Slow to mature after marriage

Bo Yan stared at him, finding it amusing, and asked, "Aren't you going to ask where we're going today?"

Mu Sigui raised her eyelids slightly: "Where to?"

I won't tell you.

Mu Sigui: "..."

"boring."

He turned his face to the window and ignored him.

The thin inkstone rang out.

He really loves playing with the AI.

-

The car waited at the school gate for a few more minutes.

A figure jogged over from a distance, her hair tied in a ponytail, her pale yellow jacket zipped up, the hem fluttering as she ran.

Thin lemon.

She opened the back door and threw a whole bag of snacks inside—with a clatter, potato chips, cookies, and chocolate bars all landed on Mu Sigui.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry!" Bo Ning quickly bent down to pick it up, only to realize that someone was sitting in the back seat. "I forgot there was someone in the back seat, I'm so sorry—"

She looked up and met a cold face.

Mu Sigui looked at her expressionlessly, still holding the pile of snacks that Mu Sigui had thrown at her.

Bo Ning froze.

"...Admire, admire the academic genius?"

Bo Yan turned around from the front seat, raising an eyebrow: "You two know each other?"

"I don't know them." Mu Sigui handed the snacks back, her tone calm.

He wasn't lying; he genuinely didn't know her.

Bo Ning took the snacks and, unusually, didn't say anything more. She rummaged around and moved all the snacks to her side, then sat up straight obediently.

"It was me who got to know him," she explained softly, her voice several octaves lower than before. "After all, the name of the academic genius, Mu, is extremely well-known at school."

Although its reputation is mixed.

He used to be famous for his face and his almost abnormally high GPA, but now he's famous for... rumors that he killed someone at school.

Pure perversion.

Bo Ning glanced over cautiously and curiously, only to meet the boy's cold and mocking gaze.

It was as if she knew what she meant by "becoming famous".

Bo Ning turned her head back again with a "whoosh."

They've completely become honest.

-

The car finally started.

The traffic was denser than I expected on the way to Cuiping Mountain, with cars moving and stopping frequently, their headlights forming a river of light.

Bo Ning was quiet for less than five minutes before she came back to life. She opened a bag of potato chips, ate them while craning her neck to chat with Mu Siwan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and didn't forget to complain that the songs Bo Yan played were too corny.

Bo Yan slightly lifted his eyelids and said without any politeness, "Shut up, don't bother your sister-in-law."

Bo Ning looked at Mu Siwan and asked, "Sister-in-law, am I being noisy?"

Mu Siwan shook her head: "I won't make a fuss."

Chong Boyan made a victory gesture, while Bo Ning shook her head smugly.

Mu Sigui remained in the same position, leaning against the car window, as quiet as a ghost the entire time. But his gaze would occasionally sweep towards Bo Ning, and Bo Ning keenly noticed a subtle expression appearing on his indifferent face—a hesitant expression.

Bo Ning suddenly realized what was happening and generously handed over the bag of potato chips.

"Want some potato chips? Don't be shy, this brand is really good. If you like, let's add each other on WeChat and I'll send you the link."

Mu Sigui glanced at the bag of potato chips and shook her head.

"I won't eat here, and I won't add you on WeChat."

He frowned, and finally spoke, his tone like he was correcting a wrong answer: "There's some crumb on the side of your lip, about three centimeters away."

Bo Ning: "..."

She reached up and touched the corner of her mouth, and sure enough, she felt a small piece of potato chip crumb.

Her ears turned red.

Bo Ning fell completely silent.

-

The car finally reached the top of the mountain.

A number of people had already gathered on the viewing platform, setting up tents in twos and threes, laying out moisture-proof mats, and the beams of their flashlights flickering in the night.

Bo Yan parked the car and took out the tent and mat from the trunk.

Bo Ning rubbed her hands together, exhaled a puff of white mist, looked around, and pointed to a relatively flat open space next to the platform: "That's nice, let's go there."

Several people carried the things over.

Bo Yan squatted down and quickly unpacked the tent. Bo Ning squatted down beside him to help, then suddenly spoke up: "Two tents should be enough, right? I'll sleep with my sister-in-law, and you can sleep with Mu... the academic genius, brother."

Bo Yan didn't even look up: "No. Three."

Bo Ning was taken aback: "Why three?"

"I'll sleep with your sister-in-law." Bo Yan opened the inner tent, his tone matter-of-fact. "You two can each sleep with one of them."

Bo Ning panicked: "No way! I want to sleep with my sister-in-law!"

She clutched Mu Siwan's sleeve, her voice softening, tinged with a pitiful tone: "Sister-in-law, I'm scared to sleep alone..."

Bo Yan snorted unhappily as she started to feign pitifulness, glancing at her and saying, "My dear little sister, you're twenty years old this year, right? You've been an adult for so long, and you still can't sleep alone?"

Bo Ning bit her lip.

Normally, she wouldn't dare to talk back to Bo Yan like that.

But today is different.

She has her sister-in-law backing her up today.

Bo Ning gripped Mu Siwan's sleeve, her fingers tightening, and mustered a bit of courage, stubbornly retorting, "Then you're so old, and you still can't sleep by yourself, can you?"

He paused, still not satisfied, and added viciously, "A twenty-eight-year-old old man!"

Bo Yan paused for a moment.

He raised his head and looked at Bo Ning expressionlessly.

Bo Ning felt a little uneasy under his gaze, and shrank behind Mu Siwan, continuing to be stubborn: "Why are you looking at me like that? I didn't say anything wrong. Among the four of us, you are the oldest."

"You're old, and you have such a sharp tongue. Besides having a bit of money, you have no other redeeming qualities. Be careful, or my sister-in-law will dump you."

As soon as she said this, Mu Siwan met Bo Yan's eyes and felt as if she could even hear the sound of the man's heart breaking.

Fearing that Bo Ning would be beaten, Mu Siwan quickly told her to go with Mu Sigui to the nearby supermarket to buy some things.

After the two people walked away, Bo Yan squatted down expressionlessly, picked up the hammer, and hammered nails.

The force was neither too light nor too heavy, but each strike was precise and steady.

Mu Siwan walked over, squatted down next to him, and whispered, "Don't be angry."

Bo Yantou didn't even lift his head, continuing to hammer nails.

Bang bang bang.

Mu Siwan stared at his profile for two seconds, realizing that her husband did indeed have a rather short temper. He often threw inexplicable tantrums—though she usually couldn't figure out why.

Bo Yan wasn't actually angry. How could he be angered by a little brat? Only Mu Siwan had that kind of ability.

But he kept a tight-lipped smile, his hands still moving, and slowly accused, "She just said I have a sharp tongue and no redeeming qualities other than having a lot of money. Do you think so too?"

"Of course not," Mu Siwan shook her head, her tone serious. "You have many strengths."

Bo Yan finally stopped what he was doing, looked up at her, and asked with a hint of expectation in his eyes, a half-smile: "For example?"

After thinking for a moment, Mu Siwan began to conduct a serious evaluation from a professional perspective.

"Your skeletal structure is very standard. Your skull is symmetrical, your brow ridges are of moderate height, your nasal bone is straight, and your jaw angle is just right—from a forensic anthropology perspective, this is a rare standard facial feature."

Bo Yan's lips twitched slightly.

"Also," Mu Siwan's gaze fell on his hands, "your hand bones are well-developed, the proportions of the metacarpals and phalanges are harmonious, and the joint tubercles are not prominent, indicating that you have not engaged in heavy physical labor for a long time—but the attachment points of the wrist muscles are obvious, indicating that you have a regular exercise habit."

She paused, then added, "Moreover, your teeth are aligned, your bite is normal, and you have no cavities or periodontal disease. This is quite rare among adult men."

Bo Yan stared at her, the corners of his mouth slowly widening, not minding her overly stiff praise.

"Are you that satisfied with me, Mu Siwan?"

He lowered his voice and stared intently at her. "So, you won't abandon me, right?"