Me After Meeting You

Amber immediately blurted out, “Don’t speak such nonsense….” But she was silenced with one hand from her mom.

Amber’s mother stared at Ian in horror, as if she were about to collapse.

“Have you two gotten married yet?”

Ian didn’t understand why Amber’s mother was asking this, but he insipidly replied, “No.”

“Then just what do those words of yours mean?!”

A faint hint of shyness appeared on Ian’s face-so faint that the three of them wouldn’t have noticed it if they weren’t attentively staring at him.

A very bad premonition surfaced in Amber’s heart. She was about to open her mouth to stop him, but she was too late. “I meant that she’s willing to get into bed with me now.”

Amber thought, ‘Did you have to be so direct?!’

While Amber’s parents couldn’t even think of a reply.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

They seemed to have lost all of their HP both of them were sitting there stunned with indignant red faces, wanting to roar out in defiance. Who on earth would say something that directly?! And someone like you, whose relationship with our daughter is still undetermined… ‘For you to say something like that in front of us, her parents, are you really trying to be beaten to death?’

Ian blinked, and was surprised to see the three people in front of him show signs of extreme agitation. He raised his eyebrows in confusion. ‘Should I not have said those words?’

His experience in interacting with a ‘girlfriend’s’ family was really just too limited. In his own family, his mother had died early while his father had never cared about these kinds of things. Although his grandparents did ask a lot of questions, Ian always answered them simply and roughly.

Case in point, his grandmother loved asking him, “How’s your relationship with Dr. Camille going?”

He would mechanically answer, “chasing after her,” “kissed her,” and “can try to get into bed with her.”

After trying to ask him a few times, his grandmother didn’t dare ask again, because the answers were growing more and more provocative. Instead, she decided to just happily wait for the outcome.

Ian innocently thought that Amber’s parents would behave the same as his grandmother, so he described the situation truthfully. No matter what, honesty was a virtue. Even when he conducted business, he particularly disliked roundabout discussions where each party gave evasive answers.

Instead, he preferred to straightforwardly delineate his bottom line. If the business deal worked out for both of them, great; if not, that was also fine. He hated it people who just kept blabbering on the most.

And since he was accustomed to everyone indulging in his preferences, Mr. Axton really didn’t understand how to be indirect, and him spending this much effort to chase after Amber was already an abnormal venture for him. Of course, it could also be interpreted that he immensely enjoyed doing so; otherwise, he would have just done what he did before: sign a contract and save himself all that trouble!

And so, Ambers pitiful parents received a tremendous shock-it was so bad that they were unable to regain their senses for quite a while: they simply didn’t know how to respond to Ian’s brazen words!

They were angry, but their words remained choked up in their chests.

Finally, Amber stood up. She was exasperated, but she was at least mentally prepared for a situation like this, so she quickly recovered from her shock and regained her calmness-what else could she do? All he had done was say his inner thoughts out loud.

But she also didn’t have any way to soften the impact of Ian’s words, so she could only attempt to nicely placate her parents. “We haven’t done anything inappropriate so far, have we? Mom, please stop worrying.”

She placed her hand on top of her mother’s hand, her tone earnest. “We know what we’re doing, so please trust me, mom.”

Her face was still flushed red, which somewhat lowered her credibility. However, she had at least found an excuse for her parents to extricate themselves from this conversation.

They gladly accepted as they didn’t dare prod at this topic anymore, not even at the big red blanket-who knew what shocking thing would come from Ian’s mouth next time?

Her mother glared at Amber, hissed, “I’ll deal with you later,” from the side of her mouth, and then looked toward Ian as she asked, “What are your future plans?”

Ian calmly responded that he planned on marrying Amber. Perhaps his earlier shocking remarks had conditioned Amber’s parents, but they actually both released a deep breath after hearing his relatively normal response.

After this, the meeting between Ian and Amber’s parents finally returned to normal, and next, her parents asked if his family knew about the relationship between the two of them.

Ian replied, “Yes, they know.”

“And they’re supportive of it?”

Even Amber’s father, who normally spoke very little, solemnly stated, “I won’t dance around the topic. There’s a very wide gap between the statuses of our two families, both in terms of social and financial positions.

Our Amber has worked very hard for herself, and all we’ve ever wanted is for her to be happy, not to clamber around for wealth or position. Even if this means her not marrying, we won’t let her suffer even a bit of grievance.”

Amber’s father was very earnest and mindful of the differences between them, and Amber noticed that after Ian heard her father’s words, he stilled a little. This was the first true emotional response that he had given tonight, and she noted it down in her heart.

Ian had already lowered his gaze, and after a while, he coolly replied, “I won’t let her suffer any grievances. I want to marry her, and I definitely won’t let her suffer if we do so.”

His words were spoken calmly, and his expression was also calm; however, it was this calmness that made his words feel heartfelt. This, along with the dash of pride and arrogance that was unique to him, gave his words a reliable feeling-wouldn’t he be able to protect his own woman?

And with that, they were essentially done talking. The food was served, and they began to eat and drink. Amber’s father normally only drank once or twice throughout the course of the year, but today, he actually tried to compete against Ian in drinking!

It was all to get a sense for Ian’s actual personality-after all, one’s moral character was invariably revealed under the influence of alcohol!

But before he could see what Ian was like drunk, he fell drunk himself. And as he continued drinking and drinking, he eventually rolled underneath the table and fell asleep.