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Back at the team, Xiao Rou immediately ran into the kitchen. She had been living here for a while and had become quite familiar with everything.

Xiao Rou heated a glass of milk for Zhou Qi, and when she took it out of the microwave, she tested the temperature herself. Once she was sure it was right, she handed it over to Zhou Qi.

Zhou Qi took the opportunity to hold her hand, and the two of them sat down on the sofa in the living room where no one else was around.

"Next June."

"What?"

Zhou Qi suddenly said, and Xiao Rou hadn’t reacted yet, opening her mouth in surprise.

"Next June, the finals. After we win the championship, we’ll get married."

Xiao Rou was stunned and subconsciously wanted to ask what would happen if they didn’t win.

However, she reacted quickly and swallowed those words back down.

For any competitive event, winning the championship is the hottest and most exciting thing for all competitors, and she certainly wouldn’t dampen Zhou Qi’s enthusiasm.

Xiao Rou smiled, already having a bit of excitement in her heart imagining Zhou Qi’s moment of glory when they win the championship.

Marriage...are they going to get married?

Next June, it’s already December, so it’s only about half a year left.

Xiao Rou suddenly realized that although she always knew she hadn’t been dating Zhou Qi for long, that was only in terms of time; emotionally, she felt as if they had been together for a long, long time.

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Regarding Xu Qingqing’s matter, Zhou Qi didn’t tell Xiao Rou, only feeling strange that, in the next few days, Zhou Qi came to pick her up every day and instead of just waiting by the roadside like before, he directly stood at the milk tea shop door.

Waiting for her to come out, and then putting his arm around her waist as they left together.

In Xiao Rou’s view, this had a bit of a show-off vibe, but Zhou Qi kept doing it, so she didn’t say anything.

After Christmas, New Year’s came in a blink of an eye, and the tea shop had been open for a while now.

At the end of the year, Xu Qingqing and Xiao Rou tallied up the profits. After accounting for staffing costs and some fixed expenses, their earnings weren’t much, but they didn’t lose money, which was already considered a great success for a newly opened milk tea shop.

Xiao Rou didn’t quite understand all this, but she was happy.

On New Year’s Day, the milk tea shop was closed, and Xiao Rou went straight back to the Xiao Family home.

Mrs. Xiao knew her daughter was coming back, and even though it was just across town, she made a lot of food that Xiao Rou liked.

Mr. Xiao didn’t say much on the surface, but his eyes and brows were filled with unconcealed joy. From the morning, he kept reminding Mrs. Xiao not to worry about spending money and to prepare more food that Xiao Rou liked.

He even went to the market to help Mrs. Xiao as a porter.

The family of three happily had dinner together.

However, once there was a bit of downtime, Mrs. Xiao brought up Li Chen again, along with Xiao Rou’s romantic issues.

Xiao Rou held her chopsticks, pressed her lips, hesitated for a moment, then encouraged herself mentally, gathered her courage, and looked up: "Mom, Li Chen and I are impossible. I have a boyfriend."

She had even gone to the Zhou Family to meet Zhou Qi’s parents. Keeping it from her parents any longer felt like the utmost disrespect to Zhou Qi.

So she mustered up the courage to speak up.

Mrs. Xiao and Mr. Xiao were taken aback, and Mr. Xiao’s face instantly turned sour.

"Where does this rascal come from?"

"Rourou, when did this happen? How long have you known each other?"

In fact, given Zhou Qi’s conditions, there was nothing one could nitpick about him—whether in terms of appearance, family background, character, or ability, he was top-notch. But for some reason, when it really came to speaking about it, Xiao Rou still felt a bit nervous.

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