Xia Baozhu followed Sun Xingyan into the room; this was her first time inside.

Previously, we usually came in the evening and stayed for a short time, chatting in the living room.

She looked at the large blue bed against the wall and felt a little out of place.

Most of the other items looked old, but the bed was too new.

Not only are the four-piece bedding set new, but the bed frame is also new.

"This bed is new; the old one was too small," Sun Xingyan explained, a somewhat mischievous smile on his face.

Xia Baozhu nodded without replying. Her gaze swept over the guitar, flute, calligraphy and paintings on the wall, as well as the photo of her and Sun Xingyan.

The photos were placed in a large frame, about twenty in total, including group photos and individual portraits.

A group photo of them is also displayed on the desk below the picture frame.

That was a photo she took with Sun Xingyan in the square, with blue sky and red walls in the background.

The two were wearing matching coats and hats; one was tall and the other slender, both smiling brightly, and they even looked somewhat like a married couple.

Xia Baozhu sat in a chair in front of the desk, next to the bed, where Sun Xingyan sat.

"Let me get you a glass of water first."

Before they even entered, the two were chatting animatedly, completely absorbed in their conversation.

Upon entering, Xia Baozhu's attention was drawn to the place, and she stopped chatting. Only then did Sun Xingyan realize that she hadn't drunk any water.

When Sun's mother heard the noise, she thought someone had come to help her, but she saw her second son take a cup, pour water, and go back inside.

The saying "A son grows up and no longer listens to his mother, a daughter grows up and no longer stays at home" is indeed true.

Xia Baozhu turned her head to look at the books in the bookcase, through which she could see some traces of Sun Xingyan's growth.

Sun Xingyan put the factory and recruitment to the back of his mind; the atmosphere wasn't suitable for discussing these things.

"Wife, would you like to learn to play the guitar?" Sun Xingyan's eyes lit up as he came up with an idea.

"I don't want to learn," Xia Baozhu answered decisively.

“Okay, I’ll teach you… Hmm? Guitar is very interesting.” Expecting a positive answer, Sun Xingyan swallowed his first sentence.

"Oh." Xia Baozhu pulled a martial arts novel from her desk and started reading, seemingly uninterested in Sun Xingyan's suggestion.

"How about I play you a piece?"

When Sun Xingyan was in school, he attracted girls by playing the guitar and flute. After going abroad, he attracted foreign beauties by playing the piano.

Of course, he just enjoys the feeling of being admired and it satisfies his vanity.

That's how it is during student days, but most people only stay in the fantasy stage, while Sun Xingyan is the one who is envied, jealous, and hated.

Sun Xingyan took down the guitar, wiped it clean, tested the sound, and made some adjustments.

"Wife, what kind of music do you like to listen to? I'll play it for you," Sun Xingyan said confidently.

"The national anthem." Xia Baozhu raised an eyebrow with a smile.

Sun Xingyan struck a pose, his eyes fixed intently on Xia Baozhu, as if he wanted to display his peacock-like plumage.

Upon hearing this answer, he asked in surprise, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." Xia Baozhu smiled, clearly very happy.

"Oh well."

As Sun's mother passed by her second son's room, she deliberately slowed her pace, wanting to listen to what was happening inside.

Then she heard a familiar intro, and reflexively stood up straight, even wanting to salute.

After realizing what had happened, she walked away speechlessly.

The "something to do" was playing the national anthem on a guitar. She really didn't know how to evaluate her second son and daughter-in-law.

Before, I thought my second daughter-in-law was shrewd, capable, and elegant. How did she become like this after spending a few days with Xingyan?

She had initially thought of finding a capable second daughter-in-law to keep her second son in check, but little did she expect this.

After Sun Xingyan finished playing a piece, he waited for his wife to praise him.

"Let's sing another children's song."

With a bitter face, Sun Xingyan played another piece, "The Snail and the Oriole."

Xia Baozhu casually picked a few songs, none of which stumped Sun Xingyan, but his expression grew increasingly disappointed.

These songs have nothing to do with love songs; they're either children's songs or inspirational songs, giving him no chance to express his feelings.

"It sounds good, let me try." Xia Baozhu reached out and took the guitar, strumming a few strings casually.

Sun Xingyan's eyes lit up, and he brought in another chair, sitting down right next to Xia Baozhu.

"I'll teach you."

Professor Sun brought home a pot of wintersweet and saw his wife making dumplings at the dining table.

"Where are they? None of them have come back?" he asked, looking around.

Sun's mother pointed towards her second son's room with her lips pursed.

"Oh." Professor Sun didn't say anything, but picked up the winter plum blossom and placed it on the sunny bookshelf, admiring it carefully.

"Come quickly and help make dumplings!"

When Sun's mother saw that Professor Sun was still leisurely enjoying the flowers, she immediately flew into a rage, and no one could see that she was busy.

She really owes this whole family a debt!

"You're in such a hurry. If you make fewer buns, you'll eat less." Professor Sun slowly washed his hands, rolled up his sleeves, and started working.

"The children love dumplings, and they get upset if they don't get enough." Sun's mother worked quickly, and soon a dumpling was formed.

"Look at you, all you do is spoil the kids. If they want to eat something, just let them make it themselves."

"Easy for you to say. I love my own child."

"Then why do you complain every day?" Professor Sun said, his voice softening.

"What are Xingyan and the other two doing in the room?"

"Playing the guitar," Sun's mother replied casually.

"He's still like a child, he doesn't know how to help with chores at home, it's all because you spoil him."

"Fine, it's all because I spoiled him."

Sun's mother was too lazy to argue. She spoiled her child, but the child was still outstanding.

Professor Sun listened to the intermittent guitar sounds and said, "This must be Baozhu playing. Xingyan is just as good at coaxing and irritating people."

"That's right, otherwise it would be so fast..." Sun's mother wanted to praise her son for getting married so quickly, but then stopped herself.

Even though she had read the doctor's diagnosis in Beijing and wasn't worried about the child, she still had a lingering concern, after all, it was her second marriage.

It would be perfect if it were a first marriage.

Sigh, I don't want to think about it anymore. What's the point of thinking about it too much?

That's just how kids are; once they've set their mind on something, nothing anyone says will change their mind unless they give it up themselves.

Sun Xingyan taught her step by step, his breath hitting Xia Baozhu's face as he spoke.

"Alright, I got it. You can practice on your own now." Xia Baozhu touched the spot that was tickling from the wind and gestured for Sun Xingyan to move away from her.

Watching his wife's lips open and close, her red lips and white teeth, and smelling her familiar fragrance up close, Sun Xingyan couldn't hear anything else and unconsciously kissed her.