"My dad wants us to come home for dinner tonight, get ready."
Ding Minghui's scalp tingled at the thought of dining with Ning Ke's father, his father-in-law, filling him with dread.
"Alright, I'll head there once I'm ready."
Ning Ke frowned, "What do you need to prepare?"
"You can't go to dinner empty-handed," explained Ding Minghui.
"Ding Minghui, this is having dinner at home, not visiting as a guest." She worried about what her father would think of such formality.
Ding Minghui was sheepish. For him, it was indeed like visiting, since he had married into the family. However, his father-in-law had never treated him like family. Every encounter was filled with cold words and critical looks, never satisfied with anything he did, no matter how much he tried.
"Alright, you keep working. When it's time, we'll go back together."
Ding Minghui had no choice but to agree.
