Zhao Wenhua took a step forward.

Behind him, Zhao Ming's parents, Zhao Wenzhong and Sun Juan, had come along too.

"Mom, Dad, what are you doing here as well?!" Zhao Ming was dumbstruck, caught completely off guard.

Sun Juan folded her arms, gave a cold snort, and started in as she walked past him. "If your uncle hadn't told me you'd gotten yourself a girlfriend, I still wouldn't know about it. How much longer were you planning to keep it from me?"

"Mom~"

"Don't you Mom me. You don't say a word to me about something like this. Am I still your mother?"

Zhao Ming made a face. "Mom, strictly speaking she isn't my girlfriend yet. I'm still in the middle of chasing her."

Sun Juan sat down on the sofa and took her son's hand, beaming at him. "A son of mine, as handsome as you are — what's difficult about chasing a girl? Come on, tell me all about her."

Zhao Wenzhong was a businessman as well. He had made his money once when he was young, but he was not greedy about it, so once he had enough to last a lifetime he retired early. The capital Zhao Wenhua started out in business with had come from Zhao Wenzhong too, which was why the two brothers had always been close.

As for Zhao Ming's mother, Sun Juan had married Zhao Wenzhong when she was very young. Nothing difficult had come her way in the twenty-odd years since, so there was still a thread of innocence in her, and her greatest wish these days was to be holding a grandson before long.

Sure enough, the moment Zhao Wenhua raised the matter with the pair of them, Sun Juan had dragged Zhao Wenzhong straight over to their son's place.

"Mom, could you not be in such a rush about it?"

"You're my son. If I'm not in a rush about this, who is?"

Zhao Wenzhong came forward and asked outright, "Your uncle says she's still in college?"

"Mm."

"Which one?"

Zhao Ming answered honestly. "Shanghai Conservatory of Music."

"What's…