“Uncle, does this mean you approve of our relationship?” Jun Hao asked, filling An Hong’s glass and then his own, slowly chewing a peanut.
An Hong picked up his glass and drank it in one gulp, wiping the residue from his lips. “What reason would I have to object? You’re a fine young man, and my daughter’s hit the jackpot.”
Jun Hao just smiled silently, continuously pouring drinks for An Hong. The excellent Maotai was nearly finished. An Hong slapped the table, “If you truly love my daughter and treat her well, you can take her. This old man won’t say a word against it.”
“Uncle, you’re drunk,” Jun Hao said, still filling An Hong’s glass.
“I was known as unbeatable in drinking when I was young. These few drinks are nothing,” An Hong said, draining his glass. “My daughter’s about to return… speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives.” He pointed to the door, seeing an angry An Ke.
In the two days of staying at home, An Ke hadn’t spoken a single word to Jun Hao, but he didn’t seem to mind. He spent his days chatting and laughing with An’s father, discussing various topics. An Ke had to admit that there were many things she didn’t know, and Jun Hao’s words were not false. An’s father these days was like a child, constantly pestering Jun Hao with questions, and Jun Hao always patiently explained everything. Since Jun Hao came to Chen Yun saying he had something to do, he had been gone for two entire days.
On the third day, An Ke’s company colleagues invited her to dinner. Pei Xuan Yan personally sent her to the door. When she returned home, it was already eleven at night. The house was dark, and An’s father had already gone to bed. She gently turned on the living room light and saw Jun Hao asleep in a chair, his brow slightly furrowed, not wearing his usual bright smile. An Ke wanted to walk past him to her room, but noticed he was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt. Previously, she had always seen Jun Hao in expensive, neatly tailored suits, but these days he had changed his usual style and worn casual clothes.
