"Madam, are you angry?" Jun Lin sat down next to Bei Yan and looked down at the sulking little girl.

Bei Yan snorted lightly: "No, how could I dare to be angry with you? You're my golden goose now, a very busy person."

Junlin chuckled softly, his magnetic voice deep and alluring.

"You still say you're not angry, huh?" She raised her hand and ruffled Bei Yan's hair, saying with a hint of helplessness.

"Yes, yes, I'm angry, I'm unhappy, so what!"

He slapped away the hand that was messing with his head, put his hands on his hips, puffed out his cheeks, and said angrily.

He reached out and pulled Bei Yan into his arms, resting his head on the little boy's head, gently stroking it as he explained softly.

"Something happened at one of the shops I work at, which kept me from getting back, so I'm late. It won't happen again next time, please don't be angry, okay?"

Now it was Bei Yan's turn to be stunned. She turned around and grabbed Jun Lin's ear: "Wow, not bad! Where did you learn such sweet talk and silver tongue?"

Junlin wasn't annoyed; a doting and gentle smile appeared on his ethereal face: "You don't need to learn how to treat your wife."

The implication is that he would naturally speak to Bei Yan.

"Tch, how cheesy." She let go of Junlin's ear, turned around, and her ears were burning slightly.

Seriously, why are you suddenly being so cheesy? It's giving me goosebumps.

"Oh right, I have something important to tell you." He patted his cheeks and turned to look at Junlin.

"Hmm? What is it, Madam? Please speak." The bright yellow candlelight flickered, casting the light and shadow of Junlin's silver-white robes, making him appear like a deity.

Bei Yan closed his eyes. Good heavens, someone here is exuding excessive charm.

"Ahem, my family knows about you, and they want to meet you, so I agreed. You should have time tomorrow, right?"

“Of course I’m free.” He paused, then turned the little boy’s shoulders, his silver eyes looking directly at Bei Yan:

"My dear wife, everything I've done is to marry you. Don't overthink it. Nothing is more important than you, understand?"

The fact that they would ask me if I have time suggests that I've been too busy lately, making the little one feel insecure.

"That's enough! If you say another cheesy thing like that, you'll be sleeping on the floor."

"Madam, I was wrong!"

The next day.

At 9:00 AM, the entire Bei family sat in the main living room, with Bei Hong and Bei Xiao seated in high positions, exuding an air of authority.

Bei Yan sat to the side, rubbing his forehead. This scene reminded him of the time when Jun Lin went to Qingyun Peak to see the antiques.

History always seems to repeat itself.

"He's here! He's here! Master, the son-in-law is here!" The servant responsible for looking out at the door ran in breathlessly and reported excitedly.

"You're here, so what's with the panic? What kind of behavior is this!" Bei Xiao frowned and reprimanded him with an air of authority.

"Alright, husband, let's go out and take a look." Lin Wan spoke up at the right moment to comfort him. Bei Xiao flicked his sleeves, got up and walked towards the door.

Bei Hong got up, his steps slightly hurried. He had to hurry and see which brat had run away with his beloved granddaughter!

Outside the gates of the Duke of Jin's mansion, Jun Lin, dressed in a silver-white robe, stood tall and straight, exuding an air of aloof nobility and divine detachment.

Bei Yan followed behind Bei Hong, secretly giving Jun Lin a meaningful look. Jun Lin smiled calmly, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and bowed with a calm smile.

"Grandpa, Uncle, Aunt, your junior, Junlin, greets you."