My Ex-Wife Disappeared for Years and Had My Babies
Chapter 287: 206: Just Pure Sleep?_2

Chapter 287: Chapter 206: Just Pure Sleep?_2

Seeing that they had thought everything through, Wei Lan simply went along with it.

Mother Yang is an enthusiastic woman, chattering all the way, and she got a general understanding of Wei Lan’s family situation.

Mr. Yang, just like Yang Zichen, is a man of few words in public.

After two hours on a plane and another hour by car, they arrived at the small county where Wei Lan’s home is located.

When they arrived, it was just time for lunch.

Mr. and Mrs. Lin are also warm and hospitable people, having heard that their future son-in-law was visiting, they were waiting at the doorstep early on.

At first, they were worried that their daughter might bring back some unsuitable man, but upon seeing the handsome, tall, and gentle Yang Zichen, they were extremely pleased.

Mother Yang started calling the Lins “in-laws” straight away, creating a warm atmosphere.

Yang Zichen also politely said, “Hello, Uncle and Auntie.”

Mother Yang then introduced their son to Mrs. Lin: “In-law, this is our Xiao Chen, Yang Zichen.”

“Very good, very good, this young man is nice.”

“This boy is a bit tongue-tied, please don’t take it to heart.”

Wei Lan’s mother couldn’t stop smiling: “That’s quite alright, it’s better to be steady. Don’t stand around talking, come upstairs and sit, you’ve come from so far away, you must be exhausted.”

On the way, the two mothers chatted incessantly, and the engagement was as good as settled.

Yang Zichen and Wei Lan stood at the back of the elevator. After the elders went into the apartment, Wei Lan deliberately stayed behind with Yang Zichen, then playfully tugged at the corner of his mouth: “Smile a little! You’re here to ask for my hand in marriage, not to collect a debt!”

Yang Zichen looked away, took her hand in his, and led her into the room: “I’ll smile when it’s time to smile!”

Wei Lan chuckled, then clung tightly to his arm.

All the relatives were at home, and Yang Zichen did indeed live up to his word. He smiled properly in front of her family, and patiently answered questions, giving the impression of maturity and propriety.

After the meal, the family had nothing but praise for him.

Even Wei Lan’s mom took his side: “Lanlan, you should really learn to cook! How many times have I told you!”

Wei Lan looked at Yang Zichen and laughingly said, “Ah Chen will cook for me.”

Her mom scolded her: “Is he supposed to come home from work and cook for you too?! Don’t you know how to cherish someone!”

Mother Yang laughed and said: “It’s alright, it’s alright. Xiao Chen’s cooking skills are meant to cook for his wife, otherwise, it would all be for naught.”

The whole family said that Wei Lan was lucky to have found such a good husband.

Mr. and Mrs. Lin were extremely satisfied with Yang Zichen.

Soon, the wedding was set for the following month.

Mother Yang nodded happily: “Let’s settle on that then, we’ll charter a plane when the time comes, everyone must attend!”

The atmosphere was harmonious and joyful, and after dinner, the elders made plans to go out and play mahjong.

Wei Lan looked up at Yang Zichen: “Where shall we go?”

“Where is your room?”

“Eh? There’s nothing to see in my room.” It’s a mess.

Yang Zichen gave a reason with a certain look: “I want to rest for a bit.”

Wei Lan no longer had an excuse and led him to the door of her room.

Before entering, she warned: “Don’t be fussy, just lie down for pure sleep!”

Yang Zijing glanced at her: “Don’t I know you?”

Wei Lan opened the door, peeked inside first, and hummed contentedly; it was still tidy, thankfully she had stuffed all the messy things into the closet before leaving.

Yang Zichen stepped in, surveyed the little room with its strong girly vibe, even noticing a few posters on the wall, among them one of Shen Hanxiu!

“Why did you put him up here?”

“He’s my idol! Back in high school, almost everyone in my class bought his poster! But his photos were scarce, this one I cut out from the news.”

As she spoke, Wei Lan turned to see Yang Zichen, knowing that naturally, no man likes his woman to praise another man, especially hanging another man’s photo in her room.

So, she sweetly took Yang Zichen’s hand: “You didn’t appear much on the scene, otherwise I would have definitely chased you as my idol!”

His expression softened at once, and Wei Lan thought to herself that indeed, men need to be coaxed.

Wei Lan clasped his hand and said, “Idol, let’s go take wedding photos tomorrow? After that, I’ll replace all these posters with yours!”

Yang Zichen gave her a look, then half-carried her to the bed and lay down with his clothes on: “Let’s talk about it after a nap.”

Wei Lan hugged the blanket, blinked, and asked, “Just pure sleep?”

Yang Zichen covered her eyes with his hand: “I’ll deal with you tonight!”

Wei Lan smiled, snuggled into his embrace, played with his distinctively knuckled hands, and asked, “Idol, your family is so well-off, why did you agree to marry me?”

“To rescue the lazy and ugly you.”

“Where am I ugly?!”

“The ugliest when you won’t admit you’re ugly.”

“Hmph! You’re so bad at talking!”

Yang Zichen pinched her face sporadically: “Be quiet.”

“Hmph! Why does everyone think I’m so lucky to be with you, as if it’s a big deal? Clearly, you’re the lucky one to marry such a gentle, kind, and beautiful woman like me!”

Yang Zichen pulled her closer into his arms: “It just shows that the masses have sharp eyes, and… don’t be so narcissistic, shut up and sleep, otherwise you won’t be able to get out of bed later.”

Wei Lan quieted down and, as he was about to fall asleep, she asked again, “Yang Zichen, are you with me just because your family is pushing for marriage?”

Yang Zichen, with his eyes closed, perfunctorily replied, “Hmm.”

Wei Lan’s mood immediately soured, “Then after we get married, if you find someone more suitable, won’t I be abandoned? Then… wouldn’t I be pitiful?” The thought made her upset, and he didn’t even say anything to comfort her, pinching his nose and calling him: “Yang Zichen!”

The man opened his eyes, looked at her displeasedly, and seized her wrist, his leg pressing down on her: “Are you asking for a beating?”

“You… How can you be so vulgar!”

Yang Zichen eyed her: “Try making noise again?”

“Hmph! You’re already starting to bully me even before we are married!”