When the time came for the relatives to leave, Shen Zhilie got up to send them off. After seeing everyone out the door, Ye Zhenhua boiled more water and got to work brewing another pot of tea. He saw Shen Zhilie come in and waved him over.
"Yes, Uncle?" he asked.
Shen Zhilie sat down and started packing up the cups and plates that the guests had just used.
"Shen," Ye Zhenhua began as he brewed the tea, "to be honest, I always believed that you would marry my daughter. To me, it was always just a matter of time."
This was how Shen Zhilie felt, too, and when he heard Ye Zhenhua say this, he looked at him somberly and said, "Uncle, I think you are very wise. I will definitely act responsibly toward Qianqian."
Ever since he got together with Ye Qianqian, he had gotten not only her first time, but her whole lifetime. Being responsible for her was like being responsible for himself.