Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

Chapter 214 The Peaceful Kingdom Roberta Again Part 2

"We meet again, Jean." After greeting Elena, Victorique smiled at Jean.

"Huh?" Elena looked at her mother, then glanced at the expressionless Qin. "You two have met before?" Even after being baptized by Beatrice, Elena couldn't immediately process this shocking news.

When did you first meet each other?

How come I have no idea? Am I the outsider?

Could it be when Qin was traveling through Roberta? What a coincidence! Roberta isn't big, but it's not small either. The probability of her seeing her mother so precisely is low.

Of course, she didn't know that Qin had accepted all the commissions at the time, and that Roberta had met at least a third of the people.

Qin didn't know what to say at this moment, or whether she should say, "Yes, we meet again."

Or rather, no, we shouldn't have met.

None of them feel right.

Honestly, I'd better not say anything.

"Huh? Didn't you tell Elena that we've met before?" Victorica was also bewildered when she saw her daughter's blank expression.

"Mom, you never mentioned in your letter that you and Qin had met," Elena complained.

“I just thought you knew, didn’t I?” Victorique retorted, pursing her lips. Perhaps Jean thought you would tell, so she kept quiet.

Forget it, this kind of thing is not important at all.

Then, Qin stepped into the wooden house for the second time. Her memory of the last time she came here was hazy. She seemed to have come here to complete a request.

"Where's Daddy?" Elena asked.

She always had a feeling that something bad was going to happen.

“Ah, you mean him…” Victorica seemed to be about to explain, “Well… how should I put it… I let him calm down for a while.”

Calm down... Is it really that bad?

Elena had already mentally prepared for the worst. After all this time, wasn't she mentally ready?

"Otherwise, it wouldn't be good to scare Qin." Victorica laughed nonchalantly. "Qin, whatever her father says later, don't take it to heart. He's just a doting father and doesn't mean any harm."

We must ensure that all necessary preventative vaccinations are administered.

What if I scare away my future son-in-law? Irene hates herself.

But that wasn't what Elena cared about at all. Scaring Qin away? Well, her old father can only pray for himself... If you can make Qin's lips curl up even a single pixel, you're amazing. I'll immediately put up two banners for you: "Miraculous Healers" and "Healing the World."

What she feared was that if she upset Qin, her elderly father might be frightened by Qin.

Your mother must have given your father a heads-up, right? You two have met before, haven't you?

“Come, have some tea. I’ll go call the children’s father over,” Victorique said with a smile.

After that, only Elena and Qin remained in the living room.

"Are you nervous?" Elena asked.

"What's there to be nervous about? Is your dad that scary?" Qin didn't know what Elena was asking.

"Oh, you've met before."

“I’ve never met her. I’ve only met your mother, but I can’t remember exactly why,” Qin said. “Is there anything special you want me to be told?”

"Um...you absolutely mustn't laugh."

"Oh, I can't laugh either."

"Secondly, never mind, you'll have to improvise."

As long as Qin doesn't show a frightening smile, her old father can probably handle it.

Not long after Elena and Qin finished talking, they saw Victorica come downstairs, followed by a burly man, who was undoubtedly Elena's father.

Elena's father walked towards Qin with a kind expression and extended his hand to her: "You must be Qin, nice to meet you."

Victoria nudged her husband with her hand: "Why are you being so formal? Anyone who didn't know better would think you were having a business dinner."

"This is my first time being a father-in-law, who knows what I should do? I'm so frustrated!" Elena's father retorted.

What can I do? I can't even remember how my future father-in-law treated me when I met his parents. Damn it, I should have remembered that back then.

“Do you want to be a father-in-law several times over?” Victorica muttered.

"That was not what I meant."

Qin had already extended his hand, but the other person didn't shake it, leaving him in a dilemma of whether to withdraw or not.

My teacher didn't teach me what to do at this time.

Improvisation? How am I supposed to adapt? Should I improvise something on the spot? Perform a backflip on the spot? Elena's suggestions were completely useless.

"Don't be nervous. I was very nervous when I met your parents," Elena's father said, patting Qin on the shoulder. "Don't worry, as long as you treat Elena well, I'll feel at ease entrusting her to you."

If those two slaps hadn't been a bit forceful, Qin Zhen might not have noticed how much resentment he harbored.

“But I wasn’t nervous,” Qin said.

"Really not?" Elena's father took out a small notebook. "Honey, that's not how he answered. How should I answer? Should I change my lines?"

"Go cook," Victorica said, a little embarrassed.

Are these two really not performing a comedy routine?

Elena's father left as if he had been granted a pardon. It seemed he was the one who was more nervous than meeting his son-in-law; he had to control his emotions so as not to scare him away, which was really difficult for him.

“You’re planning to stay in Roberta for a few days, how about we hold the wedding there?” Victorica asked.

Upon hearing the word "wedding," Elena vomited up the tea she was drinking.

Was it really necessary to do it so suddenly?

If you're going to get married right after meeting the parents, how much would you want to sell your daughter?

"I haven't decided yet," Elena replied.

“Really, Mrs. Fulcon’s granddaughter next door is already so big,” Victorique gestured.

Irene watched her mother's gestures and pretended not to understand. It wasn't her business—if you wanted to take a child, you could take the neighbor's child; why bother her?

Having not been home for many years, Elena and her mother still had a lot to talk about.

Sometimes they would even bring the zither to ask about its condition.

That's the atmosphere before dinner.