As soon as the call connected, Cecilia Gu heard Mr. Hirayama’s voice: "Miss Grant, I’m so sorry for all the trouble lately. I heard your birthday is coming up, and my family has decided to send you a gift. It’s still on the way, so please be patient for a few more days."
Cecilia Gu thought for a moment and immediately understood Rona Muir's predicament.
It really isn't an easy situation.
Although Professor Mu isn’t exactly a radical, he does have high hopes for Sean Kerr.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have tried so hard to match Sean Kerr and Rona Muir back then.
It wasn’t that Professor Mu wanted to climb the social ladder, he just genuinely thought this student was a good match for his daughter.
Back then, Sean Kerr’s behavior really impressed Professor Muir, so the Mu family basically accepted him.
But then, something happened, and Professor Mu started to let go of that idea.
If Sean Kerr had given up, maybe Professor Mu would’ve agreed to Rona Muir dating Jiro Hirayama.
But now Sean’s got it in his head to pursue Rona Muir again.
Professor Mu, who had already given up, suddenly has hope again. Deep down, he still wishes Rona Muir could be with his most outstanding student.
So what about Jiro Hirayama?
No wonder Rona Muir is so troubled.
Sophie Mo munched on her snacks and said, "She’s been nagging me nonstop, so I came to nag you instead! Cici, do you have any good ideas to help her? I’m out of options!"
Cecilia Gu shook her head helplessly. "What could I possibly do?"
Cecilia snatched a few snacks back from Sophie’s hand—these were supposed to be for pregnant women, but Sophie was just as happy to grab them!
"Jiro Hirayama is your guest, so you’re responsible," Sophie retorted, snatching a few snacks back. Hmph, so stingy.
Cecilia sprawled on the sofa and tossed her half-eaten plate to Sophie, saying, "He may be my guest, but I’m not his mom! How could I possibly manage him?"
As she said this, Cecilia suddenly sat up, "Wait, why not let his mom handle it?"
Before Rona Muir and Sophie Mo could react, Cecilia Gu called over Xiao Wang. "Get me the phone, I need to contact Mr. Hirayama."
Rona Muir and Sophie Mo exchanged glances. When did Cecilia Gu become so decisive?
As soon as the call connected, Cici Gu heard Mr. Hirayama’s voice: "Miss Yun, I’m so sorry for all the trouble we’ve caused you lately. I heard it’s your birthday soon, and our family has decided to send you a special gift. It’s still on its way, so please bear with us for a few more days."
Well, I was about to call and demand an explanation, but now I don’t even know what to say.
Cici Gu hesitated for a moment and said, "Mr. Hirayama, you’re too kind! Actually, I called today to ask if your wife is available?"
Some things are best discussed woman to woman—men should just stay out of it!
Mr. Hirayama paused, then quickly replied, "Of course."
The phone was quickly handed to a Japanese woman, who spoke at a rapid pace: "Mrs. Yin, I’ve heard so much about you."
Cici Gu was taken aback: "Mrs. Hirayama, long time no see." (Irrelevant meta: QQ group 341320498, Weibo: Xiangwang-Nianhuafuliu)
Mrs. Hirayama was so humble on the phone, her string of honorifics made Cici a little uncomfortable.
Come on, I’m at least the same generation as your son—do you really need all these honorifics?
Cici had the call on speaker, so Rona Muir and Sophie Mo could hear everything clearly.
Seeing Cici’s face turning red, the two of them could barely hold back their laughter.
"So... Mrs. Hirayama, here’s the thing, I wanted to talk to you about Jiro Hirayama..." Cici hadn’t finished before the apologies started pouring in from the other end.
"I’m so sorry, really, so, so sorry for the trouble! I’ll transfer money to Jiro’s account right away, and as for the bride price for our future daughter-in-law, don’t worry, the Hirayama family will pay every single yen. Even if our family can’t cover it, my own family will! Please, Mrs. Yin, don’t refuse." Mrs. Hirayama sounded like she was about to bow through the phone.
Cici was instantly speechless.
Hey, I’m not here to ask for money!
"Actually, could you maybe talk to Jiro Hirayama and ask him not to be so stubborn..." Cici struggled to get the words out, only to be drowned out by another round of apologies.
Japanese etiquette really is something else.
"Mrs. Hirayama!" Cici finally couldn’t hold back and raised her voice, "Just tell me—can you control your son or not?"
There was a long silence on the other end before Mrs. Hirayama quietly replied, "Mrs. Yin, do you really think if I could control him, he’d still be a biochemical scientist?"
Both ends of the call fell into an awkward silence.