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“This tofu stew is delicious too.”

Zhao Chuyu pretended not to notice the flirting between the father and son and ate the delicious food that Qi Jin prepared for her.

She had long been suspicious of the injury on his hand.

It had been four or five days since he smashed the glass mirror with his bare hands in a rage. Even if the wound was serious, it should have scabbed over, but he still kept it wrapped and refused to let her see it.

And he didn't let her help him change the medicine these days. There must be something fishy.

She didn't expose him now because she didn't want to make his father worry. She could only wait until she and he were alone before she could investigate his hand injury.

The old man was warned by his youngest son's indifferent look and dared not ask any more questions. He picked up his chopsticks and ate the food he had made himself.

He didn’t know if he would have the chance to taste the food made by Xiao An again in the future, so he ate a little more without realizing it, and ended up feeling a little full.

But he couldn't let the young couple notice, so he could only sit in the first seat, suppressing the bloating, and quietly watched his youngest son, who seemed to be serious, patiently feeding his young daughter-in-law.

The two of them seemed to have their own private world, which was extremely harmonious and sweet, allowing bystanders to feel the deep love.

With Qi Jinan's careful "service", Zhao Chuyu was very satisfied with the meal.

After the stomach is full, the mood naturally improves, and some "illnesses" hidden deep inside begin to lurk again.

After he gently wiped the corners of her mouth with the handkerchief he carried with him, she turned to look at the kind-faced old man.

"Um...do you have any photo albums of Jinan when he was little? Was he not very talkative when he was little?"

After just two days at the Qi family, she had already witnessed how frugal he was with words.

Apart from "teasing" her on a daily basis and having close communication with her, he rarely talked to his father, brothers, and nephews.

Moreover, his relatives seemed to be giving in to him invisibly, putting his feelings first, fearing that he would be unhappy in the slightest.

The reactions of the younger generations were also a bit strange. Although they were very respectful, they seemed very unfamiliar with him. In addition to their awe, they were also a little afraid.

If he had not personally felt the old man's deep love for him and the protection of his older brothers, he would have mistakenly believed that he was picked up by the Qi family.

The old man sitting in the main seat was a little speechless when he heard his daughter-in-law wanted to see old photos of his youngest son. He didn't know how to answer for a moment.

He cast his gaze towards his son, who had a calm expression on his face, as if silently asking if he could tell the truth.

Zhao Chuyu noticed the old man's subtle movements. She blinked her long and thick eyelashes gently, and looked at Qi Jinan who remained silent. She opened her red lips and said, "Can't say? Can't look?"

The old man was too embarrassed to ask, so she asked on his behalf.

No one knows what happened in the past between these two old father and son who have such an awkward relationship.

The father obviously cares about his son, but he is also very cautious, fearing that he will make his son unhappy.

The son's attitude towards his father is even more "strange", and he completely ignores him.

Perhaps it was because her "exploring" gaze was too intense that Qi chuckled softly.

He put the handkerchief away and looked into his fiancée's eyes, which were filled with doubt. His Adam's apple moved slightly, "You can talk, you can watch, whatever you want."

The gentle words full of doting once again refreshed the old man's stereotype of him.

The old father was deeply pleased to see such a lively side of his youngest son.

The perfect impression of the new daughter-in-law once again reached the sky.

Chu Yu, the daughter-in-law, is truly the Qi family's lucky star.

After getting his youngest son's verbal agreement, the old man no longer hesitated and stood up with his cane, "Okay, Chuyu, I'll go to the study to get it, you and Xiaoan go sit in the living room first."

"Well, okay, thank you for your hard work." Zhao Chuyu smiled and nodded slightly.

As soon as she finished speaking, she took Qi Jinan's hand and said, "Sit with me in the living room."

Don't miss the opportunity to see his childhood photos.

She held his arm and asked curiously in a low voice as they walked: "When you were very young, were you also not allowed to have contact with the opposite sex?"

Although I knew it was most likely what she thought, I still wanted to confirm it with my own eyes.

She was so full of energy that the tenderness in Qi's eyes became deeper and deeper.

He slowed down his pace, matching her pace, and tapped his chin, "Yes, since birth, I can't touch or see it."

He didn't want to hide anything from her, and he didn't want any rift to arise between them because of a small matter that was not explained clearly.

Before turning around and leaving the restaurant, the old man glanced at the young couple walking hand in hand intimately, and his wrinkled old face was filled with a smile without regrets.

With a smile on his face, he walked to the elevator door with a cane and took the elevator to the second floor study to get the photo album.

On the first floor, when Zhao Chuyu entered the living room, all his attention was attracted by a family portrait on the wall.

She let go of Qi Jinan's hand, stepped forward, and locked her eyes on the handsome young man sitting next to Old Man Qi.

That was the teenage Qi Jinan, who looked to be around fifteen or sixteen years old.

His eyes were deep, his lips were tightly pursed, and his expression was cold and indifferent, not much different from his adult version.

However, as a teenager, although he was still cold and aloof, he was less gloomy now.

At that time, he must have been the irreplaceable campus male god in the hearts of all girls.

She sensed that he was standing behind her, and asked without hesitation, "When you were in school, was your desk full of pink love letters? Did girls often confess to you?"

As soon as the last word fell, his chin was grabbed by a slender hand and lifted up, "Xiao Chuyu, are you...jealous?"

"No, I'm just asking out of curiosity."

Zhao Chuyu struggled uncomfortably to break free from his grasp and lowered her eyelids to hide the jealousy that leaked out of her eyes unnaturally.

Her weak rebuttal allowed Qi Jinan to see through her true thoughts at a glance.

He opened his arms and hugged her slender waist. He rested his well-defined jaw on her shoulder and kissed her jade-white neck with his lips. "Do you want selective amnesia for Xiao Chuyu? Hmm?"

"Huh? What?"

Suddenly being kissed tenderly, Lady Zhao was confused by his extremely numbing and hoarse voice, and she didn't quite understand what he meant.

Qi Jinan kissed her sensitive earlobe and smiled softly:

"Because of my physical disability, I have never attended a single class in school, let alone received love letters or confessions."

How could those women who made him feel disgusted be worthy of getting close to him and confessing their love to him?

Only his little first encounter was a special case.

After hearing his explanation, Zhao Chuyu finally came to her senses from her jealousy, and her charming little face involuntarily turned red.

He was jealous of the wrong thing. How could he selectively forget the symptoms of his "allergy" to women?

I had just confirmed with him a minute ago whether he had been unable to have contact with the opposite sex since childhood.

Sure enough, being in love makes a person become "stupid".

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