Chapter 336 You said, does the large age difference between the two have anything to do with it?

Yang Mi looked at Mom Yang's expression, feeling both amused and helpless.

She knew all too well the lethal appeal this had on women; after all, when she saw the changes in Leng Ba and Tong Liya, hadn't she also dug for answers and tried every possible way to get her hands on it?

But how was she supposed to bring this up?

Should she just say it outright: "Mom, your daughter is with a young man a whole cycle younger than herself, and this heaven-defying good stuff is a perk he gave me?"

That would probably make Mom Yang and Dad Yang explode on the spot...

Seeing Yang Mi stammering and refusing to tell the truth, Mother Yang knew she wouldn't get anything out of her, so she had to give up for the time being.

She picked up her chopsticks again and buried her head in her meal, though she still cast resentful glances at her daughter from time to time.

After the meal, Yang Mi took the initiative to help Mom Yang clear the table.

The family of three sat on the sofa in the living room, watching TV, drinking tea, and enjoying a rare moment of warm family time.

Watching the inconsequential program on TV, Yang Mi's mind began to race.

She hesitated for a moment, then decided to take advantage of the pleasant atmosphere to test the waters with her parents.

She asked as if it were a casual remark, while quietly observing her parents' reactions: "Dad, Mom, what do you think... in today's society, when two people are together, is the age gap not that important anymore?"

"I see on the news that many couples with age gaps of over a dozen years or even more live quite happily."

Dad Yang, who was holding a teacup, paused upon hearing this, subconsciously pushed up his glasses, and replied vaguely: "Well... times are different now; it mainly depends on the two people themselves. A good relationship is more important than anything else."

He was a fairly open-minded father and didn't have many stubborn views on the matter.

Mother Yang's reaction, however, was much more direct. She turned her head immediately, looked at her daughter with vigilance, and knitted her brows: "Mimi, why are you suddenly asking this?"

"You... you haven't... started dating, have you? Is the other person much younger or much older?"

Yang Mi's heart skipped a beat; she hadn't expected her mother to be so sharp.

She quickly waved her hands, her expression clearly betraying her: "No, no! I'm just asking casually, just out of curiosity, don't overthink it!"

Mom Yang completely ignored her daughter's excuses; she knew her daughter best.

She nodded thoughtfully and said quite directly: "In your situation, it is time to find someone."

"Although you have a failed marriage behind you, as long as the two of you truly love each other, neither your dad nor I will object."

As Mom Yang spoke, she seemed to feel as if the matter were already settled, and all that was left was for Yang Mi to bring the person through the door to meet them.

Watching Mom Yang's imagination run wild, Yang Mi felt quite helpless.

Suddenly, Mom Yang seemed to think of something and earnestly instructed Yang Mi: "But let me say this first: the other person cannot be too old. You are looking for a partner, not a father!"

Hearing this, Yang Mi couldn't help but think of a certain friend, and the corner of her mouth twitched involuntarily.

She said speechlessly: "Mom~ I was just speaking from experience, why are you thinking so much~"

Mom Yang crossed her arms and said with disdain: "I know you well enough to tell if you're going to poop or fart just by the way you stick your butt out. You've probably already secretly started dating and are just here to test the waters!"

Yang Mi broke into a cold sweat; she really was sharp—an old hand indeed.

However, she didn't say much more. Judging by Dad Yang and Mom Yang's attitude, they didn't seem to object...

The atmosphere in the living room was warm, so taking advantage of her parents' good mood, Yang Mi quickly took out the gifts she had prepared from her carry-on suitcase.

"Dad, this is a limited-edition fishing rod I bought for you; I heard the handling is excellent." Yang Mi handed a long, exquisite gift box to her father.

"They say this thing is incredibly sturdy; it'll definitely help you catch big fish!"

Dad Yang took the box, opened it, and his eyes lit up immediately. He stroked the smooth rod lovingly, his face blooming with a smile:

"Oh my, I've been eyeing this brand and model for a long time. My daughter really understands me. Haha, thank you, my precious daughter!"

"Mom, this is a cashmere shawl I bought for you."

Yang Mi handed two more bags to her mother.

Mother Yang took the gifts, her face full of joy, though she chided: "You're back, that's enough, why waste money again! This shawl is such a pretty color~"

She was looking at it happily when, suddenly, her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of her daughter's small suitcase, which hadn't been fully closed yet.

Inside was a striking, high-quality dark blue velvet gift box.

The luxury of that box stood out starkly against the clothes and ordinary gift bags placed next to it.

Dad Yang was still immersed in the joy of receiving his favorite fishing rod and didn't notice this small detail.

But as a woman, Mother Yang, who had a natural sensitivity to jewelry, noticed that box at a glance.

She pretended to adjust the shawl in her hands and asked in a very natural tone: "Mimi, that blue box in your suitcase... looks quite pretty. Is it new jewelry you bought?"

Yang Mi cursed inwardly.

She had been too happy and forgotten to properly hide this deadly piece of jewelry.

The packaging of this box was just too eye-catching; it was hard not to notice it.

"Ah? That one..." Yang Mi's brain raced; she knew lying and saying she bought it herself definitely wouldn't work.

One look would reveal it to be a treasure from Cartier, and the price was astronomical.

Although she was wealthy, spending hundreds of millions on a set of jewelry?

Her mother would never believe it, and it would be even more troublesome when she started asking questions.

She had to bite the bullet and answer with as flat a tone as possible: "Oh, I didn't buy it; it was... given to me by someone."

"Given to you by someone?!" Upon hearing this, Mother Yang's voice instantly rose a few octaves, her eyes lit up, and she immediately put down the things in her hands.

Her face was full of gossipy excitement, "Who gave it to you? A man or a woman? Is it... the person who is pursuing you?!"

Dad Yang, who was nearby, was also drawn in by this topic. He looked up from his fishing rod, pushed up his glasses, and pricked up his ears to listen carefully.

Their daughter's lifelong happiness had always been a lingering concern for the old couple.

Watching her parents' inquisitive and expectant gazes, Yang Mi felt a massive headache coming on. She could only helplessly deny it: "Mom! Where is your mind going! No, there's no one pursuing me!"

"Hmph!" Mother Yang clearly didn't believe it. She crossed her arms and looked her daughter up and down.

"Your lying skills are terrible. Look at you; you've come back glowing, your skin is so good you look like a different person, and you've received such an expensive gift..."

"And you're telling me no one is pursuing you? Who are you trying to fool!"