[The supporting couple’s parents’ love story, transmigrate into a book, two male leads, a little twisted]
On my nineteenth birthday, I brought my boyfriend home to come out.
Father Shen smashed the bottle of Moutai I’d given him. “If you dare marry a man, get out of this house!”
But Father Song quietly slipped me the household registration booklet. “Back then, I was forced to elope with your dad at seventeen. What right do I have to stop you now?”
I took my love’s hand and knelt to say goodbye. “Dad, Father Song, we’ll be happy.”
My father sneered. “I give up. You really are something.”
