Chapter 78: A Perfect Match
Chapter 78: A Perfect Match
Father Wang, Wang Shen, seeing Wang Lifengqin fuming with anger, couldn’t help but say, “Fengqin, we really have only ourselves to blame for this child’s marriage matters. If you hadn’t rushed him into endless blind dates, he wouldn’t have become so averse to it all. He wouldn’t have left for a faraway place… You, you alone are responsible for Guocheng leaving us.”
Wang Lifengqin shot Wang Shen a glare and complained, “You’re one to talk. Because of his special background, we could never lecture him like real parents. All these years, we’ve only spoiled and protected him. Who asked us not to be his biological parents? We never had the authority to discipline him properly.”
When Wang Shen heard her blaming him, his temper flared. “Old woman, can’t you watch your tongue? Even secrets you blurt out so loudly? Do you want the leader to summon me for a talk?”
He was rather agitated as he spoke, thankful at least that they lived in a detached house. No one else had heard what Wang Lifengqin had just said. Wang Shen worried about Guocheng’s true origins, afraid that the truth would eventually come to light and bring them disaster.
After all, Wang Guocheng was Feng Chaoting’s illegitimate son. If that news ever broke, it would cause quite a stir for Feng Chaoting and put Z Nation in the eye of the storm.
Wang Lifengqin propped her leg on the coffee table. “Anyway, I can’t accept the girl he’s chosen. With Guocheng’s identity, we have a responsibility to the leader. We must find someone truly compatible for him.”
Wang Shen sighed, “Wang Lifengqin, what era do you think we’re living in? Still talking about matching families? If that’s how you see it, back when you married me, were our families equal? Why get so particular now with our child? Does that really matter? Look at the leader—does he seem happy?”
Wang Lifengqin crossed her arms and glanced askance at Wang Shen. “Well, I’m thinking about the Feng family’s legacy. A proper match means fewer troubles later on.”
Wang Shen hurried over, covering her mouth. “Old woman, why do you keep harping on her background? Why so loud? Are you trying to stir up trouble? What’s wrong with Kangcheng, anyway? Go ask around—Kangcheng is a fine place, full of talented people and beauties.”
Wang Lifengqin, cowed, fell silent and softened her tone. “Even if Kangcheng is full of talent, people from different parts of the country have different habits. I worry they’ll struggle after marriage…”
Wang Shen sat beside her, patting her arm. “Old woman, you really should be less narrow-minded. Children have their own fortunes. All your complaints only make things harder for them. A child’s marriage should be something joyful, but you make it uncomfortable. No wonder he left in secret!”
Wang Lifengqin was still disgruntled, muttering, “No matter what, he shouldn’t be so willful!”
While Wang Lifengqin was still fuming with Wang Shen after hanging up the phone, Wang Guocheng, on the other end, had already begun proposing to Fan Xiaoyao once more.
Seeing Fan Xiaoyao enter the room, Wang Guocheng eagerly called out, “Xiaoyao, don’t go!”
Fan Xiaoyao had only come in to see if his call was finished, but was stopped at the door. “Guocheng, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”
Wang Guocheng stood up, took her hand, and looked at the ring on her right middle finger, his face beaming with joy. “Xiaoyao, I want to propose to you!”
Fan Xiaoyao found it a bit odd and reached out to touch his forehead. “Guocheng, are you drunk? Didn’t you already propose to me? Why do you want to do it again?”
Wang Guocheng pursed his lips and gazed deeply into her eyes. “Xiaoyao, you once said you’d only marry me after I proposed 101 times. That’s a lot, so I have to hurry and reach that number. Then you’ll finally marry me.”
Fan Xiaoyao hadn’t expected her casual remark back then to be taken so seriously by Wang Guocheng.
Sensing the moment, she played along. “Yes, but have you really thought it through? Are you truly going to propose to me 101 times?”
He grasped her hand. “As long as you’ll marry me, I’ll propose a thousand times—even ten thousand times.”
Fan Xiaoyao looked at him and couldn’t help but laugh. “So who’s designing these proposals—you or me? Should we really plan 101 proposals, with a different setting for each one?”
Wang Guocheng knew Fan Xiaoyao was clever and whimsical, always full of unique ideas. He hadn’t expected her to demand 101 proposals, each one different, each one creative and new.
He knelt on the floor, wrapped his arms around her legs, and slipped into character. “Chengcheng, marry me. For you, I’d give up everything.”
Fan Xiaoyao was startled by how quickly Wang Guocheng got into the act, making her burst out laughing. “Ha! Are you reenacting The Bund?”
Wang Guocheng, lost in the role of Ding Li, declared, “Chengcheng, I love you. You are the miracle in my life, my one and only irreplaceable wonder. Only with you does my heart truly beat.
Chengcheng, this world is too complicated. I want to take you away, to fly far, far away with you, to find a place for just the two of us amidst the chaos.”
Seeing him so immersed in the part, Fan Xiaoyao was moved.
“Chaos? But if the world is in chaos, there’s nowhere to shelter us. We’d be like duckweed, floating without roots…”
Wang Guocheng, seeing her join the play, couldn’t help but kiss her cheek. “Xiaoyao, no matter where we are, I love you.
No matter what roles we play, you are my Fan Xiaoyao, and I am your Wang Guocheng.
If you like role-playing, I’ll act with you, whoever you wish. If you’re Juliet, I’ll be your Romeo. If you’re Zhu Yingtai, I’ll be your Liang Shanbo. If you’re Lady White Snake, I’ll be your Xu Xian. If you’re Emperor Qianlong, I’ll be your Chen Huanxiu.”
Just as Wang Guocheng was pouring out his sweet words, Fan Xiaoyang knocked on the door at the perfect moment, poked her head in, and stuck out her tongue.
“Sis… Brother Guocheng, dinner’s ready. Your lines are way too mushy—think about the feelings of us minors…” She rubbed her arms in mock discomfort and exaggeratedly shivered at the goosebumps.