After Meng Qianqian and Lu Yuan finished their dinner at Changming Palace, the sky had already darkened.
Chen Fei was a considerate elder. Although she was often criticized for her humble origins, her speech and conduct exuded impeccable refinement.
Not only did Meng Qianqian like Chen Fei, but even Liu Qingyun seemed reluctant to leave.
Who could understand the joy of meeting a mother-in-law who didn't make everything about herself?
Before departing, Chen Fei called Liu Qingyun and Meng Qianqian into her chambers and gave each of them a delicate little box as a meeting gift.
"Once you've accepted my mother's gifts, that makes you my wife,"
Lu Zhaoyan said from the doorway.
Chen Fei shot her son a disapproving glance. "Dream on."
She then turned to Liu Qingyun and said, "Don't listen to him. Everything will happen as fate intends."
Lu Zhaoyan felt bitter inside: Mother, your son's already grown up, but his wife hasn't even passed through the gates yet.
