Chapter 44: Saving the Gentle Senior 20

Miliya's complexion was awful; Lin Le felt panicked, clutching the corner of her clothes, but she dared not step forward to admit it.

She glanced at Lin Le, sizing her up from head to toe.

So this is the person who bullied her beloved daughter-in-law.

He looks utterly unkind!

"Hello, Professor Miliya, hello, Dean."

Shen Qingci stepped forward to greet them, his attitude respectful.

The Dean was naturally very pleased with this student, who had brought considerable glory to their art college; he smiled and nodded.

"Shen classmate, Professor Miliya came today to meet you and to be appointed an honorary professor at our college—all thanks to you."

Shen Qingci chuckled lightly, "How could I say it? Without the college's nurturing, I wouldn't have my achievements today."

The school leaders laughed heartily, slapping the Dean's shoulder hard, "Your college has produced a fine seedling!"

Mou Yuan stared at Shen Qingci in shock, as if only now realizing his ability.

Shen Qingci actually got Miliya to accept him as her student!

Seeing her beloved daughter-in-law, Miliya happily wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her green eyes brimming with smiles.

"I'll take him away first, then I need to get to know my new student properly."

The Dean hurriedly nodded, "Of course, of course."

As she turned around, she seemed to recall something and reminded the Dean again.

"If my new student isn't happy in class, it will greatly affect my teaching progress."

The Dean understood her meaning, glancing at the pallid Lin Le.

"Rest assured, our college will naturally provide Shen classmate with the best possible learning environment."

After the two left, the Dean turned back to Lin Le, his tone stern.

"Some students, just focus on class instead of constantly comparing yourselves; the college doesn't have time to constantly smooth things over for you—go home and reflect for a few days."

Lin Le lowered her head, her face flushed red with shame and indignation to the extreme.

Mou Yuan, seeing this, intervened: "Lin classmate is still quite motivated, and she practices dance seriously."

The Dean snorted coldly, "Then that's best—don't cause another scandal of getting arrested that would tarnish the college!"

He then glanced at the other students, his tone softening considerably.

"You too should study hard, striving to shine together with Shen classmate at the evening party and bring glory to the college!"

The class monitor immediately led the response.

Only then did the Dean leave the classroom.

In an instant, the classroom erupted in chatter.

"Good heavens! I actually got to be so close to Professor Miliya—she's really beautiful!"

"Shen Qingci is really amazing, sob sob sob, a role model for us!"

"We're in the same class as Miliya's disciple—suddenly we feel awesome!"

Mou Yuan sighed and shook his head; he had still wanted Shen Qingci to join the Didu Dance Troupe after graduation, never expecting that he already had a better path.

Truly, his future is limitless.

——

Shen Qingci's fingertips nervously rubbed the edge of his pants; he hadn't even finished preparing, yet here he was meeting the parents.

Seeing his tense expression, Miliya smiled and adjusted his collar.

"Don't be nervous, I don't have many rules—just treat me as a friend. Chenchen will be here soon, and we'll go eat together."

She was elegant and amusing, with no trace of seniority airs; Shen Qingci's inner tension gradually eased, and he finally smiled.

"Chenchen used to be unruly in the UK, but it's good he came here—he's become much more obedient and even found such a handsome boyfriend."

Miliya placed a hand on her chest, sighing, "Thank God."

"Ms. Miliya, what bad things are you saying about me?"

Jin Chen walked in backlit, a smile on his face, sunny and handsome.

"I'm praising your good luck."

Miliya lightly punched his shoulder.

"Of course," Jin Chen took Shen Qingci's hand, "Let's go, we've booked the restaurant; this afternoon we'll come back to help you move."

"However, dear Mom, you probably can't join us for lunch."

Jin Chen pointed at his phone, his eyes gleaming mischievously.

"That certain someone who can't be away from you for a moment—Mr. Jin has already followed you back home."

Miliya rubbed her forehead, "Never mind him; the old house isn't lacking cooks—let him eat on his own!"

Thus, at lunchtime, that Mr. Jin waited left and right, but when his wife didn't come home, he drove straight to the restaurant.

Shen Qingci truly met the parents.

When Jin Hongyun entered the private room, Jin Chen was picking vegetables for Shen Qingci; seeing this, he raised an eyebrow.

"Ms. Miliya, your clingy husband has arrived."

Jin Hongyun gave him a sideways glance, "You little brat."

He sat down beside Miliya, put his arm around her waist, and his tone shifted instantly.

"Why didn't you call me to eat with you, wife?"

Miliya calmly pushed away his approaching head, wiped her mouth, then turned and gently kissed Jin Hongyun's cheek in a soothing manner.

"You look so fierce—what if you scared my beloved daughter-in-law?"

Shen Qingci set down his chopsticks, "No, no, Uncle looks quite young, not fierce at all."

Seeing their interaction, Jin Chen also refused to be outdone, clingily hugging Shen Qingci.

"Honey, you now know what kind of dog-food-eating days I used to have, right?"

Shen Qingci was tickled and whispered a sentence.

"So that's why you turned into a wolf-dog temperament?"

Jin Chen immediately pouted.

Jin Hongyun sat up straight; he had already seen Shen Qingci's photos and knew his family background, and had no complaints.

The Jin Family no longer needs to match social status; Jin Chen can find someone he likes, whether male or female is fine.

He picked up the serving chopsticks and gave Shen Qingci a bite of vegetables.

"Don't be nervous, Mother and I won't overly interfere with your domestic life; if after graduation you want to marry, come to Yingguo, we'll have everything ready."

Jin Hongyun's tone was gentle, making Shen Qingci think of his own father.

His eyes turned a little red, "Thank you, Uncle."

Jin Chen rubbed his shoulder, joking: "Look, Dad, if you don't give the Change Address fee, our Qingci won't call you Dad."

Shen Qingci instantly lifted his head, "I didn't mean that."

His hand under the table twisted Jin Chen's waist.

Jin Chen hissed, lowered his head aggrievedly, and leaned against his shoulder.

Jin Hongyun laughed heartily, "Here, the Change Address fee must be given."

He pulled out a bank card from the folder he carried.

"Mother and I aren't domestically, can't help you prepare anything; if you need anything, just buy it with this card."

Miliya nodded, "Yes, little Qingci, don't hold back, spend boldly."

She then remembered the meeting gift she had prepared for Shen Qingci.

"The invitation is also for you; the court Dance Troupe performance at the Paris Opera House in half a year, I will have many programs, oh, you must come see it with Chenchen!"

Shen Qingci's eyes lit up; to him, this invitation was extremely precious.

He accepted both the bank card and the invitation, his voice choked, calling out a long-unused title.

"Thank…… Dad Mom."

"Silly, why are you crying?"

Miliya wiped his Tears, "From now on, always be happy."

Jin Hongyun happily nodded repeatedly, "Sons and daughters are quite mischievous; finally having a well-behaved son fulfills my wish."

Jin Chen chuckled, "Dad, don't drag me down; it's the little sister who's mischievous, I'm not."

He patted Shen Qingci's head, "Don't cry, Qingci treasure, hurry up and eat."

Shen Qingci responded, picking up his chopsticks again.

The inner feeling of emotion and warmth lingered.

He finally had family again.