Chapter 14 — Not married yet, asked me to have children, I turned around and married the CEO

A large manor house like a castle in a fairy tale. When the car stopped in front of the intricately carved iron gate, my heart also hung there, so tense that my hand became slightly cold. Luc Canh Tham turned to look at me, his eyes as deep as the night sea, carrying a wordless reassurance.

“Don't stress.”

He suddenly reached out and gently placed it on the back of my hand. The familiar warmth immediately came, calming my heart a lot.

“Remember, you are my wife.”

“As long as I'm here, no one will dare to make things difficult for you.”

That sentence was like a sedative, immediately soothing all the insecurities in my heart. I took a deep breath, looked at him, then smiled brightly.

"I know."

The iron gate slowly opened. The car rolled into a long, tree-lined road, flanked on both sides by perfectly manicured lawns and meticulously maintained rows of rare trees. In the distance, a magnificent architectural building like a European castle stood tall in the sunset, both ancient and magnificent, as if existing completely separate from the outside world. That is the Luc family's old house. A place that I could only imagine in my dreams before. The car stopped in front of the main door, and immediately a butler and maid stepped up and respectfully opened the car door.

“Young master, you are back.”

An old man with white hair but still clear eyes bowed, his tone was solemn but not forced. His eyes stopped on me, carrying a gentle scrutiny that did not make anyone uncomfortable.

“This must be the young lady?”

Luc Canh Tham held my hand and walked down, his voice calm.

“Uncle Phuc, this is Hua Niem.”

“Young lady, hello.”

Phuc Bo's smile was so gentle that it made me feel comfortable, like I was welcomed, not judged. I quickly nodded in response.

“Uncle Phuc, hello.”

Luc Canh Tham led me through the heavy oak door and inside. As soon as I set foot in the hall, I couldn't help but inhale a cold breath. The ceiling was high, crystal chandeliers radiated bright light, and on the walls hung paintings that I didn't understand, but just looking at them I knew they were of great value. Underfoot is a Persian carpet so soft that every step feels like sinking. In the air there is a faint scent of agarwood mixed with floral scent, creating a feeling of both solemnity and luxury. Everything here exudes two words... class. On the sofa in the living room, there were three people sitting and waiting. An old woman with silver hair, gentle face, warm eyes. An old man with a majestic appearance, sharp eyes as if he could see through people's hearts. There is another person, a middle-aged woman wearing a cheongsam, with a slim body, very well taken care of, a dignified and noble temperament, just sitting still exudes a sense of nobility that cannot be overlooked. Without introduction, I could guess their identities. Those are Luc Canh Tham's grandmother, grandfather... and mother. As soon as she saw us entering, grandmother immediately stood up, a smile so bright on her face that she couldn't hide her joy.

“Oh my god, your precious nephew and niece-in-law have finally returned!”

She quickly walked in front of me, grabbed my hand, her eyes looked from top to bottom full of love, like she was looking at a treasure she had just received.

“Good child, so pretty.”

“It's even more beautiful in person than in the picture.”

I was a bit confused by her enthusiasm and hastily greeted her.

“Grandma, I greet you.”

“Yes, yes, very good!”

She smiled until her eyes narrowed into a line, clearly extremely pleased with me. But right after that, Luc Canh Tham's mother — Tan Uyen Nhu — also stood up. Completely different from her grandmother, there was not a trace of smile on her face. Her eyes were like X-rays, coldly scanning my body from head to toe, not hiding her scrutiny and pickiness. My heart skipped a beat slightly. It seems... this "mother-in-law" is not easy to deal with.

“Canh Tham, is this the Hua Niem you were talking about?”

Her voice was cold, carrying a clear distance.

“Mom, she is Hua Niem, my wife.”

Luc Canh Tham took a step forward, not revealing too much but just enough to block me behind. It was a small movement but it suddenly warmed my heart. Tan Uyen Nhu snorted coldly.

“Is the Luc family's door... so easy to enter?”

“Without saying anything, we went to register our marriage, what do you think we are?”

The air in the living room instantly froze, as if the temperature had been suddenly pulled down. Grandma quickly spoke up to conciliate.

“Uyen Nhu, what are you talking about!”

“It's okay for children to like each other!”

“Besides, Canh Tham is already thirty, haven't you been hoping for him to get married for many years?”

“I didn't mean that.”

Tan Uyen Nhu's voice softened a bit, but her eyes looking at me were still cold as before.

"I just think, marriage... should still be a matter of mutual consent."

“In our Luc family, not everyone can just walk in.”

Every sentence and every word she said was like slapping me in the face. There's no need to say it directly, but everyone understands... she's criticizing me for not being worthy. I clenched my hands, digging my nails into my palms, trying to force myself to stay calm. Luc Canh Tham's voice suddenly turned cold.

“Mom, Hua Niem is the person I choose.”

“I hope you respect her, as much as you respect me.”

His words were clear and decisive, leaving no room for hesitation. Tan Uyen Nhu's face became even more unsightly. At this time, the grandfather who had always been silent finally spoke.

“Okay, a few less words.”

"You've brought it home, come sit down."

His voice was calm, carrying an irrefutable majesty, causing the entire space to immediately stabilize. At this time, Tan Uyen Nhu reluctantly remained silent. I brought out the prepared gifts and gave them to each person in turn. Grandma received a jade warming compress and was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth.

“You're so good, you really care.”

“Your old leg needs this.”

Grandpa looked at the chess set, his sharp eyes softened a bit, clearly very satisfied. Only Tan Uyen Nhu. She looked at the pair of pearls I gave her, the corners of her lips curved up into a faint smile, carrying a bit of contempt.

“This thing… we don't lack it in our warehouse.”

“Miss Hua's aesthetic taste... is indeed very... simple.”

A light sentence, like a needle sticking straight into my heart.