Wen Mo always wanted to be a mature man, doing everything himself, but when it came to this girl, he was helpless against her as soon as she started to act cute.

"Wenmo is off today, so I'll cook."

Xia Lian whispered, rolled up her sleeves, and darted into the kitchen. Before Wen Mo could reply, she had already started the fire and lit the stove.

"..."

See, this is the downside of raising someone too familiarly.

They don't respect me at all! Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you're someone I like! I get angry too!

Thinking of this, Wen Mo, in a state of extreme anger, got angry and then sat obediently on the sofa waiting for his meal.

It's nice to try her cooking once in a while.

Hearing the sounds coming from the kitchen, Wen Mo felt as if a thin veil had been draped over his heart, and his heartbeat quieted down considerably.

I have a virtuous wife at home... but she's not a virtuous wife yet.

In short, it's really comfortable to have a talking, living person, especially a pretty young woman, by your side to chat and cook for you.

If it weren't for their special identities, this little family might have been settled down just like that.

"My parents... tsk, I don't know what to do." Wen Mo muttered to himself, his hand resting on his forehead, his thoughts revolving around Xia Lian.

To be honest?

It's been almost three months now. In three months, even if it wasn't love at first sight, there must have been some feelings that grew over time.

This reason seems absurd, but I can't think of any other reason. Anyway, it's just that... your son seems to have fallen for Xia Lian, the girl next to him.

Wenmo trembled at the thought of the scene. It would be a lie to say he wasn't scared. To put it seriously, this was... well, you know.

And they've also been warned that their legs will be broken.

But it's really not his fault. A girl he didn't know suddenly appeared and wanted to move into his house, saying she was his cousin who had just appeared.

How could there possibly be a sense of reality between identities?

Perhaps from the beginning, Wenmer treated her as an ordinary girl, rather than as a cousin.

"I hope you won't blame me... It would be best if you could understand."

Wen Mo jumped off the sofa with a somersault, straightened up, took a deep breath, and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

I flipped through the phone book, looked at the familiar numbers, and took a moment to catch my breath.

It wouldn't be bad to subtly hint at it and give them a heads-up, but the thought of something so big being hidden behind this makes me inexplicably panicked.

But it's impossible to keep quiet forever. Wenmo is a person of principle; once he sets his mind on something, he's determined to get it done. Whether it's love or family, he has to face it honestly.

After adjusting his mindset, Wenmo coughed twice, quietly slipped into his room, closed the door, and waited a second or two before dialing that familiar number.

"Beep—beep—beep—"

After three rings, Wenmo's heart was in his throat until the call was answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Dad." Wen Mo forced a smile, trying to organize his thoughts. Getting information indirectly was not easy; he had to give the other party some useful information.

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone; they clearly hadn't expected it to be their son calling.

When did you change your phone number?

"...I have never changed my phone number. Is it possible that you just didn't save it in your contacts?"

"Oh dear, I was so busy making WeChat calls that I forgot I had a cell phone."

The two exchanged a few jokes on the phone, but then fell silent. Perhaps it was because they hadn't spoken in a long time and didn't see each other often, but the awkward atmosphere between father and son could be felt even through the phone.

"Um, is there something you need?" Wen Yiquan quickly changed the subject. He was still at the company and hadn't expected his son to call so suddenly. "Out of money?"

"It's not that I'm broke! Can't I just call occasionally to check on your health?" Wen Mo said with a grin.

"Oh, I see. I'm perfectly healthy."

"That's good."

"..."

"..."

Wen Mo gritted his teeth.

Why is this phone call so awkward? We can't seem to find a new topic to talk about.

He scratched his face, unsure of how to start the conversation. After thinking for a while, he said, "I received a love letter a few days ago. I wonder what you think of it."

Wen Yiquan was stunned for a few seconds on the other end of the phone. He obviously did not expect his son to talk to him about such things. He had never talked to his son about school life before.

He could sense that Wen Mo was probably hiding something in his words, but the careful old father would not point out his son's polite words. He simply nodded in agreement with Wen Mo's words.

"I'll just think what I want."

"Don't you have any advice? What do you think about your son dating?"

"...What kind of person is the other party?" Wen Yiquan asked.

Wen Mo thought for a while, then poked his head out of the room. From this angle, he could see Xia Lian setting out dishes in the living room.

They were small, but they were trying their best to serve the dishes.

The large apron made her look even cuter on her small body, but Xia Lian had all the qualities one would expect, and even more.

Kind, lovely, and thoughtful, she is impeccable.

Wenmo didn't know how to describe it, because he couldn't find any adjectives to describe the girl he liked.

Perhaps noticing the gaze behind her, Xia Lian turned around and met Wen Mo's eyes. She tilted her head and waved blankly.

At this moment, a ripple stirred in the lake of my heart.

Wen Mo smiled, put a finger to his lips, and gestured for the other person to be quiet.

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