After dinner, my parents and Zachary were still chatting. The fruit on the table had been replaced twice. The black tea had been refilled more times than I could count.
The conversation drifted from choosing college majors to future career plans.
"Zachary, after you graduate, come straight to the company. Start as your dad's assistant—let him mentor you personally."
"We're family. The company will be yours and the younger generation's eventually."
Mom peeled an apple, her tone gentle as always.
"Thank you, Mom. Thank you, Dad." Zachary sat up straighter, cheeks flushing pink. "I'll work hard. I won't let your faith in me go to waste!"
"Listen to this kid—'faith.'" Dad chuckled and waved his hand, voice warm with affection.
"Once you're properly settled, you should start thinking about marriage too."
"A family like ours doesn't need perfect social standing, but we have to know their background. Good character. And sensible."
Mom and Dad exchanged a knowing look, then turned their gaze gently back to Zachary.
His face went redder.
He lowered his head but didn't refuse.
As if he'd silently accepted whatever match they were hinting at.