His physiological preference

At six o'clock in the evening, Qin Yuzheng's car stopped in front of the old house.

The courtyard gate was open, and the stone drum at the entrance gleamed with a bluish-gray light in the twilight. The lights on the porch were on, casting a warm yellow glow on the bluestone steps.

Yang Zhiyan sat in the passenger seat, looked at the door, and took a deep breath.

Her hands were on her knees, her fingers slowly clenching and unclenching on her skirt.

Qin Yuzheng turned off the engine but did not get out of the car immediately.

He turned to the side, reached out and took her hand from her knee, holding it in his own.

His palms were warm and dry, enough to envelop her entire hand.

"Nervous?" he asked.

"A little." Yang Zhiyan's voice wasn't loud, but it was very honest.

"Your whole family is back today: Grandma Qin, your dad, your mom..."

She glanced down at the paper bags she had brought. "Wouldn't these things be impolite?"

Qin Yuzheng said seriously, "You're going there to eat, not to give gifts. Besides, their attitude towards you depends on my attitude towards you."

My attitude towards you is 100% serious and 100% respectful, so they will treat you the same way. If they dare to give you the cold shoulder, I have the power to flip the table without you even lifting a finger.

He squeezed her hand. "Let's go."

The two got out of the car. Qin Yuzheng was carrying several paper bags, and Yang Zhiyan followed beside him as they walked through the courtyard.

The osmanthus flowers have faded, all the blossoms have fallen from the branches, but the leaves are still green, gleaming dimly under the lamplight.

The main room was brightly lit, and laughter and voices could be heard coming from inside.

Qin Yuzheng paused at the door, turned to look at Yang Zhiyan, his gaze calm and firm.

Then he stepped over the threshold and went inside.

The people in the main room were all seated neatly. Qin Guobing sat in the main seat, wearing a dark Zhongshan suit with the collar buttoned up neatly and his hair combed meticulously. He held a teacup with an upright posture.

Grandma Qin sat in the armchair next to him, wearing the cheongsam and shawl that Yang Zhiyan had given her last time. She was not holding anything in her hands and was talking to Qin Yuyan with a smile in her eyes.

Qin Yuyan was sitting next to Grandma Qin, wearing a light yellow cardigan, eating melon seeds on the coffee table. Hearing a noise at the door, she looked up.

Qin Yushang sat in the chair opposite him, legs crossed, holding a phone in his hand, looking at something.

Shen Yu sat next to Qin Guobing, wearing a dark green cashmere sweater and a white jade bracelet on her wrist. Her makeup was exquisite, and there was no trace of the scolding she had received the night before.

All eyes turned to the doorway. Yang Zhiyan stood beside Qin Yuzheng, dressed in a dark cheongsam with a petticoat and shawl, her demeanor elegant and graceful.

During the time she was dating Qin Yuzheng, the two frequently visited high-end places such as French restaurants, Italian restaurants, wineries, and private clubs.

Having witnessed many such situations, I can now effectively conceal my nervousness.

Moreover, the nourishment of love and the joy of her mood made Yang Zhiyan look even better.

Therefore, Yang Zhiyan's overall temperament has improved significantly. She is also more beautiful and charming than before.

Love is like growing flowers; meeting the right person is truly like being reborn.

Qin Yuzheng took a step forward.

Qin Yuzheng spoke up, introducing her earnestly and solemnly, "Dad, Mom, Grandma, this is Yang Zhiyan. My girlfriend."

He paused for a moment, then said, "I'll bring her back so you can see her."

The entire hall was quiet for a moment. Then Qin Yuyan broke the silence.

"Sister-in-law is here!" She was the first to stand up, walked over and took Yang Zhiyan's hand warmly, which eased Yang Zhiyan's nervousness.

Then they greeted each other.

Grandma Qin also stood up, walked over, took Yang Zhiyan's hand from Qin Yuyan's, and pulled her to her side.

"Zhiyan, come, sit next to Grandma." Grandma Qin pulled her to sit down next to the head of the table.

That was where Qin Yuzheng usually sat, and he pulled Yang Zhiyan down to sit there.

After Yang Zhiyan sat down, she felt Qin Guobing's gaze fall on her.

She turned her head and nodded slightly to Qin Guobing. "Hello, Uncle Qin."

Qin Guobing held his teacup. From the moment Yang Zhiyan entered the room, he had been observing her every move. Her demeanor was graceful and her manners were proper. She was quite good.

He put down his teacup. "Well, it's good that you're here."

Shen Yu sat down next to her, her gaze sweeping across Yang Zhiyan's face before settling on the bracelet on her wrist, a gift from Grandma Qin.

She didn't speak, but she didn't give a cold look either.

When she came today, Qin Guobing conveyed Qin Yuzheng's attitude to her, his tone was not harsh, but the meaning was very clear.

"Ah Zheng said he won't marry anyone but her. Your attitude reflects your attitude towards Ah Zheng."

Shen Yu listened without refuting. She understood the weight of the words. She had brought a whole set of jewelry today because she had actually thought about making amends to Qin Yuzheng, but some things she couldn't say, and some broken relationships were hard to mend.

Yang Zhiyan picked up the paper bag she had brought, walked up to Qin Guobing, and handed him the brocade box containing the inkstone with both hands.

"Uncle Qin, Yu Zheng told me that you like calligraphy. This inkstone is a small token of my appreciation. I don't know if it's appropriate."

Qin Guobing took the brocade box, opened it, and the bluish-gray inkstone inside gleamed warmly under the lamplight.

His fingers traced the bamboo leaf carvings on the edge of the inkstone, then he closed the brocade box and placed it on the table.

Qin Guobing glanced at Qin Yuzheng. Seeing the gift, he knew it was chosen by his son.

Qin Guobing turned to look at Yang Zhiyan. "The inkstone is nice. You've put a lot of thought into it."

He stood up, took a brocade box from the table, and pushed it in front of Yang Zhiyan.

Yang Zhiyan opened the brocade box, inside which was a jade pendant. The jade was white, warm and delicate. A deer was carved on the pendant, its antlers outstretched, its posture leisurely.

Even Yang Zhiyan, who was not knowledgeable about jade, could tell that this jade pendant was quite valuable.

Beneath the jade pendant lay a document and a bank card. The document was a property certificate for a house in Beijing.

Attached to the bank card was a slip of paper with the PIN written on it. The handwriting on the slip of paper was strong and vigorous, and it was written by Qin Guobing himself.

"This jade pendant has been passed down through generations of the Qin family," Qin Guobing said. "It's a family heirloom, so please keep it safe."

Yang Zhiyan looked at the jade pendant, then at the property certificate and the bank card.

Her hands were trembling. Qin Yuzheng walked over, stood behind her, and reached out to support her hand holding the brocade box. His touch was steady, supporting her slightly trembling wrist.

"It's a gift from Dad, you can keep it."

Yang Zhiyan closed the brocade box and bowed slightly to Qin Guobing. "Thank you, Uncle Qin."

Shen Yu took out a brocade box and placed it in front of Yang Zhiyan, "This is a gift for you when we first meet."

Yang Zhiyan opened the brocade box, inside was a complete set of jade jewelry: a necklace, earrings, and a bracelet. The green was deep but not gaudy, and when the light shone on it, the entire hall seemed to be bathed in a light green hue.

Just as her fingers touched the edge of the brocade box, Grandma Qin handed her a slightly smaller brocade box from the side.

She patted Yang Zhiyan's hand, her tone carrying a hint of mischievous affection.