Hearing what Xiao Changkun said, Ye Chen guessed that he should already know about Han Meiqing’s intention to marry He Yuanjiang.
So, Ye Chen said: “Dad, I happen to be not far away. Let’s go over now. Let’s meet at the door.”
Xiao Changkun choked and said, “Okay, then I won’t drive. I’ll wait for you at the door. My dear son-in-law, please hurry up!”
“Okay.” Ye Chen agreed, but hung up the phone deliberately for a few minutes.
After all, He Yuanjiang had just left, and he was also on his way to pick up Han Meiqing from the University for the Elderly.
If he went there now, the four of them might bump into each other at the school gate, which would be even more embarrassing.
Ye Chen is not afraid of embarrassment, he is afraid that his father-in-law will be further irritated.
After deliberately delaying for a while, Ye Chen drove to the University for the Elderly.
And when he was going to the University for the Elderly, Han Meiqing was waiting for He Yuanjiang on the roadside in front of the University for the Elderly.
Xiao Changkun also left the University for the Elderly in despair at this time, but when he saw Han Meiqing standing on the roadside from a distance, he subconsciously stopped.
At this moment, he was extremely lacking in self-confidence.
In fact, he had always had this self-knowledge and knew that there was no slight difference between him and He Yuanjiang.
He Yuanjiang is a true senior intellectual.
He is highly educated and knowledgeable.
Not only did he make great achievements in the financial field back then, he is now a professor in Jinling and has a high social status.
Moreover, He Yuanjiang is taller, better built, and handsomer than me.
He is even more eloquent than me. He can speak English, Korean, and Spanish easily. The most important thing is that he is also versatile and can dance. , can play musical instruments, and can sing better than the average person, but in front of him, I am nothing.
Therefore, Xiao Changkun could only rely on one thing to regain his confidence in front of He Yuanjiang, that is, Han Meiqing loved herself, not He Yuanjiang.
Sometimes, he would even feel complacent about it. So what if you, He Yuanjiang, are better and better than me? The woman you like doesn’t like you, but has liked me for more than thirty years. Things like relationships are so unreasonable.
But now?