Slow to mature after marriage

Mu Siwan didn't quite understand how they got to the issue of "whether or not to".

They are clearly independent individuals.

But her intuition told her that if she said those words, Bo Yan would most likely... be in a bad mood again.

She didn't want Bo Yan to be in a bad mood.

So she solemnly declared, "The law stipulates that we belong to each other."

Bo Yan paused for a moment.

Mu Siwan's expression was serious; it didn't sound like she was saying sweet nothings, but more like she was reciting a law.

He stared at her for two seconds, the corners of his mouth slowly curving up, and he thought to himself, "Finally, she's figured it out."

Why do I feel this inexplicable joy, like watching my daughter grow up?

"Hmm." He reached out and tucked her wind-blown hair behind her ear. "The law is right."

Mu Siwan nodded, also feeling that her answer was very rigorous.

I silently gave myself a thumbs up.

Bo Yan withdrew his hand, picked up the hammer again, and continued hammering nails.

The sound of the hammer falling this time was much lighter than before.

Mu Siwan squatted down and watched for a while. Only after confirming that he wasn't in a bad mood did she stand up with peace of mind and go to help Bo Ning lay out the moisture-proof mat.

-

The supermarket wasn't big, but the shelves were crammed full, and the incandescent lights made everything look white.

Bo Ning pushed the shopping cart ahead, while Mu Sigui followed behind, keeping a distance of two steps, like a silent tail.

"What do you like to eat? Potato chips? Cookies? Or those spicy strips?" Bo Ning asked while scanning the shelves, her hand already reaching out to grab several bags.

"dislike."

Bo Ning tossed the potato chips into the car: "What about drinks? Coke? Sprite? Or juice?"

"No."

Bo Ning carried two more bottles of mineral water inside, glanced back at him, and her lips twitched: "So what do you like?"

Mu Sigui thought for a moment and said, "There's nothing I like."

Bo Ning turned back and muttered under her breath, "What a weirdo. He doesn't like anything. Is it true, like the rumors say, that he enjoys killing?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Sigui pursed her lips and whispered, "I didn't kill anyone."

Bo Ning turned her head and shook her index finger at him: "Not the murder one." She blinked and smiled, "It's—my brother killing me, understand?"

Mu Sigui frowned: "I told you, I didn't kill anyone."

Bo Ning's smile froze.

“…………”

"Saying you're handsome means you're stupid."

Mu Sigui looked at her, remained silent for two seconds, and then said, "Oh."

Bo Ning: "...Oh? Just oh?"

Mu Sigui ignored her and turned to continue walking.

Bo Ning stood still, took a deep breath, picked up her shopping bags, and chased after him.

"You're like a robot, so unresponsive." She jogged up beside him, panting. "I even complimented you on how handsome you are, can't you at least give me some reaction?"

Mu Sigui didn't stop walking: "Thank you."

"..."

Bo Ning gave up completely.

We arrived at the cashier.

Bo Ning was carrying things onto the counter when she caught a glimpse of several colorful boxes labeled "Mint" on a small shelf next to the cashier.

She grabbed two boxes at random and threw them into her shopping cart.

Silently praising herself for being so thoughtful.

Although her brother, that old geezer, often disrespects the young, there's nothing she can do; she's the one who respects elders the most.

I reluctantly bought him two boxes of his favorite mints.

Mu Sigui glanced at the two boxes of things: mint flavor, ultra-thin, with granules—condoms.

He glanced at Bo Ning, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

Bo Ning was busy moving things and didn't notice his gaze.

Mu Sigui remained silent for two seconds before looking away.

She probably has her reasons for doing this.

-

"Hello, that's 628 in total." The cashier started scanning the QR code.

Bo Ning took out her phone, ready to scan the code to pay.

Mu Sigui also took out her phone.

"I'll do it," he said.

Bo Ning glanced at him: "You don't like anything, how can I let you pay the bill?"

She rushed ahead and opened the payment code.

"Beep—"

"Insufficient balance".

Bo Ning was stunned: "What?"

The cashier politely repeated, "Ma'am, your card has insufficient balance."

"Impossible!" Bo Ning frowned. "Are you kidding me? How could I possibly be broke?"

Bo Yan gives her over a million yuan in pocket money every month. There are at least several hundred thousand yuan left in this card.

She refused to believe it and scanned it again.

"Beep—Insufficient balance."

Bo Ning's face began to burn.

My phone suddenly vibrated.

She looked down—a message from the bank:

Your account ending in XXXX has been frozen for some reason. Please contact your card issuer for details...

Bo Ning: "..."

She stared at the line of text, with only one thought in her mind.

Thin inkstone.

Damn brother, you old man.

you are vicious.

The cashier was still waiting. People started peeking out from behind the line.

Bo Ning stood frozen in place, the tips of her ears turning bright red.

A hand reached out from the side, with distinct knuckles, holding a mobile phone, and touched it on the barcode scanner.

"Beep—Payment successful."

Mu Sigui put away her phone and expressionlessly accepted the bag from the cashier.

"Let's go."

-

Back at camp.

Bo Yan had just driven in the last nail, dusted off his hands, and stood up.

Bo Ning rushed over and swung her fist at his back.

"Bo Yan! You froze my card! You actually froze my card!"

Bang bang bang, each bang louder than the last.

Bo Yan stood still, letting her hit him, and said casually, "Oh, I forgot to mention, I'm suspending your allowance this month."

"Why should I?!"

"Because I'm a 28-year-old old man?" Bo Yan turned to look at her, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Because I have a sharp tongue, no redeeming qualities, and because I'm afraid your sister-in-law won't want me anymore, so I'm trembling with fear and trying to save as much money as possible for my wife and me to take care of ourselves in our old age. Is that answer satisfactory?"

Bo Ning's face turned red with anger: "You—you're so petty!"

"Yeah, stingy." Bo Yan nodded, his tone serious. "So you'll have to figure it out yourself this month."

Bo Ning turned to look at Mu Siwan, her eyes reddening, and said pitifully, "Sister-in-law..."

Mu Siwan took out her phone from her pocket without changing her expression.

I'll transfer it to you.

Bo Yan reached out and shoved her phone back, then leaned close to her ear and whispered, "My dear, I'm disciplining my sister, give me some face?"

Mu Siwan looked up at him, a hint of hesitation in her eyes: "But my sister doesn't have any money this month."

"Don't worry, she won't starve."

Mu Siwan paused for a moment, then obediently put her phone away.

Seeing their petty actions, Bo Ning stomped her foot in anger: "You—you two are ganging up on me!"

Nobody paid any attention to her.

Mu Sigui walked over with the bag, put the things on the moisture-proof mat, glanced at the noisy Bo Ning, said nothing, and turned to set up her own tent.

Bo Ning pouted, looking aggrieved, and squatted down next to Mu Sigui. She grabbed a few bags of snacks and started eating, saying to him, "Student Mu, I will definitely pay you back."

Mu Sigui glanced at her and hummed in agreement.

Bo Ning pressed her advantage: "Then... could you lend me some money this month? I need to vote for my idol, he's about to debut."

Mu Sigui: "..."