A sophomore in college starts by getting a marriage certificate with a female CEO.

"Business trips are great!"

Upon hearing about the business trip, Zhou Huifang not only didn't hesitate, but slapped her thigh in agreement.

"Young people should go out and see the world. Manager Li, don't worry about taking him. This kid may not have much else, but he's tough and can handle anything. If he dares to complain, just call me and I'll give him a piece of my mind!"

Li Xixue smiled gently and sweetly, but she had unspeakable bitterness in her heart.

He, a dignified group president, is now chatting casually with the mother of an intern, and has to pretend to be a caring leader who understands his subordinates.

"Auntie is right. Well... I'll go and arrange the details of the business trip right away. There's a cross-departmental meeting this afternoon, so I won't keep you here any longer, Uncle and Auntie."

Li Xixue went along with it and said.

Zhou Huifang was a reasonable person. As soon as she heard that the other party had to work, she quickly pulled Lu Jianguo to stand up and said, "Okay, okay, work is important. Manager Li, you're busy. We'll go now."

As they walked, the two kept saying to each other, "Manager Li is such a good person. He not only doesn't act like a manager, but he's also so polite. Our Xiao Yang has met a benefactor."

After seeing off the two Buddha statues, Li Xixue leaned against the wall in the corridor and let out a long sigh of relief.

I wonder how things are going with Lu Yang.

……

Let's return to the rest area.

As soon as she uttered the word "no," Song Qiulan looked at Lu Yang with a face full of confusion.

Her eyes narrowed, her face full of confusion.

This young man usually seems quite composed, so why is he acting so easily startled today?

Lu Yang thought for a moment and said, "Aunt Song, my parents are... in a hurry today! Yes, in a hurry!"

"In a hurry?"

Song Qiulan asked, "What's the rush? It's the middle of the day, and you're leaving without even having eaten a bite?"

Lu Yang made up an excuse: "Auntie, it's like this, I have some urgent business to attend to back home, and I'm probably already downstairs getting ready to catch my train."

"Oh dear, this won't do."

Song Qiulan said with a regretful look, "I came all this way and didn't even get to have a meal. I was thinking of finding a nice place for our two families to sit down and have a good chat."

Lu Yang quickly waved his hand: "Really, no need, Auntie. Next time, we'll definitely have a proper get-together next time."

That's such a pity.

Song Qiulan sighed, then put on a smile again: "That's right, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. When you and Xiaoxue have your wedding, the in-laws will have plenty of time to chat. I'll have to treat your parents well then."

wedding……

Lu Yang twitched the corner of his mouth.

At that moment, a figure walked back towards them.

It's Li Xixue.

She gave Lu Yang an OK sign.

Upon seeing that gesture, Lu Yang relaxed completely.

It became.

He's got his mother's side sorted out, so he considers his own task complete.

When Li Xixue walked over, her expression had returned to its usual aloofness, and she had even taken off her flat-framed glasses.

As soon as Song Qiulan saw her daughter, she immediately opened the thermos: "Xiaoxue, I was just saying I'd wait for you to finish your work. You've come at the perfect time; I brought you some soup."

"Mom, why are you at the company again?"

Li Xixue's tone revealed helplessness.

"What do you mean 'again'? I've come all this way." Song Qiulan rolled her eyes, then opened the lid of the insulated box, and a rich aroma wafted out.

"I started simmering this soup at six o'clock this morning."

Song Qiulan served a bowl of soup.

Li Xixue was about to reach out to take it.

To everyone's surprise, Song Qiulan bypassed her and handed the cup to Lu Yang.

"Xiaoyang, come on, have a bowl first. You work hard at the company."

Lu Yang took the bowl, still not understanding what was going on.

Li Xixue bit her lip, "Mom!"

"Um?"

"I am your daughter."

Song Qiulan didn't even turn her head: "I know."

"Then why don't you serve me some first?"

"What's the rush? There's still some left in the pot."

Song Qiulan said calmly, "Besides, you're such a grown woman, can't you serve yourself?"

Li Xixue moved her mouth twice, then closed it again.

Serve it yourself?

She glanced at Lu Yang, who was drinking soup next to her, and then at herself.

So, does that mean my status in this family has now fallen behind Lu Yang's?

Song Qiulan was completely oblivious to her daughter's emotions, looking at Lu Yang with anticipation.

"Try it, how does the soup Auntie made taste?"

Lu Yang took a sip.

To be honest, it tastes really good.

It's on a completely different level from the soup in the cafeteria that you don't even know what it's made of.

"It tastes good."

Lu Yang was telling the truth.

Upon hearing this, Song Qiulan beamed with joy: "If it tastes good, drink more. Although my cooking skills can't compare to those of professional chefs, this soup is my specialty. Xiaoxue has been drinking it since she was little."

Immediately afterwards, Song Qiulan served Lu Yang some more meat from the dish.

"Xiaoyang, you're too thin. You need to eat more. It's not good-looking for a boy to be too thin."

Lu Yang quickly declined, saying, "That's enough, Auntie."

On the other side, Li Xixue ladled herself a bowl of soup, sat opposite, and drank it sip by sip without saying a word.

But her expression, when translated, could be summed up in three words...

I'm heartbroken.

My biological mother.

She's truly my own mother.

"Mom, he can't drink that much."

"What do you mean by 'can't drink that much'?"

Song Qiulan glared at her, "You two are living together now, and you're under a lot of work pressure. How can you not take care of yourselves? Get your bodies in good shape as soon as possible, and while I can still take care of you, hurry up and give me a big, healthy son."

Li Xixue's ears turned red.

Lu Yang touched his nose and pretended to be dead, remaining silent.

However, this soup is indeed nourishing.

After drinking this highly nourishing soup, will I still be able to sleep tonight?

The soup was almost finished.

Song Qiulan closed the insulated box with a smile, then sat up straight, adopting a casual, conversational posture.

"Xiaoyang, you two have been living here for a few days now, haven't you? How's it going? Is there anything you're having trouble adjusting to?"

Lu Yang glanced at Li Xixue.

Li Xixue glanced over, signaling not to talk nonsense.

Lu Yang looked away and replied with a smile, "It's fine, Auntie."

"That's good."

Song Qiulan nodded, then asked, "What do you two usually eat? You're not ordering takeout every day, are you?"

"I don't have a housekeeper, so I cook for myself."

Lu Yang blurted it out.

Song Qiulan's eyes lit up.

"You can cook?"

"I know a little," Lu Yang said modestly.

Song Qiulan turned to look at her daughter, then at Lu Yang, and said with a look of disappointment.

"Xiaoyang, to tell you the truth, my biggest worry in this life is that Xiaoxue will have no one to take care of her after she gets married. This child has never been able to cook, let alone make instant noodles. She can even burn the pot."

Li Xixue's lips twitched slightly: "Mom."

Song Qiulan ignored her and continued, "Do you know what she did when she was in school?"

Lu Yang pricked up his ears.

Song Qiulan said, "One winter, she complained that the water heater was too slow, so she bought an electric kettle. But less than three minutes after she plugged it in, the power tripped for the whole floor. And to make matters worse, her kettle was sparking and flashing all the way..."