latelenovela Chapter 357 Parents are very satisfied with Tu Nan
Chapter 357 Parents are very satisfied with Tu Nan
Zhang Wanqing then posed another question: "Who will manage the money in the family from now on?"
"I'll give all my money to Wanshu from now on."
After he finished speaking, he leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes, and soon began to snore softly.
Zhang Wanqing pouted. "I haven't finished asking yet, how come you're asleep already?"
Seeing this, Tang's mother quickly spoke up. "Wanshu, help Tu Nan to your room to rest for a while. I'll make him some hangover soup right away."
As she spoke, she stood up and pointed to her husband and youngest daughter.
Zhang Wanqing playfully stuck out her tongue.
Zhang Wanshu struggled to support the unconscious Tu Nan as they walked step by step toward her room.
Tu Nan looked quite thin, but he was surprisingly heavy. Zhang Wanshu had to use a lot of effort to carefully put him on the bed.
Next time I can't let him drink so much. I took off his shoes and unbuttoned the top collar of his shirt so he could be more comfortable.
She gently sat down on the edge of the bed, turned around, and quietly looked at Tu Nan, who had his eyes closed.
Tu Nan has long, thick eyelashes, a high nose bridge, and well-defined features.
Seeing her parents' reaction just now, Zhang Wanshu understood that they must have approved of Tu Nan.
She reached out and gently stroked his bruised chin; her fingers felt a prickling sensation as soon as they touched it.
Her fingers slowly slid down his chin, finally resting on his muscular chest.
Just then, Tu Nan suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed the hand that was resting on his chest, his eyes were red and his gaze was drunk, his voice was low. "Wan Shu, what are you doing?"
Zhang Wanshu was startled by his sudden action and instinctively reached out to slap him, her face burning. "You're lying to me, pretending to be drunk, aren't you, Zhuang Tunan?"
Zhuang Tunan held her hand, preventing her from pulling away. "I was really dizzy just now. I've calmed down a bit, but my head is still spinning."
Their eyes met, and the atmosphere became somewhat ambiguous. Their lips slowly drew closer, just as they were about to touch.
"Knock knock knock! Wanshu, the hangover soup is ready. Drink some, it will make your stomach feel better."
Zhang Wanshu seemed to be suddenly awakened. She quickly sat up straight, touched her burning face, and replied, "Coming."
Zhuang Tunan was left alone in the room. He rubbed his temples, stood up, and began to observe Wan Shu's room.
The room was clearly decorated for a girl, with pink floral sheets and duvet covers. The walls...
There was a poster of Teresa Teng on it.
Hearing footsteps outside, Zhuang Tunan quickly lay down again, pretending to still be asleep.
Wan Shu carried the hangover soup into the room, looked at Zhuang Tunan lying on the bed, and smiled slightly. "Get up, stop pretending to be asleep."
Zhuang Tunan sat up, took the hangover soup, and drank a sip. His stomach felt much better afterward.
He didn't know how much time had passed before Zhuang Tunan drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up again, I saw Wanshu leaning against the bedside, holding a book in her hand, reading quietly.
He glanced at the alarm clock on the table; it was already 4:40 PM.
Zhang Wanshu put down her book, turned her head, saw Zhuang Tunan who was awake, and asked softly, "You're awake. Do you want some water?"
Zhuang Tunan nodded, his voice still a little hoarse.
"want."
After finishing his water, Zhuang Tunan stood up and straightened his slightly wrinkled shirt. "Wanshu, it's getting late, so I'll head back now."
"Do you want to rest a little longer? You've been drinking; are you sure you can ride a bike?"
"It's okay, I'm fine. I feel much better after a nap."
Zhuang Tunan walked to the door, then suddenly stopped, turned around abruptly, and hugged the person he had been longing for day and night tightly.
Their necks gently touched, and Zhang Wanshu could clearly feel Tu Nan's rapid breathing. His warm breath brushed against her neck, making her heart race instantly.
She hurriedly pushed him away. "Tu Nan, you should go back."
In truth, she was also reluctant to let him leave, but with her parents right outside the door, she felt really embarrassed.
When the two of them came out of the room, they saw Mr. Zhang, Mrs. Tang, and Wanqing on the sofa. All three of them turned to look at them.
Tang's mother spoke first. "Tu Nan, are you sober now?"
Zhuang Tunan quickly bent down slightly. "I'm awake. Thank you, Auntie, for the hangover soup, and thank you, Uncle and Auntie. It's getting late, so I'll head back now."
After seeing Tu Nan off, Zhang Wanshu returned home and sat on the sofa.
"Mom and Dad, what are your impressions of Tu Nan?"
Mrs. Tang nodded. "I think the young man is promising. Chuanxi, say something."
Looking at his daughter, Mr. Zhang suddenly felt a pang of sadness.
The thought of his daughter getting married made him reluctant to let her go, and he suddenly didn't want Wan Shu to get married.
He had always supported his daughter's decision to attend her friend's wedding, but when Zhuang Tunan actually came to visit, the feeling that his daughter was about to get married became so real.
He silently stood up, lit a cigarette, said nothing, and turned to walk into the kitchen.
Tang's mother rolled her eyes at him, knowing in her heart that he just couldn't bear to part with his daughter.
She turned her head. "Wanshu, your father is reluctant to part with you, and he is quite satisfied with Tunan."
As she spoke, she hugged her eldest daughter and gently stroked her smooth, black hair, as if she had returned to the time when Wan Shu was a child.
“My little girl has really grown up. I can still remember how happy your father and I were when you were born. You were so tiny and easy to take care of. You would eat and sleep without making a fuss, unlike Wanqing who just had a big mouth and cried all the time. Sometimes I even wanted to cover her mouth with my hand.”
Upon hearing this, Zhang Wanqing became unhappy and protested in a spoiled manner. "Mom~~~".
Tang's mother quickly hugged her youngest daughter as well, smiling.
"You are also Mom's little girl. Both of you are the best little girls in your parents' hearts."
Hearing Ah Cheng's words, Zhang's father stood in the kitchen, feeling a lump in his throat and his eyes involuntarily reddening.
He wiped away his tears with his large hands.
They say men don't easily shed tears, but that's only because they're heartbroken. My precious daughter, whom I've cherished for so many years, is now getting married.
But when he thought of Zhuang Tunan, Zhang's father's eyes hardened again. He hoped that Tunan could always stay true to himself and treat Wanshu well. If he dared to let Wanshu suffer any grievances, he would not hesitate to be ruthless as her father-in-law.
He has never even touched his own daughter since she was a baby. If they can't make it work, he can just take his daughter back.
Thinking of this, Mr. Zhang shook his head again. What was wrong with him? They weren't even married yet, how could he be thinking about things that wouldn't work out? Bah, bah, bah, he shouldn't think like that. He still hoped that the two of them could be happy.
Mr. Zhang rinsed the cigarette butt with water, threw it into the trash can, tried to compose himself, and then went outside.
"Dad, are you crying?" Zhang Wanqing, with her sharp eyes, immediately noticed her father's slightly red eyes.
Mr. Zhang quickly denied it, his eyes darting away, not wanting his daughters to see his vulnerable side.
"No, I didn't cry, it was just from the strong fumes in the kitchen."
Zhang Wanqing didn't believe her father's words at all. She knew him too well and knew how much he doted on her and her sister.
She knew in her heart that her father was definitely reluctant to see his sister get married, and he might have cried his heart out in the kitchen just now, but he had to pretend to be strong in front of them.
Zhang Wanqing said nonchalantly, "Dad, it's okay to cry, what's there to be ashamed of? If it were my sister's wedding day, I would definitely cry my eyes out."
Hearing her sister's words, Zhang Wanshu felt a warmth in her heart and reached out to pat her sister's head.
Although the younger sister is sometimes naughty, the two are three years apart in age and have always had a very good relationship.
She felt fortunate to have been born into such a loving family. Her parents doted on her and her sister, and they supported them as long as they didn't do anything illegal or criminal.
Now she has met Tu Nan, who also grew up in a happy family. Tu Nan's kindness, thoughtfulness and care for her make her feel that her journey has been very smooth and that fate has always been on her side.
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