You Are My Mr Right

A moment later, the lingering sweetness.

Even he, who knows nothing about tea, can feel that this is good tea.

Xander looked at Otis, “Thank you for your hospitality, Uncle.”

Otis waved his hand, “Oh, a cup of tea is nothing. If you can become my son-in-law, I’ll give you the entire Verda’s family.”

Verda, “…”

“Dad.” Verda angrily said, “Can’t you stop talking about this? Aren’t you afraid of scaring him away?”

Otis smiled, “Okay, okay, I misspoke.”

Verda linked arms with her father, resting her head on his shoulder, “Who won?”

“I lost.” Xander said.

Otis said, “Two games played, one won by each, counts as a tie.”

Xander knew in his heart, “You let me win, otherwise, I wouldn’t have won the first game.”

“Young people like you, not many are good at chess. You’re already doing very well.” Otis still praised.

“My backyard is well-maintained, would you like Verda to show you around?”

Otis was trying to create space for them.

Xander didn’t refuse.

In front of Otis, Xander was the junior.

Verda coquettishly said to her father, “What is there to see?”

She pouted, “Just want to see the fish you’ve raised?”

“I do have a few, good fish, imported from abroad.” Otis said to Xander.

Xander said, “Then I should go take a look.”

“Let Verda take you.” Otis patted his daughter’s hand, “Go, be a good girl, and take him there.”

Reluctantly, Verda stood up, “Let’s go.”

Xander wasn’t angry either and followed her.

They walked in silence all the way.

Just quietly walking.

Verda’s family was indeed not small.

In the backyard, a green landscape greeted them.

Rockeries, flowing water, greenery.

The layout and landscaping were pleasing to the eye, but Xander could tell that this was not just a simple landscaped garden, the rockeries, the water, all had their significance.

Many wealthy families pay attention to Feng Shui.

It seemed that Verda’s family was no exception.

From the way Otis conducted himself, he should also believe in this.

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After all, we humans have only explored a fraction of the mysteries of nature.

Verda sat by the pond, reaching out to touch the water. Water flowed from the rockery, trickling into the pond below, the water was clear, with pebbles at the bottom.

There were several fish species that Xander had never seen before.

Xander sat down too.

He looked at Verda.

“Did you say anything to my dad?” Verda raised her head.

Xander looked at her.

After hesitating for a moment, he did not tell her that her father already knew they were not in a romantic relationship.

He said, “No.”

Verda visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking of Otis’ words, Xander suddenly felt that they were not just casual remarks but had a deeper meaning.

Even if parents want their daughters to get married earlier, they wouldn’t be so hasty.

Unless…

His face suddenly felt cold as Verda splashed water on him.

He looked at her in surprise.

Verda asked, “What are you thinking? So engrossed in thought?”

Xander wiped his face, “Nothing.”

“You’re so engrossed in thought and yet claim to have thought of nothing?” Verda didn’t believe him at all.

It was obvious that Xander was lying.

But Verda didn’t press him for answers.

After all, everyone has secrets, right?

“You’ve worked hard today, playing this act with me. But since you didn’t catch the flight to France today, it looks like you’ll be staying another night.”

Xander looked at the fish in the pond and remained silent.

The fish in the pond must be used to being watched by people, so they weren’t afraid of them. When someone stood by, they would swim over.

Xander asked Verda, “Do you think these fish would taste good stewed?”

Verda rolled her eyes, “If you dare to eat them, my dad might just stew you instead. He treasures these fish.”

“Everyone needs a hobby.” Xander said.

Especially when people get older.

“What’s your hobby?” Verda asked, tilting her head.

Xander hesitated.

He thought about his life.

Apart from work, there was just work.

He hadn’t taken a vacation in years.

If it weren’t for Orion’s wedding this time, he wouldn’t have had these few days of leisure.

What hobbies did he have?

Looking back now, his life seemed boring, monotonous and aloof.

And there was no one to share his highs and lows with.

So he wanted to find a gentle and caring wife who could take care of him and accompany him in life.

He would make sure she was well taken care of.

He looked at Verda and it was clear that this girl was not suitable for him.

She still needed someone to take care of her, so how could she go to look after others?

“You’re looking at me strangely.” Verda said.

Xander asked, “Where’s the strangeness?”

Verda moved closer, looking at his eyes, saying playfully, “You haven’t fallen for me, have you?”

Xander, “…”

“Not only do you have a flawed personality, but you also have a self-righteous attitude.” Xander glanced at the time, stood up and said, “Let’s go, it’s almost time for lunch.”

“Look at you, acting as if you haven’t eaten.” Verda teased him.

Xander said, “After lunch, I can leave.”

Verda felt a sudden sense of loss, “You just want to leave like that?”

“This isn’t my home, can I depend on you?” Xander raised an eyebrow.

Verda snorted and walked to the front yard.

Xander looked back at the fish in the pond before striding after her.

As Verda entered the house, Hannah was about to call them back for lunch, but only saw her daughter standing there alone and asked, “Where’s Xander?”

Verda said, “Still watching the fish.”

Hannah was about to go to the backyard, then saw Xander approaching.

She smiled, “Time for lunch.”

Xander replied, “Okay.”

…

The dining table in Verda’s family was round.

Behind it was a row of L-shaped wine cabinets filled with expensive alcohol, including Chinese liquor, red wine, and foreign liquor.

During the meal, Otis asked his daughter to fetch a bottle of his rare white wine.

Verda was speechless.

“Dad, he’s not a distinguished guest, why do you want to pour that bottle, the one you’ve always treasured, you’ve already poured tea for him, you’ve given enough face, give him too much, and he won’t know his place, you shouldn’t spoil him like that.”

“Why do you speak like this?” Otis gently scolded his daughter, “You can’t talk like that.”

Verda took another bottle, also not cheap.

“Drink this.”

“Just use that bottle.” Otis’ tone was serious.

Verda wanted to say more but Xander spoke first.

“Uncle, I prefer the bottle in Verda’s hand.”

Otis smiled, “Alright, since you said so.”

Verda brought it over and opened it.

She poured a glass for her father first, then walked over to Xander, leaning in to his ear as she poured, “It’s not that I don’t want to give it to you, it’s just that this bottle of wine, my dad cherishes a lot, I don’t want him to open it for you.”

Xander remained calm, lips pursed, and made a light noise in acknowledgment, indicating that he understood.

Originally, he didn’t care about the wine.

But he took another look at Verda.

She wasn’t stingy.

It’s just that she felt that the bottle of wine meant something different to her father, so she didn’t want it to be opened just for him.

It made sense, she had done nothing wrong.

Xander didn’t mind either.

However, she had always been arrogant and suddenly explained herself, which surprised Xander.