Lian Qingyang rushed back to Jing City at five o'clock in the afternoon. It was summer, so it was still daylight, with the sun hanging high in the sky. Lian Qingyang's usual way of knocking, the rapid and short knocking sounds; anyone unaware would think there was some emergency. Zhang Hualian hurried to the door, her heart also thumping due to the anxious knocking sounds. "Sister Xiao Yue." Lian Qingyang was holding full bags of food, something he never missed bringing each time he visited. As Zhang Hualian opened the door, she saw two bags of food. "Sister Xiao Yue, are Uncle Tang and Aunt Tang here? Did I come at the right time, can I catch up for dinner?" Lian Qingyang grinned, thinking he had rushed here right after getting off the plane. As Lian Qingyang put down the bags, he hadn't even finished speaking when he saw the dumbfounded Zhang Hualian. He quickly corrected himself: "Aunt Tang, I didn't know it was you, I thought it was Sister Xiao Yue." Lian Qingyang stood up straight, looking like a good obedient student, with a face full of ingratiating smile, he said: "Aunt Tang, I heard from Sister Xiao Yue that you and Uncle Tang came to Jing City, so... I shamelessly came over for a meal." "Aunt Tang, I still remember the meal I had at your house last time, it was so delicious." Lian Qingyang couldn't help but swallow, his eyes peering inside, wondering why Sister Xiao Yue hasn't come out yet. Could it be an inconvenient time, and Sister Xiao Yue isn't back yet? If Sister Xiao Yue isn't here, what if Aunt Tang doesn't invite him to stay for dinner? "Sister Xiao Yue has gone out, she hasn't come back yet." Even if Zhang Hualian didn't like people with the surname Lian, seeing Lian Qingyang's greedy look, and his honest smile, she couldn't bring herself to kick him out. Zhang Hualian politely let him in. Lian Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief and placed the items on the living room table, saying: "Aunt Tang, these are Sister Xiao Yue's favorite snacks." "So much? Xiao Yue really is…" Zhang Hualian looked at the items, knowing from Lian Qingyang's familiar manner that Tang Yue often received them. Lian Qingyang, even though not the sharpest, realized Zhang Hualian was not pleased. He quickly explained: "Aunt Tang, the clothes I usually wear are made by Sister Xiao Yue, and she won't accept my money, so I can only give her some food in return." This was indeed not a single lie from Lian Qingyang. Lian Qingyang's clothes are almost entirely made by Tang Yue, and as Lian Qingyang only wears clothes made by Tang Yue, she naturally wouldn't take his money, so Lian Qingyang could only keep sending things to Tang Yue. For example, the snacks Tang Yue loves, the chocolate Bai Qing loves, and the drawing paper and brushes Tang Yue likes. "That's way too much food you've brought." Zhang Hualian looked at the two large bags of snacks, all of which were unfamiliar to her. Just by looking at the packaging, she knew they weren't cheap. "It's not much, Aunt Tang, you have no idea how expensive the clothes Sister Xiao Yue makes are." Lian Qingyang grinned as soon as he entered the house, immediately smelling the delicious scent of the dishes Tang Zhengde was cooking, which made him constantly swallow. Zhang Hualian chuckled, thinking Lian Qingyang and Tang Jun were just the same; their first priority upon returning home was to see what Tang Zhengde was cooking, not willing to leave the kitchen without having a satisfying meal. Although Lian Qingyang didn't literally go into the kitchen, his heart had clearly raced there. "Mom, I'm back." Tang Yue had declined Mo Xiaolin's dinner invitation, as Meng Jin was coming back today, and she shouldn't disturb the couple, lest she ends up being fed with their displays of affection. Mo Siyu had been busy at the company every day, just so he could spend a few days with her after getting their marriage certificate. Before changing his surname, Mo Siyu and Meng Jin had a profound conversation. Meng Jin gave Mo Siyu a card, and just as Mo Siyu was about to refuse, Meng Jin said, "Si Yu, I know you don't like your grandfather, but this money isn't only earned by him alone. In the future, the Meng Family's business still needs to be handed over to you." "I also know that you want to establish yourself, Dad has no other intentions but to offer you some financial support." Although Meng Jin had always been in research development, it didn't mean he couldn't manage a business or talk effectively; in fact, he was very clear-headed. Meng Jin said, "If you feel uneasy, think of it as a loan. It would benefit your business if you could secure contracts in the coastal cities sooner through the shipping company." "I know you have plans, and I support you. Don't worry, I can still manage Meng Family well these years. When you are successful, come back and take over Meng Family; no one will underestimate you then. You are Dad's pride and I believe in you." Meng Jin's sincere words truly hoped Mo Siyu wouldn't refuse the money out of reluctance to accept help from the Meng Family, as Mo Siyu indeed needed some startup funds. "Borrowing money is still borrowing after all. Later, you just pay me back; treat it as if it's a bank loan. How about that?" Meng Jin's proposal was tempting. Ultimately, Mo Siyu still refused—it wasn't that he was being self-righteous, but rather he truly wanted to depend solely on his abilities, and besides, things weren't desperate yet. Mo Siyu had been consistently negotiating with the shipping company. Steadily and surely, he had opened a second Pinganda in Jing City. Mo Siyu aimed to consolidate his business in Jing City with the shipping company before expanding to the coastal markets, and using Pinganda as collateral for loans was also a viable option to raise funds. Mo Siyu shared this plan with Tang Yue, and she very much agreed. Although her father-in-law, Meng Jin, only had Si Yu as his son, there was another adopted son who had been raised by his side since childhood. If, someday, Meng Yanzhi would explicitly come forward, this financial leverage would make Mo Siyu less able to hold his head up so high. This update is available on novel⁂fire.net Her own wedding gifts were one thing, and Mo Siyu borrowing money another. "Xiao Yue, you are really kind." Mo Siyu was worried Tang Yue might think he was putting on airs of arrogance; he hadn't expected her to be so supportive. "Alright, go to work. If you need any help, just ask me." Tang Yue remained confident in Mo Siyu's Pinganda. Her own apparel factory was doing so well; she firmly believed that Mo Siyu's Pinganda would also rapidly progress. During the weekends, when Mo Siyu was not around, she didn't go to Jianan Prefecture either. Watching others flaunt their couple's romance, she'd rather go home. Well, going home meant seeing her own parents flaunt their romance too, but she was used to her parents' affection; it was different from seeing affection from her in-laws. "Xiao Yue, how did it go, did you get everything?" Zhang Hualian saw Tang Yue and asked with a happy face, "Is it very hot outside? Come, I've made some sour plum juice."