Chapter 822: Father

Ying Zhicheng's sudden room inspection ended amid an awkward atmosphere.

Facing his daughter, Ying Zhicheng still maintained a calm, composed facade, as if he had merely come up to check in casually.

Seeing both daughters already sharing a bed with Li Luo, any further words now seemed redundant.

So Ying Zhicheng said nothing more, merely told them to sleep early, turned, waved his hand, and walked toward the master bedroom door, preparing to leave.

Yuan Wanqing, seeing this, said nothing either, only glanced at her precious daughter still clinging around Li Luo's neck, half her body draped over him, her face wearing a helplessly resigned expression.

If it were Chanxi, she'd surely be too shy to do this—she'd have let go long ago.

But Zhusheng? She looked like she was deliberately pressing herself against Li Luo, utterly unembarrassed.

Thinking of this, Yuan Wanqing shook her head, but as she was about to leave, she couldn't help adding: "You two… uh… still be careful about safety."

At these words, Li Luo's expression instantly turned peculiar.

Chanxi's face flushed red; she opened her mouth to explain, but found no words.

How could she possibly discuss such a topic with her elders?

Yan Zhusheng, however, nodded obediently, saying without hesitation: "Mom, don't worry, we'll be careful."

Hearing this, Ying Chanxi could only nod lightly and hum in agreement.

That soft "hmm" made Ying Zhicheng feel his body sway, as if he could barely stand.

From Ying Zhicheng's perspective, Ying Chanxi's reaction now confirmed the truth of those sixty-two times.

Oh no, it should be sixty-three.

But that time in the bathroom today—did they even use protection?

Thinking of this, Ying Zhicheng suddenly halted his steps, turned back around, hurried to the bedside, reached into his pant pocket, and shoved something into Li Luo's arms.

"Uncle Ying… this…?" Li Luo froze for a moment, then picked it up and realized it was two plastic squares.

This left him utterly at a loss.

Meanwhile, Ying Zhicheng let out a cold snort, feeling as if his heart were bleeding after giving away this thing.

It felt like handing weapons to the enemy on the battlefield.

But under these circumstances, he had no choice but to give it.

What if this kid keeps refusing to use protection from now on?

Even if one or two times might not lead to pregnancy, there's always a chance—you can't rely on luck.

Chanxi is only in her first year of university; Chongran Culture needs her leadership—she absolutely cannot get pregnant now.

He and Yuan Wanqing were still young, not in any rush for grandchildren; it was better for Li Luo to be cautious.

"Just take it. Safety first," Ying Zhicheng said with a dark face. "I'm leaving. Sleep early."

Saying this, he turned again and walked off quickly, unwilling to stay another second.

Yuan Wanqing, upon seeing what Ying Zhicheng had given, also blushed and hurriedly followed him out.

Once the master bedroom door was shut, Yuan Wanqing whispered: "Why did you give him that thing? They surely have their own—this is just unnecessary, so awkward."

"What do you know?" Ying Zhicheng said as he stepped into the elevator. "Didn't I go into Li Luo's bedroom this afternoon?"

"I went there just to use the restroom, so I checked out their bathroom."

"That day, Li Luo and I went downstairs to box, got sweaty, and took a shower on the first floor."

"Li Luo and Chanxi took their shower on the third floor."

"Later, when I went to that master bedroom's bathroom, I found not just Li Luo's clothes—but Chanxi's too!"

"They clearly showered together! Who knows what else they did?"

"And I didn't find any used protection in the toilet—I feared this kid, for a moment of pleasure, used nothing at all."

"So it's better to be safe than sorry."

As he spoke, Ying Zhicheng felt such heartache he could barely breathe; he waved his hand, unwilling to say more.

Seeing his state, Yuan Wanqing sighed helplessly, then spoke to comfort him: "You should stop thinking about this so much."

"Chanxi is grown up. Whether it's Li Luo or any other man, once she falls in love, this step will come."

"Li Luo is already an exceptionally outstanding young man."

"If you dislike even someone as outstanding as Li Luo this much, what would you do if Chanxi dated an ordinary guy? Would you chase him down with a knife?"

"You say that…" Ying Zhicheng was speechless; he stepped out of the elevator and said, "I don't dislike Li Luo—I'm just annoyed, that's all…"

As a father, he knew that when a daughter falls in love and reaches this stage, the sparks are bound to fly.

But just imagining it wasn't so bad.

The problem was, this morning, by sheer accident, he had pulled a box of empty wrappers from a drawer.

The shock of that, combined with the sight of scattered clothes in the master bedroom bathroom that afternoon, and tonight's view of both daughters sharing a bed with Li Luo…

Ying Zhicheng felt overwhelmed—it was only natural.

"Alright, alright," Yuan Wanqing patted his back. "They've moved in now; they've entered a new chapter of life."

"As parents, we just silently wish them well—we won't be coming over to stay often anymore."

"Go to sleep early. You have to go to work tomorrow, and I've got appointments to rush to—stop overthinking."

"Got it," Ying Zhicheng waved his hand, returned to their guest bedroom, and lay back on the bed, pulling Yuan Wanqing into his arms. "By the way, are you seriously planning to buy a house here?"

"Yes," Yuan Wanqing nodded with a smile. "Since Li Luo and the others are settling here, why not buy a house too?"

"Tonight while playing mahjong, Xiuhong told us that even if only Li Luo and the others lived here, she and Lao Li didn't want to move over."

"There aren't many familiar faces here—they know all their neighbors back in their old neighborhood, and really don't want to relocate."

"But if we buy a house here and move in…"

"And Yu also buys a new place, so Lao Xu and Suling can move here too—we'll all have company."

"I think that makes sense—what do you think?"