and me, and this box contains something that Ling Luo asked me to give to Yangyang before he left. He said it was his sincere wish."

Gu Yang paused in his silent drinking, wondering if this was something he needed to do.

"Here you go, Yangyang, take this."

Gu Yang looked at his parents, then took the things and held them in his hands.

It's neither too light nor too heavy; the weight is just right when you hold it in your hand.

"Auntie, what's inside?" Gu Yang asked, gently opening the box.

He had barely opened a crack, and before anyone could see what it was, Gu Yang quickly closed it, his movements so fast they were almost blurry.

Gu Yang's eyes reddened. "This fool."

The deceased father and mother exchanged a glance, wondering what was in the box that had caused Gu Yang to lose his composure like this.

But they didn't say anything.

Both parties were very satisfied after the dinner.

The family specially escorted Ling's mother back to the hotel, and only after watching her enter safely did they let the driver go back.

Gu Yang sat in the passenger seat, with his deceased father and mother behind him.

Gu Yang lowered his head, his fingers constantly rubbing the box in his palm, lost in thought.

On the phone, Ling Luo had hung up because the Gu family bodyguards had come over, and he didn't have time to ask Ling Luo what she meant.

Not long after, Gu Yang returned home with his parents. As soon as they entered the house, his mother asked, "Yangyang, what did Ling Luo give you? You seemed distracted all night."

Gu Yang looked up at the two of them, thought for a moment, and then shook his head. Ling Luo hadn't said whether he could show this to his parents, so he said, "Mom and Dad, don't ask anymore. I'm going back to my room now."

After saying that, Gu Yang ran upstairs to his room in a few steps, leaving the two of them alone in the living room looking at each other.

Back in his room, Gu Yang lay on the bed, holding his phone in one hand and the box in the other.

The box was opened, and inside was a medal.

Underneath the sponge adorned with medals was a small red notebook, dated two years ago and signed by the 49th Research Institute.

Gu Yang's fingers traced the metal surface of the medal again and again.

First-class merit.

He recalled Ling Luo mentioning casually that he had saved many researchers.

He really wanted to ask how dangerous it must have been to receive such a medal.

Gu Yang picked up the small red certificate and opened it.

The paper was still brand new, and the section detailing the achievements contained only a single, concise line of text.

[Comrade Ling Luo, for her role in the Phoenix Project at the 49th Research Institute, salvaged a critical juncture and prevented significant losses; she is hereby awarded a First-Class Merit.]

Gu Yang put the medal and certificate back into the box and clicked the lid shut.

Ling Luo, you idiot.

I trust him implicitly, and I'm not afraid he'll mess it up.

Gu Yang gently exhaled a long breath.

He carefully placed the box into his bag, and upon returning to the villa, he would put the medal into his safe.