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"Dear, you're here!"
Yu Suihuan had specially arranged the room to create a more inviting atmosphere for having a baby. Hearing the sound of the door, she struck a seductive pose. However, when she saw who was outside, her smile instantly froze.
There were not one, but three people at the door!
Ahem, um, Xiao Yu, we've met before! I am Yang Qinghe's mother!
The four of them stood there, all wearing awkward expressions. Yang Mother cleared her throat a few times, trying to appear calm as she spoke first.
Yu Suihuan quickly adjusted her posture and pulled up the neckline of her outfit that had slipped down to her shoulders. "Auntie, please come in."
She forced out a smile; it was just too embarrassing—she really wanted to find a hole to hide in!
"It's okay, relax. My mom and sister are easy to get along with!" Yang Qinghe noticed Yu Suihuan's nervousness and leaned closer to whisper comforting words.
Yu Suihuan took a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions. She smiled at Yang Mother, attempting to mask her embarrassment with a grin. "Auntie, Sister, I'm sorry! I didn't know you were coming, so I didn't prepare anything!"
Yang Mother nodded with a smile as she entered the room. "It's fine; we were just eager and didn't notify you in advance. Xiao Yu, please don't mind!"
Yang Mother and Yang Qingping showed no signs of displeasure; they were all smiles.
"Xiao Yu, this is some chicken soup my mom specially made for you. Drink it while it's hot!"
"During this time, you and Yang Qinghe just focus on the important matters; I'll take care of the cooking and delivering meals!"
Uh, important matters? Having a baby?
Yu Suihuan realized that Yang Qinghe must have mentioned their desire for children, and she shot him an annoyed glare.
Yang Qinghe sheepishly touched his nose; he hadn’t expected his mom and sister to be so excited—they had come rushing over!
"Xiao Huan," he said, "let me tell your school leadership that you'll be taking leave for now to rest at home. I guarantee it won't affect your graduation!"
Even if Yang Mother hadn't said anything, Yu Suihuan was already planning the same thing. Yes, the important matters should take precedence; everything else could wait! Yang Qingping chimed in, glancing at Yu Suihuan's stomach as she spoke.
"Mom, look at Xiao Huan; she's so thin, she barely has any meat on her bones. You should cook her something good these next few days!"
Yu Suihuan felt a warmth in her heart; all her earlier tension and anxiety melted away. She even thought this family was quite adorable.
"Auntie, I want to help you both get married as soon as possible. When do you think would be a good date? And what about your parents? Should we notify them soon?"
Yang Mother showed great respect towards Yu Suihuan; she wasn't the type of mother who was overly controlling or independent. After all, this was about the children's marriage, and she respected their decisions.
"Auntie, isn't Yang Qinghe about to head off to the army? I think the sooner we can arrange the wedding, the better. How about the day after tomorrow?"
They could hold it right here in our courtyard; it's spacious enough!
Wang Zhao had given Yu Suihuan this Siheyuan, which not only had a beautiful and quiet environment but also ample space for whatever they needed. No matter how many tables they wanted to set up, there would be enough room.
Yu Suihuan calculated the dates in her mind; she would call her parents and grandparents shortly. If they were leaving tomorrow, they would arrive at the latest by the day after tomorrow. So holding the wedding then seemed just right.
"Alright, then let's get everything ready!"
Yang Mother and Yang Qingping were taken aback; they had thought about it quickly but hadn’t expected it to happen so soon! Hearing this, they dared not linger any longer.
Yang Mother and Yang Qingping hurriedly took their leave to prepare for the wedding necessities. Time was tight; they had to move fast!
After sending off Yang Mother and Yang Qingping, Yu Suihuan closed the door.
Yang Qinghe wore a mischievous grin as he began to take off his jacket, then started unbuttoning his shirt.
"Hey, you haven't even had your chicken soup yet!"
Before Yu Suihuan could start drinking it, Yang Qinghe scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed.
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