"I understand, my dear wife, stop preaching!"

Song Shengsheng sighed and took a sip of water. "By the way, I've asked someone to keep an eye on Zhao Rong and the others. There's nothing unusual going on, but that's often the strangest thing. I feel like there's going to be a commotion if I take your mother away from the Jiang family after the New Year."

"It's impossible not to make a fuss. It's so annoying."

"So I'm thinking about whether I should buy some good soundproofing earplugs so I can block out the noise."

"I think it's okay. Please bring me a box too. I want the pink one."

"Brother Yi Yu, when did a grown man like you start liking pink?"

"Haven't you seen what's said online? I'm a wife-lover. When I mention my wife, pink bubbles start to appear all over my body. So as a pure love god, pink is the color that suits me best!"

"Next time, don't mention me so much. We should keep our affairs behind closed doors. Your sweet words will only count if you say them in front of me. I never believe in public declarations of true love. I just like to hear you whispering to me, quietly, how much you love me."

"Do you love me then?"

"Of course, is that even a question?"

Jiang Yiyu took Jiang Xiaoguai, who was wearing a cheerful red sweatshirt, from Xiao Chen's hand. He brought him close to the screen, pointed his ear toward the camera, and said childishly, "Tell your son how much you love his dad, and have him tell me."

"You wish."

After Song Shengsheng finished speaking, Jiang Yiyu picked up Jiang Xiaoguai, pointed it at his ear, and asked it mysteriously in a low voice: "Son, what did your mother just say?"

He acted like he had actually heard what the purple bear said. He uttered a long "oh," then hummed in agreement and nodded, "I think so too. My wife is really beautiful."

…

On the day Jiang Yiyu came back, Song Shengsheng disguised herself by wearing a hat and a mask, and went to pick him up at the airport by blending into the crowd holding a bouquet of white roses.