Slow to mature after marriage

Mu Siwan did not respond.

Xiao Qin exclaimed anxiously, "He's incredibly handsome! My friend is interning at the Municipal Bureau, and he posted a picture on his WeChat Moments yesterday. His face, his physique, his aura—tsk tsk tsk!"

She took out her phone and shoved the screen in front of Mu Siwan.

"Look, look!"

Mu Siwan glanced down.

The photo was taken secretly; the person is wearing a police uniform, showing their profile, and is standing in a corridor making a phone call.

Blurry, unclear.

She looked away.

"I can't see clearly."

Xiao Qin put her phone away in disappointment, muttering, "Anyway, he's really handsome. What's his name again...? My friend didn't say, just that he's a very handsome guy, and he doesn't know where he was transferred from."

She ate a few more bites of food, then suddenly leaned over, looking quite gossipy.

"Master, do you think he has a girlfriend?"

Mu Siwan continued picking up food with her chopsticks.

"have no idea."

"Aren't you curious?"

"Not curious."

Xiao Qin pouted and leaned back in her chair.

"That's true, you're not curious about anything except bones."

Mu Siwan didn't reply and continued eating.

After finishing her meal, Xiao Qin left first, reminding her before she went, "Master, if you go to the Municipal Bureau to deliver materials, please help me find out what that handsome guy looks like!"

Mu Siwan hummed in agreement, but it was unclear whether she was giving a perfunctory response.

She stood up, carrying her tray, and walked towards the recycling area.

Suddenly, a blurry profile picture flashed through my mind.

It seems somewhat familiar.

The thought flashed through my mind and then disappeared.

She didn't care.

-

At 5:40 PM, Bo Yan closed his laptop, leaned back in his chair, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

After a day of meetings, my head is buzzing.

He stood up, walked to the French windows, took a mint out of his pocket, unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth.

A cool, sweet sensation spread across his tongue. He leaned against the window, watching the bustling traffic in northern Beijing outside. The evening rush hour had just begun, and the cars below were stuck in a long line.

The phone rang.

He glanced down at the screen and pressed answer.

"grandmother."

The old lady's cheerful voice came from the other end of the line: "Xiao Yan, are you off work yet?"

"Just got off." He moved the candy aside and walked towards his desk. "Where are you and Grandpa?"

"Tuscany, you know," the old lady said with a smile. "Your grandfather insisted on buying some kind of castle to live in. I told him that those things are so gloomy and what's so good about them? But he wouldn't listen. He said he wanted to experience the local culture."

Bo Yan chuckled.

"Grandpa's is romantic."

"Romantic, my foot! I'm afraid I'll get lost if I get up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night," the old lady scolded, then changed her tone, "Alright, I'm not going to talk about that. I called to ask you how things are going with Siwan?"

Bo Yan paused for a moment while holding the phone.

"good."

"What do you mean by 'it's alright'?" the old lady said, displeased. "Explain yourself clearly."

Bo Yan leaned against his desk, his tone languid: "Just... normal interactions."

"Normal interaction?" The old lady repeated, seemingly dissatisfied with the answer. "Xiaoyan, let me tell you, a husband and wife can't just 'interact normally,' they have to put their heart into it."

Bo Yan held the mint in his mouth with the tip of his tongue, slowly turning it around.

"There's no need."

The old lady sighed, her tone softening.

"I know you have a knot in your heart, and Grandma doesn't want to talk about that matter either. But your parents... child, everyone's choices and experiences are different, so the results are naturally different as well." She paused, "Your grandfather and I have traveled all over the world in our lives, and we've had our share of ups and downs, but once we got through them, we realized how wonderful it is to have him in our lives."

Bo Yan lowered his eyes.

"You and Grandpa were just lucky."

"What good luck? That's something you work for." The old lady laughed in exasperation. "Why can't you understand that, child?"

Bo Yan didn't reply; the cool sensation of the mint spread in her throat.

The old lady added, "I think Siwan is a good girl. She's quiet and doesn't make a fuss. She's perfect for you. Don't always act so indifferent. Be nicer to her."

Bo Yan laughed out loud.

"I ignore her?" he said lazily, chewing on a mint. "You must have it backwards."

The old lady got anxious.

"I don't care, you've abandoned someone in the country for three years without any care, at least buy them a gift to make amends. Do you hear me?"

Bo Yan crushed the mint candy and casually responded.

"Okay, got it."

It's just a gift; let Wang Jin choose one.

-

The car drove into the night, heading towards Muyan Garden.

Bo Yan leaned back in his chair, chewing on a mint, his gaze casually falling on the neon lights flowing outside the window.

Wang Jin glanced at him through the rearview mirror, hesitated for a few seconds, and then spoke.

"President Bo."

"Um?"

"The old lady just called me."

Bo Yan turned her head to look at him.

Wang Jin forced himself to continue: "She specifically instructed me to make sure you buy a gift for your wife."

She added, "She said you absolutely have to choose it yourself."

Bo Yan clicked his tongue lightly.

That old lady certainly knows how to make arrangements.

"Okay." He nodded. "What do you think would be suitable to buy?"

Wang Jin thought for a moment, then forced a smile and asked, "A ring?"

Bo Yan frowned.

"ring."

"That's right," Wang Jin explained. "You and your wife have been married for three years, and it seems you haven't bought a ring yet."

Bo Yan leaned back in his chair, his tone extremely indifferent.

"What kind of gift is that? I'm buying it for Mu Siwan. What use is a ring to her?"

Wang Jin: "..."

"So, when you and your wife got married, didn't you need a pair of rings?"

"What's the ring for?" Bo Yan asked back.

"Maintaining relationships."

Bo Yan's tone was even more indifferent: "Then it's not necessary."

There wouldn't be such a thing between him and Mu Siwan.

Wang Jin was speechless.

After hesitating for a while, Wang Jin said helplessly, "Then you should send something that your wife likes."

What does Mu Siwan like?

The two people in the car simultaneously thought of the pile of bones in Mu Yan Garden.

Then they fell completely silent.

In the end, Bo Yan spoke first.

"Go to the jewelry store."

Wang Jin responded, turned the steering wheel, and drove towards the nearest shopping mall.

Twenty minutes later, the car was parked in the mall's underground parking garage.

Bo Yan got out of the car, and Wang Jin followed behind. The two took the elevator upstairs.

The jewelry store is on the first floor of the mall. The floor-to-ceiling windows are glittering with gold, and a few customers are standing sporadically in front of the counter.

The shop assistant's eyes lit up when they saw the two enter—they were dressed in suits and had an air of nobility; they were clearly important customers.

"Hello sir, what would you like to see? Rings, necklaces, bracelets—we have the latest styles here."

Bo Yan glanced at the dazzling array of gold jewelry in the display case, her expression unchanged.

"The thickest one," he said.

The shop assistant was taken aback.

"The...the thickest?"

"Hmm." Bo Yan's gaze swept over the counter. "Gold bars are fine too."

The shop assistant realized what was happening and quickly put the large gold bar, which was kept at the bottom of the cabinet, on the counter.

"This one is 100 grams, this one is 200 grams, and this one is 500 grams. That's the largest weight we have in our store."

Bo Yan looked down at the neatly stacked gold bars and reached out to weigh the five-hundred-gram one.

"good."

He glanced at Wang Jin.

Wang Jin steeled himself and stepped forward, lowering his voice: "President Bo, isn't this a bit... too honest?"

Is this even considered a gift? What's the difference between this and just giving money directly?

Bo Yan ignored him and said to the shop assistant, "This one, and two more of the same kind."

The shop assistant's hand trembled.

"Three, three pieces weighing 500 grams?"

"Um."

The shop assistant was rapidly pressing buttons on the calculator, barely able to suppress her smile.

Bo Yan glanced at the gold bracelets in the counter again and casually pointed: "Wrap that up too."

They were a pair of plain gold bracelets, wide and thick, without any patterns.

Wang Jin glanced at it and silently calculated the weight in his mind—it was another two hundred grams.

The shop assistant's hands were shaking when she packed the food.