"Ah, just asking is fine; if there’s soone that would be great, but if not it’s also fine," Wu’s said with unexpected joy. She trusted Mo Yan’s judgnt, believing that whover she found suitable surely couldn’t be bad.
After the Wu family left, people ca one after another to visit Mo Yan. She received each visitor until it was almost ti for the return feast to start, and then no more visitors arrived.
Taking advantage of the ti before the return feast, Mo Yan had Yuan Yue secretly call Big Sister Dani to the courtyard where she had lived before her wedding. They casually talked about other matters, and while the atmosphere was good, Mo Yan asked her about her thoughts.
Big Sister Dani was silent for a while, then raised her head and said candidly to Mo Yan, "Yan Sister, don’t worry; I’m not thinking about soone I shouldn’t be thinking about anymore. It’s just that I’m not in the mood to get married yet, which is why I’ve been hesitant about eting n. The day I want to get married, even if my mother doesn’t rush , I will be in a hurry to tell her."
Mo Yan looked at Big Sister Dani, wanting to know if she had truly given up on Yan Junyu as she had claid. Big Sister Dani didn’t shy away or avoid her gaze, clearly speaking from the heart.
Mo Yan sighed inwardly, saying she didn’t want to marry was actually just because she hadn’t t soone she liked. Once a woman’s heart is moved, it’s difficult to spend a lifeti with soone she doesn’t like. For so stubborn won with a sense of psychological purity, marrying soone they don’t like might even feel disgusting.
If it were her, if there were no results with the person she loved, she would probably feel the sa way about not wanting to marry.
However, nothing is absolute, not even feelings. No one knows whether the lack of destiny with a loved one is because soone truly fated awaits further down the line.
Mo Yan looked at Big Sister Dani and said softly, "Big Sister Dani, whether or not to marry is your own affair, but since I’ve promised Aunt Wu, I can’t just brush her off. If there really is a suitable man, I only hope that Big Sister Dani will consider it carefully at that ti, so we both can have an explanation for Aunt Wu."
After mulling it over, Big Sister Dani agreed to Mo Yan’s proposal: "Alright!"
...
After the return feast, the family sat together to chat. However, since getting married, Mo Yan hadn’t had a good night’s sleep, and after talking for a while, her eyelids beca as heavy as if they were glued with cooked glutinous rice and she couldn’t keep them open.
Cui Qingrou found it both amusing and distressing to watch, and she urged her to quickly return to her room to sleep.
Mo Yan indeed missed her big bed, so, after saying goodbye, she left. But just before stepping out the door, she threw her husband, who was staring at her, an intentionally mischievous glance and then left with a beaming smile.
Xiao Ruiyuan felt a shiver up his spine from that glance from his own wife. Just as he was about to get up to follow her, Cui Qingrou kept him seated with a single sentence: "Mother thinks Yanyan hasn’t rested well these days. Let her have a good sleep for now, don’t disturb her just yet."
As he watched his mother-in-law send away the two younger sisters-in-law, and as the maid stood guard at the door, recalling the mischievous glance his wife had thrown him when she left, Xiao Ruiyuan unwittingly sat up straighter, vaguely guessing what his mother-in-law might say.
The saying that a mother-in-law finds her son-in-law increasingly pleasing held true for Cui Qingrou. She was very satisfied with Xiao Ruiyuan as her son-in-law, whether it was his status, character, or his attitude towards her daughter; she couldn’t find the slightest fault.
It was precisely because of this that Cui Qingrou thought of giving him a reminder about a few things, in order to prevent small issues from accumulating over ti and leading to a major conflict between the young couple...
With no one to disturb her, and Mao Tuan stuffed into the Space, Mo Yan slept the best sleep she had had since getting married. When she awoke, the room had already dimd, the sun had sunk below the roofline.
Mo Yan woke up feeling refreshed and imdiately saw her husband sitting by the bed, staring at her intently without moving a muscle.
She touched her face, "Why are you staring at like that? Do I have flowers on my face?"
Unexpectedly, Xiao Ruiyuan nodded seriously and said sothing that made Mo Yan wonder if his brain was feverish, "Mm, my wife’s face is prettier than any flower, no matter how much I look, it’s never enough."
Mo Yan sat up and reached out to touch his forehead, muttering to herself, "Huh, no fever? How co Big Ice Cube suddenly learned how to flatter?"
Xiao Ruiyuan caught his wife’s soft hand, brought it to his lips for a kiss, and changed the subject without responding to her comnt, "It’s getting late, we should head back ho."
According to custom, a married woman must not spend the night at her parents’ ho on the day she visits after her wedding, as it’s considered bad luck. This rule, passed down from the ancestors, is followed even without any logical basis, and none would dare to break it.
Mo Yan’s body shook almost imperceptibly, nearly mishearing it as "It’s getting late, we should get settled in"!
Xiao Ruiyuan, not understanding why, thought she was shivering from the cold because she had just woken up and hadn’t dressed yet, so he got up and took clothes from the rack at the head of the bed and patiently dressed her, one piece at a ti.
In just a few days’ ti, Xiao Ruiyuan had beco quite adept at helping Mo Yan dress. Of course, his speed at undressing her was even quicker.
Mo Yan had grown accustod to his assistance, naturally stretching out her limbs to cooperate.
Once he had finished dressing her, Xiao Ruiyuan slipped shoes and socks onto her feet, then fetched a cloak for her to wrap around herself.
Mo Yan got off the bed and moved to the dressing table. She did not call for Yuan Yue or Er i, who were waiting outside, intending to pick up the comb and gather her hair, which had co loose before sleep, into a bunch by herself.
By the second stroke of the comb, Xiao Ruiyuan took it from her hands. His touch was gentle and ticulous, not causing the slightest pain to Mo Yan’s scalp.
"Right, did mother say anything to you after I left?" Mo Yan, eyes half-closed, enjoyed her husband’s service but didn’t forget to inquire about what happened in her absence.
Xiao Ruiyuan montarily paused his movent, then continued combing her hair, "She did!"
"What did she say?" Mo Yan asked, slightly anxious.
But Xiao Ruiyuan, as if deliberately keeping her in suspense, was slow to respond. Only when Mo Yan couldn’t restrain herself and asked a second ti did he leisurely say, "Your mother expressed her wish to hold a grandchild soon."
"You’re lying!" Mo Yan turned her head abruptly, saying fiercely, "How could mother possibly bring that up to you? Unless she told you to..."
At this point, she suddenly realized sothing, snapped her mouth shut, but her eyes glared at Xiao Ruiyuan, full of annoyance.
She had almost fallen for it; this guy was sly! If he found out about how she complained about him to her mother, he would certainly demand "compensation," which would inevitably turn into "physical compensation"... It would be a disaster for her.
Looking at his wife’s wary expression, Xiao Ruiyuan’s face revealed a smile with an unclear aning. He leaned in and whispered by Mo Yan’s ear, "My wife, did you by any chance foresee what your mother would say to your husband?"
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