Chapter 43.1: Who Is Yang Yue’s Fiance? (1)

News of He Jiang meeting Shang Jing’s elders soon spread to his parents which led to their request for him to bring Shang Jing over to their place for a meal.

After all, it was only right for them to meet their son-in-law in person after seeing him through a screen for such a long time.

Moreover, how could they not seek their parent’s permission to hold a wedding especially when both Father He and Uncle Bo had expressed their wish to set a timing to have a meal together?

Even so, He Jiang was still deeply concerned. He could disregard his pride, his energy, his riches, just to give Shang Jing an elaborate wedding. And could even tolerate all the pressure and beatings from Shang Jing’s elders during their gathering.

But he could not disregard the potential emotional turmoil Shang Jing would be subjected to should he regain his memories after all these happenings.

The wedding was Shang Jing’s request but meeting his parents was not.

The deeper they venture, the harder it would be to clean up the mess after. It was still better for the both of them to maintain some leeway for themselves.

He Jiang: “Do you want to meet my parents?”

The question stunned Shang Jing. With a slight stutter, he exclaimed, “N-No!”

The image of Ju Zhou’s difficult ex-mother-in-law surfaced in his mind as a layer of cold sweat formed on his back. There was no doubt he believed He Jiang’s parents to be understanding and amicable people but there was still a component of guilt he could not get over.

He was sure no parents would be fine with seeing their son being treated so brashly on a variety show. Even if they kept their peace forever, Shang Jing could still not stand facing them after what he did.

He had disregarded all consequences when he chose the route of a pain-in-the-ass, thinking he would divorce He Jiang in the near future, and there was no turning back for him. All he could do was to persevere and trudge on.

Shang Jing’s answer was as He Jiang expected. “That’s fine. I’ll just tell them I’m not free.”

With some hesitation and chewing of his fingers, Shang Jing added sheepishly, “Why don’t we cancel the wedding?’

He Jiang: “Why do you want to cancel it? Let’s go ahead with it.”

Even if it was to clear his name, he would still want to go through with the wedding ceremony, regardless of whether Shang Jing regained his memories or not.

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Moreover, the wedding was initiated by Shang Jing. It was only right for him to take responsibility and see it through.

Shang Jing frowned. “In that case, can we not bring parents into it before the ceremony?”

He Jiang asked, “What is holding you back from meeting them?”

The question stunned Shang Jing. How could he tell He Jiang he was afraid of his in-laws after making his life difficult? But a true pain-in-the-ass would trudge through any situation and not show his weakness in front of the jerk!

He Jiang smirked inwardly.

Are you regretting your actions now? It’s too late.

Before Shang Jing concoct up a reply, he suggested, “Why don’t we do this? If you extend the two months wedding preparatory time you gave me to four months, I’ll excuse you from having a meal with my parents until Chinese New Year. Are you agreeable with it?”

Shang Jing nodded profusely: That will do!

If it meant he could escape from the fate of meeting He Jiang’s parents, he was willing to sacrifice a portion of the congratulatory money!

With the deal sealed, He Jiang made a call to his mother. “An offer for a variety show just came in. My schedule will be packed and I’ll not have time to bring Xiao Jing home before 30 January.”

Mother He: “It’s alright, you can work on whatever you have planned. Your dad and I are not really pining to meet you. We can just meet Xiao Jing by ourselves.”

He Jiang who had just became an outsider: “...”

“Mother, Xiao Jing is a shy person. He will be uncomfortable without me around.”

Mother He: A true shy person would never act like Shang Jing in front of a camera.

“Could it be you are the one who can’t bear to be separated from him for even a single day?”

He Jiang looked at Shang Jing who was listening intently in on the call and chuckled. “He’s worried about his performance on the show and afraid that you’ll hold it against him.”

“Why would I hold it against him?! Are you so used to being a rich young master you can’t handle taking care of your wife for a few days? If you think I’ll get back at him for you, you can forget about it. When your grandfather first started his business, he would run around all day, closing sales, and return home at night to feed your dad and change his diapers. How can you compare to him?”

He Jiang: “...” No, I can’t compare with that level of commitment.

Mother He squinted her eyes and continued her questioning, “Is Xiao Jing beside you now? Let me speak to him. Your father have already spoken to him on the phone once and I have not. You have to be fair to me.”

He Jiang looked at Shang Jing who slowly stretched out a resigned hand to take over the phone. “Hello auntie, I am Shang Jing.”

“Xiao Jing, auntie likes you alot! I am your fan! If someone speaks badly about you on the internet, just tell auntie and auntie will settle it for you. Auntie has alot of experience in that.”

He Jiang whispered softly to Shang Jing, “My mother used to be the president of my fan club but she later gave up claiming it was too boring.”

Mother He was a working accountant in the He Company. Something like managing her own son’s fan club was too trivial and not worthy of her time.

Mother He: “If you encounter anything, feel free to order He Jiang around. If he doesn’t know how to do it, just get him to learn. He’s a far-cry from his father and grandfather.”

He Jiang interjected, “I don’t think I’m that bad…”

Mother He: “Looks can’t fill stomachs. How can you even think about getting a wife without learning how to cook? Xiao Jing, what do you like to eat?”

Thinking He Jiang would be made to learn to cook whatever he says, Shang Jing did not hesitate to answer, “Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.”

Mother He smiled. “Aiya, that’s my signature dish! Which day will you be available this week? I’ll make the dish for you!”

Mother He’s chariot of wisdom had already rolled over Shang Jing’s face before he could comprehend what happened.