Chapter 422 A Formal Meeting of the Parents (Part 2)
"Natural Abode," a renowned hotel in Tiandou City, was bustling with noble young men during lunchtime.
So when Mother Xuan led Ning Rongrong into "Natural Abode," Ning Rongrong's beauty immediately attracted attention, with some even trying to strike up a conversation.
However, their initial interest was abruptly cut off by Xuan Mo, who walked in after them. His aura enveloped Mother Xuan and Ning Rongrong, preventing anyone from making a move.
"Old Xuan, come out here!" Ignoring the crowd, Mother Xuan shouted towards the hotel counter.
"Coming, coming, what are you yelling about?" Father Xuan approached, his displeasure vanishing the moment he saw Ning Rongrong. "Oh—Rongrong's here!"
"Indeed." Mother Xuan exclaimed excitedly.
"Hehe, you're here too, kid." At this moment, Xuan's father came to Xuan Mo's side, patting him on the shoulder with a smile, making Xuan Mo a little "at a loss." He was clearly his son, but now Xuan Mo felt like he was adopted.
Before Xuan Mo could figure this out, his father patted his shoulder again and turned to leave.
"In that case, I'll have the kitchen prepare some stir-fries and some drinks, and then the four of us can have a get-together."
With that, Xuan's father beckoned to Uncle Shi, "Old Shi, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to help me at the counter now. My wife and I, along with my son and his wife, will have lunch together."
The moment Xuan's father said "my son and his wife," Xuan's mother burst into laughter, even giving him a thumbs up. Xuan Mo, however, remained calm, glancing at Ning Rongrong, wanting to see her reaction.
Hearing this, Ning Rongrong blushed but didn't object, choosing to acquiesce. Seeing this, Xuan's mother's eyes gleamed even brighter, her joy intensifying.
Uncle Shi, being an experienced man, understood the situation, tossing aside his towel, "Alright!"
He then smiled and nudged Xuan Mo with his elbow, "Young Master, you're really good. Keep it up!"
He then yelled towards the kitchen, "Hurry up..."
At the same time, Xuan's parents led Ning Rongrong and Xuan Mo to a private room on the second floor.
"Haha! Come on, Xiao Mo, finish this bowl."
Xuan's father picked up his wine bowl and clinked it against Xuan Mo's, immediately drinking it all in one gulp. However, just as he was about to pick up the wine jar to pour more, he discovered it was already empty.
"Eh, this wine is gone so quickly."
Xuan's father tossed the wine jar, seemingly unconcerned. Seeing this, Xuan's mother put down her chopsticks, stood up, and said, "Then I'll go downstairs now and get another jar of wine for you two."
But before she could finish, Ning Rongrong stopped her, "Auntie, let me get it."
"Hey, you're a guest."
Xuan's mother had just refused when Ning Rongrong pulled her back down to her seat, "It's alright, it'll allow you two to get together some more."
She didn't give Xuan's mother a chance to speak.
Xuan's mother watched Ning Rongrong's retreating figure, muttering to herself, "Rongrong is a good girl." As soon as she finished speaking, her scrutinizing gaze fell on Xuan Mo.
Noticing Xuan's mother's gaze, Xuan Mo also picked up a piece of food and put it in his mouth, then shrugged, "Mom, what kind of look is that? Besides, Rongrong is already mine."
"What did you say? Rongrong is already yours?"
Xuan's mother's eyes lit up at Xuan Mo's words. Even Xuan's father stopped eating, becoming interested.
Xuan's mother grabbed Xuan Mo, excitedly asking, "I knew your relationship with Rongrong was special! How far have you two gotten? Have you held hands? Kissed? Or have you already reached the final stage of lovemaking?!"
"Cough cough cough, no!"
Xuan Mo choked on his mother's words, staring at her in shock as he quickly interrupted her.
"Mom, why are you so concerned?"
"Eh? No? That's a pity. I was thinking about when I could hold my grandson. But it's okay if we don't, after all, taking that final step on our wedding night would be a wonderful memory!" Xuan's mother revealed a strange smile, her gaze occasionally glancing at Xuan's father, who remained silent with his head down. However, Xuan Mo didn't notice any of this. He felt a stiffness run through him, and then said weakly,
"Mom, no matter what, I'm only nineteen..."
He froze again before he could finish his sentence. Because in his previous life, it wasn't uncommon for a nineteen-year-old to have a child, let alone in the Douluo Continent. Moreover, in Oscar's words, his father had him when he was fourteen.
"Nineteen? Nineteen isn't young anymore."
Xuan's mother rested her chin on her hands, her expression more like that of a nineteen-year-old girl.
"Back then, your father and I had you when we were eighteen. Actually, if your father hadn't been so reserved, you could have been born three or four years earlier."
"Cough cough cough!" After Xuan's mother finished speaking, both Xuan Mo and his father coughed awkwardly.
"Xiao Mo, are you and Rongrong planning to get married?" Xuan's mother glared at the two of them, then turned to look at Xuan Mo.
"And we can also go and meet our in-laws, right?"
"Mom, Dad, I came back this time specifically to talk about this." Xuan Mo wiped his mouth, but what he said made Xuan's mother and father's eyes light up.
The two of them immediately stood up and stared intently at Xuan Mo.
"That means I'm getting engaged to Rongrong in two months."
"You're getting engaged to Rongrong!?"
"Are you serious, kid?" Xuan's parents' gazes turned serious; this was a major life event for their son, and they couldn't be careless.
"Yes." Xuan Mo nodded slightly. "As for the location, it'll be at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!?"
Xuan's parents exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes. "Xiao Mo, you're talking about the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, one of the three upper sects!"
Seeing his parents' surprise, Xuan Mo couldn't help but chuckle, then teased, "I think there's only one Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School on the Douluo Continent."
"Then Rongrong's identity is..." Xuan's mother hesitated, looking at Xuan Mo in disbelief, "A disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?"
"Mom, you're overestimating yourself..."
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