"Oh my, what are you yelling for? Go to the kitchen and see if my soup is ready?" Mrs. Qiao waved her hand, her mind entirely focused on her son-in-law at the moment.
Qiao Anlu was also busy defending her boyfriend.
Suddenly surrounded by such enthusiasm, Ning Zesheng felt a bit awkward for a moment, constantly pushing Mrs. Qiao with his hand, trying to escape from her clutches.
"Mom, take your hands off him. He doesn’t like anyone touching him except me." Qiao Anlu tilted her head proudly.
Mrs. Qiao, annoyed by her, leaned directly against Ning Zesheng, who was so startled he stiffened up.
Qiao Anlu also leaned in, wrapping her arms around his neck and pushing Mrs. Qiao aside, "He’s my boyfriend."
"He’s my son-in-law."
Qiao Jianming couldn’t stand it anymore and went over to drag his wife into the kitchen.
Only then did Qiao Anlu relax, hanging onto Ning Zesheng, who naturally hugged her in his arms, "I finally understand where your personality comes from."
"I am who I am, a uniquely colored firework. Don’t say I resemble my mom!"
Ning Zesheng nodded and couldn’t help but laugh.
"My son-in-law looks even more handsome when he smiles!" Mrs. Qiao leaned against the kitchen door with a face of delight, only to be pulled back in by Qiao Jianming.
"But I have to thank my mom. Now Dad doesn’t have time to pick on you." Qiao Anlu chuckled.
Ning Zesheng nodded, "It seems your parents aren’t as hard to deal with as I imagined."
"What parents, I’m not going to marry you." Qiao Anlu rolled her eyes.
"Get off him, look at yourself, you’re a girl after all." Qiao Jianming couldn’t help but scold as he came out of the kitchen and saw the scene.
Qiao Anlu compliantly sat down next to Ning Zesheng, trying not to provoke her dad.
Mrs. Qiao was about to take the chance to rush over, but Qiao Jianming pulled her into his arms, "The meal is ready, let’s serve the dishes."
"I’ll do it..."
"Don’t come over, we don’t need your help!" Ning Zesheng’s words weren’t even finished before Qiao Jianming interrupted, and he sat back down slowly.
"You better not go, or my mom will swoon over you again." Qiao Anlu kindly reminded.
Ning Zesheng nodded, "Well, I wouldn’t mind if you pounced at me instead."
"Really? Really?" Qiao Anlu, with an unreserved look, was about to leap over when she saw her dad carrying out dishes, and obediently sat back down. Then she got up to help.
Ning Zesheng couldn’t help but laugh at her frustrated little expression.
During dinner, Mrs. Qiao’s eyes never left Ning Zesheng, "I didn’t expect it, back when Lu Lu wanted to enter the entertainment industry, I was against it. I didn’t expect she’d end up acting with handsome guys and even finding a boyfriend this handsome. If I’d known, I’d have gone too."
Ning Zesheng nodded with a smile.
Qiao Jianming said, "If you went, I’d break both your legs."
"Yeah, if it weren’t for you, my long legs would have been ruined by Dad long ago." Qiao Anlu kept buttering up, "But fortunately, Dad loves me too much to lay a hand on me."
"If you go too far, let’s see if I still love you," Qiao Jianming shouted, "the entertainment industry is just a big dye vat!"
"I’m perfectly fine, aren’t I?" Qiao Anlu said, then hooked her arm through Ning Zesheng’s, "Dad, the entertainment industry is a big dye vat, but I’ve always been doing well, thanks to Ah Cheng secretly protecting and helping me all this time."
She called him Ah Cheng with a bashful face, making Ning Zesheng feel a little uneasy.