Mr.CEO Looks Exactly the Same as My Son!-Chapter 929: Should We Let Them In?
"No need to bother."
Gripping his arm, she waited for a while, making sure the discomfort in her stomach had lessened before standing up straight.
"My dad specifically told us to stand in the yard. What kind of situation would that be if we ran away?"
She knew her father’s temper well. If he saw that she and Shaoyu were not in the yard, he’d likely be furious.
"But you’re not feeling well. You didn’t have to come out with me earlier; I could have stood here myself."
He touched her face gently, feeling a bit sorry for her.
"It’s okay. I bet it won’t be long before my dad lets us back in."
Lan Shan said with confidence, as if she was certain of the situation.
This puzzled Gong Shaoyu, "Why do you say that?"
"Because..."
She deliberately left it hanging, playfully stuck out her tongue, and then explained, "My dad has a fiery temper, but his anger comes and goes quickly. No matter how mad he gets, he won’t actually kick us out, and besides, he’s afraid of my mom..."
Gong Shaoyu: "..."
So, my future father-in-law is henpecked? Is this considered a big secret?
In the living room
Lan Jue sat on the sofa, holding a newspaper, but his gaze kept drifting outside.
He stared for a while, without retracting his gaze.
At first, Shen Xiaya didn’t notice, but after several glances, it was inevitable to be caught...
She watched him quietly, the corners of her mouth involuntarily lifting into a smile.
When Mrs. Zhang came over, she was surprised to see the lady smiling. Then when she saw where the gentleman’s gaze was directed, she too pursed her lips slightly and stifled a laugh.
Catching the movement, Lan Jue withdrew his gaze, heavily coughed twice, and cast an annoyed glance at her, "What’s up?"
Mrs. Zhang quickly withdrew her smile, straightened her expression, thought for a moment about how to open her mouth, then spoke, "Sir, I just noticed the young miss seems to have pretty severe morning sickness. It’s so cold outside now, why not let them in?"
Lan Jue didn’t respond, but his hand clutching the newspaper betrayed his emotions at the moment.
After another glance at the scene outside in the yard, he was about to pull back his gaze when he suddenly noticed the slippers the two of them were wearing.
His expression instantly darkened, glaring at Mrs. Zhang, "Did you let them stand outside in slippers? Are you trying to make them catch a cold?"
Mrs. Zhang felt very wronged, thinking, it was clearly you, sir, who sent them out without a word. Why is it my fault now?
She hadn’t done anything, just came to plead on their behalf, is it easy for me?
Despite her complaints inside, she said nothing, stood there for a while without moving, and tentatively asked, "Sir, shall we let them in?"
Upon hearing this, Lan Jue fell silent.
Shen Xiaya couldn’t stand it any longer, furrowed her brows, and said, "What are you hesitating about? If Shanshan catches a cold, what about the baby in her stomach? It’s said that during pregnancy you can’t take medicine casually, it’s still our daughter who will suffer!"
Lan Jue still didn’t speak, struggling internally for a while before weighing the pros and cons, "Alright, alright, let them in, but let me say this first, coming in is one thing, getting my approval won’t be easy."
"Got it." She replied with a smile, giving Mrs. Zhang a look, signaling for her to quickly call them in.
