“…” Pei Nian frowned.

“I don’t think you are.” He looked into her eyes and said seriously, “You’re not that kind of person… Pei Nian, don’t misunderstand, I don’t discriminate against homosexuals, but I always feel that you’re not a homosexual. You probably like men!”

Pei Nian glared at him, and the blush that had just faded from her face returned.

"Am I right?" Huo Jingnan leaned closer. "You really do like men, and men like me, right?"

"you……"

Pei Nian was both annoyed and amused. Seeing his innocent and dazed look, she wished she could slap him to wake him up.

"Huo Jingnan," she asked, looking intently into his eyes, "when did I ever say I liked women?"

"You said last time that you like grapefruit..."

"Is there only one kind of love among humans? Can't I like her for other reasons? Can't I treat her like an older sister?!"

Huo Jingnan was stunned and couldn't come to his senses for a long time.

Pei Nian stood up, glanced at him, and couldn't hide the smile on her lips.

But she still wouldn't let it go: "Have you finished eating?"

"Well……"

"Go wash the dishes after you finish eating, and also wash the pot while you're at it!"

"ah?"

Before Huo Jingnan could react, Pei Nian had already vanished without a trace.

He paused for a moment, scratched his head, chuckled, and took the initiative to wash the pots and pans, humming a song as he did so.

*

After the storm passed, life returned to normal.

However, the pressure is now on Huo Junyu – he has to face the same predicament his father faced back then, and is being pressured to have a baby.

First, his maternal grandparents, who live far away in Southeast Asia, made three video calls a day to ask him when they could hold their great-grandson. Then, his paternal grandmother and grandfather, who live far away in Manchester, also made three video calls a day to ask him when they could hold their great-grandson.

Sometimes when there's a time conflict, everyone just starts video chatting at the same time, and then the pressure to have a baby turns into a verbal battle between the maternal and paternal grandparents:

"Fu Xiuyu! I'm talking to my grandson, why are you always causing trouble?"

"Ha, Yin Ruohong! You still can't change your bad habits even when you're old! Junyu is my grandson, it's you who's causing trouble!"

"Your grandson? Oh my god, does he even have your surname?"

"But I didn't take your surname!"

"At least I gave my precious grandson a title, what did you give him?"

“I’ll give even more! The entire Fu family business is what I’m leaving to my grandson!”

"Fine! Since you put it that way... Junyu, I'll tell you! As long as you let me hold my great-grandson within a year, our Yin family's title will continue to be passed down! My great-grandson will be the next young nobleman!"

Huo Junyu: "..."

"Grandpa, Grandma, please calm down..."

“Child, he’s not your maternal grandfather!” Fu Xiuyu laughed heartily. “You used to call him ‘Crooked Dog’ when you were little! Old Crooked Dog!”

"Fu Xiuyu, you old hag!"

Huo Junyu broke out in a cold sweat and quickly left the group chat.

When Jiang Mianmian first saw them arguing, she was stunned. Now she's used to it, so she just smiled and continued to bury herself in the pile of documents waiting to be processed.

Even on her days off, she would take unfinished work home.

Looking at his wife's earnest and diligent appearance, Huo Junyu suddenly felt that he had not married a wife, but a hardworking ox that ate grass and produced milk.

"Um...wife." Huo Junyu wrapped his arms around her from behind, buried his face in her neck, took a deep breath, and said in a low, husky voice, "Should we...fulfill the old man's wish?"

Jiang Mianmian put down the documents, turned around, gently stroked his face, and smiled.

"I didn't mean to deny the old man's wish. Didn't we agree to let things take their natural course?"

“But,” Huo Junyu touched her flat stomach, “there’s been no sign of anything for so long, is it because I haven’t been working hard enough?”

"you……"

Jiang Mianmian raised her hand and pushed him away.

It's not that you're not busy enough, you're clearly very diligent! How many times have you received pocket money this month?

The Huo family's rule is to give 500, but he can earn more than ten times that amount!

"Wife!"

Huo Junyu then pestered her and acted like a spoiled child.

Jiang Mianmian cupped his face and reasoned with him, "Junyu, I really don't have the time or the mood today! Besides having a lot of work to do, I also have to go see Ranran."

"By the way," Huo Junyu said, thinking of Huo Junyang when he mentioned Ranran, "it seems that even when Junyang goes to see her lately, she often avoids him. When Mom and Dad go to check on her, she stays locked in her room and won't come out. Will there be any problems with her if this continues?"

“That’s what I’m worried about too.” Jiang Mianmian nodded. “When people experience a huge change, their personality inevitably changes. I thought about finding her a psychologist, but Ranran refused.”

This answer was exactly what Huo Junyu expected.

Lu Ran is a sensitive girl with an innate melancholy air.

Huo Junyang's cheerfulness only saved her for a while, and it seems to have had no effect since Cheng Suyue passed away.

“Even if someone like that knows they have a mental illness, they won’t take the initiative to see a doctor.” Huo Junyu patted her head. “People are generally reluctant to seek medical help, let alone someone as sensitive as Ranran.”

“But it would be best if someone could offer her guidance and encouragement regularly,” Jiang Mianmian said.

Huo Junyu thought for a moment, "Isn't Pei Nian at the Lu family's house?"

"Don't even mention it," Jiang Mianmian said with a wry smile. "Ranran seems to really dislike Niannian and doesn't want to say a word to her. And Niannian said that the way Ranran looks at her seems different than usual..."

Huo Junyu frowned. "What do you mean?"

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