Maybe it was something he couldn't speak about to his mother which is why he decided to come to her. Her motherly instincts kicked in ready to listen. The two of them drank a few glasses and sure enough, Qie Ranzhe felt a sense of ease.
He could easily win the hearts of the older generation but he felt so nervous mostly because this was Wen Qinxi's mother.
"I..... ahem..... about the person I am dating. It's your son and I have liked him since high school," he came out with it rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants. How was he supposed to tell a parent that they won't possibly have a grandchild all because of him?
Mama Wen froze in place like she had been dunked in a barrel of liquid nitrogen. She slowly swallowed the liquor in her mouth as it finally dawned on her. Flat chest and packing down south? If he was talking about a guy then the packing down south could be referring to the gun, not the rear end.
