"Get off."

Chen Qingqing pulled her foot back, got up from the sofa, shoved Xu Ye aside and pursed her lips, swearing at him irritably. "From now on, you're not allowed to touch me!"

"All right, all right, understood." Xu Ye's skin was thick anyway. He dropped onto the sofa, picked the mango pomelo sago up off the coffee table and started drinking it.

Upstairs, Jiang Meilin finished bringing the laundry in and couldn't decide whether she ought to go down or not.

But then it occurred to her.

Why should I be the one feeling awkward?

The two of them are all over each other and a parent catches them at it — shouldn't they be the ones who are awkward? I'm the parent!

And just as Jiang Meilin was about to come down—

Chen Hansong drove up as well. He walked to the living room door and pressed the bell, and before long the door opened from inside.

One look at Xu Ye opening the door and Chen Hansong was immediately annoyed.

Boy, you really do treat this place as your own home now, don't you?

I doubt I come here half as often as you do!

At that thought.

Chen Hansong, who had once been master of this house, felt his face fall on the spot. He didn't so much as acknowledge Xu Ye — he went around him and straight over to Chen Qingqing.

Seeing that Chen Qingqing's face was scarlet, he asked, puzzled, "Qingqing, what's the matter? Why is your face so red?"

Chen Qingqing glared at Xu Ye, as though warning him not to say anything, then made up an excuse. "It's a bit hot."

"Hot?" Chen Hansong didn't quite follow. Wasn't the air conditioning on?

Chen Hansong had only just sat down on the sofa when Jiang Meilin appeared on the stairs — and the instant he saw her he was on his feet again, purely by reflex.

Watching the state of Chen Hansong, Xu Ye couldn't help finding it funny.

Father-in-law, oh, father-in-law. All you can do to me now is pull…