The term “rich second generation” had always carried a negative connotation in Liu Changqing’s mind.

Probably because in his previous life, there was a lot of online hate toward rich kids, which subconsciously shaped his opinion over time. But now, seeing what kind of person Chen Dafu was, Liu Changqing felt like his years of beliefs had been completely overturned.

For the first time, he realized… that even a rich kid could be this down-to-earth.

Dafu… what on earth did you go through when you were young to end up like this?

That question emerged in his mind, but Liu Changqing still looked at the confused expression on Chen Dafu’s face and gently asked,

“So… you’re really set on Gu Xiyu now?”

“Yeah.”

Hearing Liu Changqing mention Gu Xiyu, a rare trace of tenderness appeared on Chen Dafu’s face.

“She’s really special. Sure, her background and education aren’t impressive, but for some reason she gives me a feeling that no other woman ever has…”

He paused at that point, popped a strawberry in his mouth, and then continued,

“When she smiles, her eyes look like crescent moons, and she’s got this little snaggletooth. What I love most is that dimple on her cheek—it looks so sweet and cute. We’ve gone out for dinner a few times. She thought I didn’t have much money, so she dragged me to a small diner nearby. A meal was like, barely over ten bucks. A woman like that… I’m in love.”

“……”

“Isn’t this kind of relationship perfect? She doesn’t know my background, she’s always thinking about me, and she’s super frugal with money. She’s totally the kind of woman you can build a life with.”

“……”

“Why aren’t you saying anything?”

“As long as you’re happy.”

“Hehehe, of course I’m happy! Every minute and second I spend with her feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I’ve already imagined us surrounded by grandkids in the future, the two of us with gray hair, sitting in chairs watching the sunset together. She’ll call me ‘Old Man,’ and I’ll call her ‘Old Lady,’ and the two of us—”

“Stop, stop, stop!”

Liu Changqing quickly interrupted him.

This was the first time he realized Chen Dafu could be such a chatterbox. And the things he was saying… they were unbelievably mushy.

He couldn’t even bring himself to say stuff like that to An Yuanyao.

How could this guy talk like that with such longing in his eyes?

Letting out a deep sigh, Liu Changqing looked at Chen Dafu and decided to hit him with a dose of reality.

“Why are you thinking so far ahead right now? Didn’t your dad already say he’s against it?”

The dreamy look on Chen Dafu’s face instantly disappeared, replaced by a gloomy expression.

His whole face drooped.

“Sigh… That’s why I came to you for help, to figure something out.”

As he said that, he suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Liu Changqing’s hands with both of his own, his face full of pleading.

“Help me, I’ve got no other options!”

Caught completely off guard, Liu Changqing stared wide-eyed at the guy gripping his hands.

His hands were damp and clammy.

A wave of disgust surged in Liu Changqing’s chest. He immediately yanked his hands back and grabbed a nearby rag to wipe them off.

At the same time, his face was full of distaste.

“Talk properly! Why the hell are you grabbing me?”

“Old Liu!”

“……”

Silence settled in.

Honestly, this wasn’t something Liu Changqing could help with.

The guy’s parents were against the relationship—what was he supposed to do?

Go visit their house and try to convince his dad not to meddle in his son’s love life?

Liu Changqing figured if he really tried that, Chen Dafu’s dad would probably chase him out with a broom.

Family matters were the hardest to get involved in. And besides, he still had a wife to take care of, and two unborn babies in her belly…

Chen Dafu had helped him a lot before, and now that he finally needed help himself, Liu Changqing couldn’t do anything for him.

That made Liu Changqing feel a bit guilty.

But a man had to face reality. He didn’t make any false promises—after hesitating for a long while, he just came out and told him straight.

“Dafu, I really can’t help you with this. It’s a family matter, after all, and you and your dad clearly don’t see eye to eye. I…”

“No! You can’t abandon me!”

Before Liu Changqing could even finish rejecting him, Chen Dafu suddenly panicked.

Shouting something that sounded utterly absurd, he threw himself at Liu Changqing and wrapped him up in a hug.

At the same time, he started yelling at the top of his lungs,

“If you don’t help me, I’m not letting go! I’m gonna cling to you forever!”

“What the h*ll are you doing?!”

“Are you helping me or not?!”

“Let go! You’re freaking disgusting!”

“I’m not letting go!”

“F**k, what the hell is wrong with your brain?!”

Liu Changqing started struggling. Being held like this set off every alarm in his system—his body was screaming to get away.

Their tussling was loud.

So loud that An Yuanyao, who was resting in the bedroom, heard everything. Especially since her husband had only gone to wash some strawberries and still hadn’t come back after all this time.

Thinking that, An Yuanyao stepped out of the bedroom and walked toward the kitchen.

The moment she saw what was happening in front of her, she was completely stunned.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, and her hand instinctively flew up to cover her mouth in shock.

She looked traumatized.

There, in the kitchen, her husband was using one hand to shove Chen Dafu’s face away, and the other to try and pry his arm off.

Because of the resistance, Chen Dafu’s lips were puckered up.

The scene looked… as weird as it could possibly get.

It was like… Chen Dafu was trying to kiss Liu Changqing, and Liu Changqing was trying to resist.

The two of them froze mid-struggle, both turning to look at An Yuanyao, who was now standing at the kitchen door.

When Liu Changqing saw the disbelief on his wife’s face…

He glanced at Chen Dafu, then down at the position of their bodies.

Then he snapped his head back up toward An Yuanyao, blurting out in a panicked voice,

“Babe… it’s not what it looks like!”

“You two… what are you doing…”

“Let me explain! He wanted me to help him, and then he just—”

“What’s going on? I heard everything from the bedroom…”

Before Liu Changqing could finish explaining, another voice cut in—his son’s, coming closer from the hallway.

A second later, Liu Zhiyue appeared beside An Yuanyao. He had started to speak, but the words got stuck in his throat the moment he saw the scene in front of him.

He too stared at the position the two men were in—frozen in place, dumbfounded…

Then, after a short pause, Liu Zhiyue’s face started twitching uncontrollably.

“Dad… what the hell are you guys doing?”

Being stared at like that by his whole family, Liu Changqing felt like his soul had left his body.

His glorious image as a great husband, a great father…

His image…

It was completely destroyed!