I Fell In Love With Qing Leng Xue Shen Chapter 19
byChapter 19 Confessing to Parents
The morning light filtered through the cracks in the blackout curtains, casting a slender warm streak on the carpet.
Xie Shuhan, whose biological clock has always been accurate, rarely opened his eyes until nearly noon.
After calming down, Xie Shuhan stood up and walked to the bathroom.
The cold water splashed on my face, dispelling the last trace of tiredness. After washing up, I took a taxi back home.
The Xie family is not a top wealthy family like the Lu Jin family, but they are from a good family background.
The car stopped in front of an elegant single-family villa, with a few green vines climbing on the off-white exterior wall.
The roses that Nangong Wan carefully took care of were planted in the yard. They were blooming enthusiastically at the moment, with pink and red petals on the branches, filled with a faint floral fragrance.
Xie Shuhan paid the fare, opened the door, and felt a familiar smell.
He raised his hand and pushed open the wrought-iron door, his footsteps tapping softly on the cobblestone path.
As soon as I walked into the entrance hall, I smelled a strong aroma of food coming from the direction of the kitchen.
Mixed with the richness of braised pork, the sweet and sourness of sweet and sour fish, and the refreshing taste of stir-fried vegetables, these are the flavors he has grown up eating.
“Mom.” He changed his shoes and walked into the kitchen quietly. He saw Nangong Wan wearing an off-white apron and standing busy in front of the stove.
Her hair was tied loosely behind her head, with a few strands of hair hanging down her cheeks. With a gentle smile in the corner of her eyes, she was concentrating on stir-frying the vegetables in the pot. The firelight made her profile look particularly soft.
When Nangong Wan heard this, she turned around and saw her son. Her eyes lit up instantly and her tone was full of joy: “Hey, Hanhan is back! Go out and sit for a while. There is a lot of smoke in the kitchen. Mom’s squirrel mandarin fish will be ready soon.”
As she spoke, she picked up the spatula and flipped it gently. The fish meat sizzled in the hot oil and was coated in golden sauce. It looked extremely tempting.
“Yeah, okay.” Xie Shuhan nodded, his eyes lingering on his mother’s slightly busy figure for a moment before turning and walking out of the kitchen.
The decoration of the living room is simple and warm. The light gray sofa is covered with a soft cashmere blanket, and fresh fruits are placed on the coffee table.
The bookshelf next to it is neatly arranged with various books, most of which are collected by his father Xie Qing, and there are also literary books that he likes.
He walked to the sofa and sat down, then picked up a half-opened copy of “The Little Prince” from the coffee table, and ran his fingertips across the yellowed pages.
At this moment, the sound of a key turning was heard at the door. Xie Shuhan looked up and saw Xie Qing walking in carrying a black briefcase.
He was wearing a pressed dark gray suit, and his hair was meticulously combed.
There was a bit of fatigue on his face after work, but it dissipated instantly when he saw his son, replaced by a gentle smile.
“Dad.” Xie Shuhan stood up immediately and called out respectfully.
“Hey, my son is back!” Xie Qing came over, stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder. The warmth in his palm was steady and powerful.
“I heard that you went home for dinner today, and my father deliberately ended the social gathering early. It just so happened that our family had a good time together. It’s been a long time since we had such a complete meal.”
Xie Shuhan nodded, “Dad, have you been very busy at work recently? You look a little tired.”
“Fortunately, it’s all routine.” Xie Qing sat down next to him, picked up the water glass on the coffee table and took a sip.
“It’s you, you have to take care of yourself when you are out there. Don’t be too tired. You can’t finish studying. Your body is your capital.”
The father and son chatted casually, ranging from work to life. The topics were relaxed and natural, and the living room was filled with a warm atmosphere.
Not long after, Nangong Wan’s crisp voice came from the kitchen: “It’s time to eat! Hanhan, hubby, come and eat!”
Xie Qing stood up first and said with a smile: “Let’s go eat.”
Xie Shuhan followed his father into the restaurant and saw that the rectangular dining table was already filled with dishes, which were bright in color and fragrant.
The braised pork ribs are braised until they are tender and fall off the bone, and the sauce is rich;
The stir-fried broccoli is crisp, tender and refreshing, dotted with a few red wolfberries;
There is also a bowl of winter melon and shrimp soup, which is clear in color and delicious in flavor.
Aunt Zhao, the nanny, came over with the last dish and said with a smile: “Master is back. Madam has specially prepared so many dishes. Come and try them.”
“Thank you for your hard work, wife, for such a sumptuous meal.” Xie Qing walked over and hugged Nangong Wan naturally, his tone full of doting.
Nangong Wan pretended to push him, her cheeks slightly red: “Oh, the child is still here, sit down and eat quickly.”
Xie Qing smiled helplessly and sat down on the main seat.
Nangong Wan pulled Xie Shuhan to sit next to her, picked up the serving chopsticks, and kept picking up food for him. The bowl quickly piled up into a hill.
“Hanhan, eat more pork ribs. This was your favorite when you were a child. Mom stewed it for two hours. It must be rotten.”
“Also, this fish has all the bones picked out, so you can eat it with confidence.”
Xie Shuhan responded while eating slowly. The familiar taste spread on the tip of his tongue, ironing out some irritability in his heart.
The family ate happily and occasionally talked about homely things. The atmosphere was warm and harmonious.
Halfway through eating, Nangong Wan put down her chopsticks, looked at her son, hesitated for a moment, and then said, “Hanhan, mom has something to ask you.”
Xie Shuhan raised his eyes and looked at her with doubts in his eyes: “You tell me.”
Nangong Wan held his hand, with a warm touch on her fingertips, and her tone was gentle and serious: “After so many years, your parents don’t know who you like in your heart, they are always thinking about it.”
Xie Qing also put down his chopsticks, looked at his son, and echoed in a calm tone: “Yes, Shuhan, your mother is right, you tell dad, no matter what kind of person the other person is, dad will help you give advice. As long as you like it, dad will support you.”
The atmosphere around the dining table instantly became quiet, leaving only the occasional chirping of birds outside the window.
Xie Shuhan lowered his eyes at the food in the bowl, tightened his fingertips slightly, and after a moment of silence, he slowly raised his head and said in a light but clear voice: “His… name is Lu Jin.”
“Lu Jin?” Nangong Wan was stunned for a moment, with a confused look on his face.
“Why doesn’t this name sound like a girl’s name? Whose girl does it belong to? Why have I never heard of this name?”
She searched her mind for familiar people in her circle, but she still couldn’t remember any girl named Lu with this name.
Xie Shuhan raised his eyes and met the doubtful gazes of his parents. Without any avoidance, he said calmly: “Mom, he is a boy.”
With a “clang” sound, the chopsticks in Nangong Wan’s hand accidentally fell on the dining table, making a crisp sound.
Xie Qing’s brows also frowned slightly, with a look of surprise on his face.
The air around the dining table seemed to have frozen, and it was so quiet that one could hear each other’s breathing.
Nangong Wan was stunned for a while, then slowly came back to her senses, picked up the chopsticks, wiped them with a tissue, her voice was a little unbelievable, but still remained gentle: “Hanhan, then…does he like you?”
Xie Shuhan lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyelids, and there was a hint of imperceptible bitterness in his tone: “I don’t know, I probably don’t like it.”
Over the years, he has kept this love hidden in his heart and never expressed it to his mouth.
Xie Qing was silent for a long time, the surprise on his face gradually faded away, replaced by deep thoughts.
He looked at the loneliness in his son’s eyes, and felt distressed in his heart.
After a while, he spoke in a serious tone: “Shuhan, although our Xie family is a traditional family, neither father nor mother has feudal ideas. There is no fixed pattern in relationships. As long as you really like it, as long as you feel happy, father supports your decision.”
He paused, reached out and patted his son on the shoulder, his tone full of concern: “But dad wants to tell you that feelings are two-way. If the other person really doesn’t like you, or even has no good impression of you, dad hopes you won’t be too persistent and don’t let yourself be wronged.
When you feel that there is really no hope, you must put your own feelings first and don’t break your heart for someone who is not worthy of it. Do you understand?”
Nangong Wan also nodded quickly, her eyes slightly red: “Mom thinks so too, Hanhan, no matter what, you are mom and dad’s precious son, we only hope you can be happy.”
Listening to his parents’ gentle but firm words, Xie Shuhan felt warm in his heart.
He always thought that when his parents knew the truth, they would object, be disappointed, and even blame him, but he never expected that they would give unconditional understanding and support.
His voice was choked: “I understand, parents, thank you.”
Nangong Wan stretched out her hand, gently stroked her son’s hair, and said in a gentle tone: “Silly boy, what else can you say to your parents about thanking you? Eat quickly, the food is almost cold.”
She picked up the serving chopsticks again and gave Xie Shuhan a piece of fish. “Eat more. No matter what happens, your parents will always be your strongest support.”
The family picked up their chopsticks again and continued eating.