Xia Wan’an paused in the middle of rummaging through a drawer, thinking about Han Jingnian’s situation, a hint of heartache appearing in her eyes. Then she responded casually to her mother, "Jingnian and I haven’t decided when we want to have a baby yet. Besides, am I not too young for that? Why are you in such a hurry?"
After a pause, she noticed her brother who had followed their mother into the room. Without any hesitation, she passed the buck onto him, "Mom, if you’re really that eager, why don’t you press my brother? He’s several years older than , and he’s not even married yet! At least I’ve been married for two years. You can’t be so biased and press like this!"
On hearing this, Xia Chen’an instinctively turned to make his escape.
But before he could leave, her mother’s voice stopped him cold, "Cheng An, where do you think you’re going?"
"What? No, I’m not going anywhere..." Xia Chen’an silently retracted his foot, which was just about to step out of the room, and shifted awkwardly in place. "My legs were just numb. I was just walking it off... Baby, mom’s pressuring you because she loves you..."
"Yes, you’re right. I love An’an, not you. But my not loving you doesn’t prevent from urging you to get married!" His mother coldly interrupted. "I’m telling you Xia Chen’an, if you don’t get married by the end of the year, don’t bother coming ho for Chinese New Year, and don’t even call mum anymore..."
Cheng Tongyi, who happened to walk out of his study just then, chid in without knowing what was going on, "Don’t call dad, either."
Xia Wan’an, who was rummaging through the drawers unsuccessfully looking for a love letter, pulled open another drawer, "Don’t call baby, either. Of course, little sister doesn’t work."
Xia Chen’an: "..." He grew up in such a family, and surprisingly, he managed to be perfectly well-adjusted. He was truly a talented guy!
Under the pressure from his family, Xia Chen’an cleared his throat before speaking, "It’s not that I don’t want to get married, but I don’t know who I should marry. See, I have a dear one, a girlfriend, a honey, a cutie, a lover, several significant others... who should I marry?"
His mother glared at him fiercely, "Scum! He’s nothing like —I don’t know who he takes after!"
Cheng Tongyi agreed, "Yes, scum! He’s nothing like —I don’t know who he takes after!"
After saying that, Cheng Tongyi noticed his wife’s dark face and imdiately corrected his words, "No, no, what I ant to say was, he’s a scum! He’s nothing like you—I don’t know who he takes after!"
His wife’s mood improved significantly, "Cheng An, if you really don’t want to get married, you could just give a grandchild. Bring the grandchild and its mother ho, and then you can get out of the Xia family tree!"
Cheng Tongyi: "The Cheng family tree wouldn’t take you either!"
Xia Wan’an couldn’t suppress her laughter, completely disregarding her image as she crouched on the ground and pulled open the last drawer.
Xia Chen’an: "..." Can anyone tell him, is he even their real son?
Xia Chen’an, knowing better than to argue, quickly changed the subject, "Mom, An’an hardly ever gets to co ho. Shouldn’t you prepare lunch for her?"
"Oh, yes, let’s go downstairs and make lunch for An’an." His mother exchanged a glance with Cheng Tongyi, and they both went downstairs.
It wasn’t until the sound of their parents’ footsteps faded away that Xia Wan’an finally looked over at Xia Chen’an who was standing at the door, "Bro, seriously, are you really not considering getting married?"
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