“I think I understand now.” Wen Yiquan nodded thoughtfully. “So what exactly are you trying to say? You talked about your son but didn’t mention your own thoughts.”

"What thoughts could I possibly have? I just hope my child can live a good life... Although it would be nice to go to a better school, given his grades."

Su Juan put down the cleaver in her hand, hesitated, and then put the chopped vegetables into the pot. The sizzling sound was particularly loud in the kitchen.

"Besides, if our son stays, that girl will definitely stay too. I've heard that Lianbao's grades are also very good, maybe even better than our son's."

"Too……"

Wen Yiquan was at his wit's end. Frustrated, he crossed his legs and sat on the sofa in a daze. But then he felt that sitting there doing nothing was too pointless, so he took the initiative to go into the kitchen to help out.

"So how do we persuade them to change their minds?"

"You're asking me that?" Su Juan raised an eyebrow and glanced at him.

Wen Yiquan fell silent, knowing that his wife wasn't very good at "persuading surrender."

The range hood was running loudly, and the sound of frying oil could be heard from time to time. The two of them had their own thoughts and did not make any further suggestions.

After a moment of silence, perhaps feeling that a result was necessary, Wen Yiquan shook his head and put down the freshly washed cabbage.

“They were only two grades apart, so if they were separated, it would only be two years. To sacrifice two people’s education for those two years… I really don’t think it’s worth it.”

"Don't tell me, you have to go and tell them." Su Juan was already used to it.

Wen Yiquan scratched his head awkwardly, "Last time we had such an unpleasant argument, how could that kid possibly listen to me? So you have to be the peacemaker... the mediator."

"No, you must express your own thoughts."

"Hey, what are you doing...?"

"Hmm—? What's wrong with me?" Su Juan drawled unhappily, her eyes narrowing slightly, her originally pretty face instantly showing more displeasure.

"...It's nothing, I'll just chop the vegetables, okay?"

Wen Yiquan admitted defeat, feeling extremely uneasy.

...

At the entrance to the building, Wen Mo and Xia Lian had been standing there for a while, but they were still hesitant to go in. After pausing for almost a minute at the door, he let out a long breath and was about to insert the key into the lock when Xia Lian patted his arm.

"Wenmo, Wenmo."

Wenmo put down the keys. "What's wrong? Are you nervous?"

Xia Lian shook her head without saying a word. Suddenly, she took a few steps away and turned around, causing her white puffy skirt to ripple. Her single ponytail behind her head also swayed, revealing her thick pantyhose.

Am I... good-looking?

"...Let's not say sweet nothings in front of my parents' house." Wen Mo's tense mood was relieved a lot by this, and a helpless smile appeared on his lips. "It looks good, it shows that my taste is still pretty good."

Upon hearing this, Xia Lian pursed her lips, lowered her head, twirled her toes on the floor, and put her hands behind her back, seemingly a little shy.

"A little nervous..."

Lianbao got nervous.

Looking at the expressionless face of hers, Wen Mo finally suppressed his urge to complain and squatted down with a smile, looking her straight in the eye.

"Don't be nervous. Although it was quite unpleasant last time, it was between me and my dad. Don't be too nervous, just treat him like he's not there."

"No, let's not argue."

“We didn’t argue. That’s just how we usually talk. We can’t communicate without a bit of anger.” Wen Mo jokingly ruffled her hair.

Xia Lian remained silent for a while before raising her head again, looking at him earnestly, and then gently embracing his head.

Lianbao took a special shower before going out today. She could feel the inexplicable softness on Wenmo's face, and when she got too close, she could even smell a very pleasant fragrance.

"My uncle is a good man."

"I know! But don't hug me like that! Otherwise, the person coming will be in big trouble!"

"Wenmo is the person I like."

Xia Lian seemed not to hear him, ignoring Wen Mo's flustered words, and hugged him tightly, so tightly that she could feel his warm breath on her chest.

So, don't argue.

"I know, I know! Let go first! Otherwise, if someone really comes, we're done for..."

Click.

A clear light shone into the dimly lit hallway, and the warm light from the living room shone on the two of them.

"You're buying a bottle of soy sauce, right? Is there anything else you need? Should we buy some drinks...?"

Wen Yiquan changed his shoes, tapped the toes of his shoes on the ground twice to make sure Su Juan didn't need anything else to buy, and then turned to look at the very lively hallway.

Wen Mo peeked out from Xia Lian's arms. Before he could even utter the word "it's over," his eyes had already turned completely lifeless, as if he had lost all vitality. But his remaining consciousness was still urging him to do something.

The two looked at each other, while Xia Lian was still feeling the warmth of Wen Mo's head in her arms.

Wen Yiquan was also glared at by Medusa, and he froze on the spot. He was so shocked by this scene that he couldn't even step out of the door.

After a while, Wen Mo patted Xia Lian on the back, took a deep breath, slowly stood up, walked a few steps to the door, and then...

Click.

He gently closed the door under Wen Yiquan's watchful gaze.

The next second.

Click.

"Oh, Dad, what a coincidence! We just got here and you're about to leave, haha." Wen Mo scratched the back of his head as if nothing had happened and walked into the house with a grin, followed by Xia Lian, who was blinking innocently behind him.

Seemingly unconcerned about Wen Yiquan standing at the door, the two sat on the sofa with normal expressions. They first greeted Su Juan, who was cooking in the kitchen, and then ate the fruit on the table by themselves.

"Dad, what are you standing there for? What's so interesting in the hallway?" Wen Mo smiled and waved his hand from the sofa. "Are you going to buy something? Should I go buy it?"

“…No need, you two sit for a while, I have to hurry.” Wen Yiquan pushed up his glasses and quickly stepped across the threshold.

"Dad, why are you in such a hurry?"

"I have to get back quickly, or I won't be able to scold you properly."

After saying that, Wen Yiquan stared at Wen Mo with an extremely disgusted look, as if he wanted to swallow his own son whole.

After saying that, with a click, the footsteps gradually disappeared at the doorway.

"Damn it..."

Wen Mo clutched his head, feeling an urge to smash his head against the wall. Only Xia Lian beside him looked puzzled, but seeing how upset he was, she patted his back to comfort him.

Turning his head, Wen Mo met her expressionless face and forced a smile as he said, "Lianbao, what happened just now was actually..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xia Lian seemed not to understand and tilted her head, asking, "Did I do something wrong?"

"There's a tiny little mistake." Wenmo gestured with his thumb and little finger.

Upon hearing this, Xia Lian lowered her head in utter disappointment.

"I made a mistake..."

"...Okay, actually you didn't do anything wrong, I just talked too much."