Slow to mature after marriage

Mu Siwan looked down at the two rings, her brows furrowing slightly.

She picked up the smaller one and twirled it between her fingers.

"A ring." She glanced at her sideways and asked sincerely, "Does it fall under the category of a romantic relationship?"

Bo Yan raised an eyebrow.

Mu Siwan said, "This isn't one of the three principles, but rings are usually associated with feelings."

Bo Yan leaned back on the sofa, not answering directly, but only saying...

"The other wives have them too."

Mu Siwan pondered for a moment.

"So it's an identification marker?"

"...I guess so."

She nodded and tried the ring on her ring finger. It fit perfectly, and the plain band shimmered softly under the light.

She twirled the ring and looked at him again.

"suitable."

Bo Yan twitched the corner of his lips: "That means my estimation was quite accurate."

She looked down at the ring on her hand, then at the larger one in the box.

"What about yours? Why don't you give it a try?"

"Will you put it on me?" Bo Yanchong held out his hand, his expression still calm.

Mu Siwan looked at the outstretched hand.

The knuckles are distinct, the fingers are long and slender, and the ring finger is still empty.

She picked up the large ring, held it between her fingers, and cradled his hand in her other hand.

His hands were a size larger than hers, and his palms were dry and warm.

Mu Siwan slipped the ring onto his ring finger and pushed it in a little further.

The ring glided across the knuckles and settled firmly.

She withdrew her hand and looked him up and down.

"suitable."

The two sat side by side, staring at the open chest on the television screen, the rings on their hands gleaming faintly under the light.

The scene is a bit eerie.

Bo Yan suddenly chuckled.

I never imagined that one day he would marry such a wife.

Mu Siwan turned her head to look at him.

"What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing," he said, pointing to the television. "The background is well-chosen."

Mu Siwan glanced at the heart that had been removed from the screen, then at Bo Yan.

"It will frighten the guests."

Bo Yan paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.

-

Before going to sleep, I took off my two rings, one large and one small, and placed them side by side on the bedside table. The warm yellow light from the table lamp diffused a small patch of light onto them, casting a soft glow.

Mu Siwan was lying on her side, half asleep, when she suddenly spoke.

"About the ring."

Bo Yan hummed in agreement.

"It's too much trouble to take it on and off for work," she said, her eyes closed and her voice trembling. "So I don't usually wear it."

He had already guessed it, so he wasn't surprised.

"it is good."

Mu Siwan curled up in the blanket, still with her back to him, her breathing gradually becoming steady.

"If you need to wear it for an important occasion, please let me know in advance."

Bo Yan opened his eyes.

He turned over and looked at her curled-up back.

There was a half-meter gap between them. Apart from marital obligations, she always maintained this distance, never daring to step out of bounds.

He couldn't quite put his finger on what those feelings were.

The words I wanted to say were stuck in my throat, and I felt I had no right to say anything.

He closed his eyes again.

"it is good."

The voice was a little softer than before.

About half an hour later, Bo Yan raised his hand and turned off the light.

The bedroom was plunged into darkness.

It was quiet for a long time.

Bo Yan suddenly spoke.

"Saturday would be perfect."

"……Um?"

"Wear it when we get back to the old house." He opened his eyes again, staring at the ceiling, his tone carrying an indescribable meaning, "Let the old lady watch us put on a show and have some fun."

There was a long silence.

"……good."

-

Saturday, at the old house.

As soon as Mu Siwan stepped across the threshold, the old lady's gaze fell upon her.

It didn't fall on my face, it fell on my hands.

The plain ring shimmered faintly in the sunlight.

The old lady's eyes lit up instantly. She rushed over, grabbed Mu Siwan's hand, and looked closer.

"Oh dear, what is this...?"

She looked up at Bo Yan, then at Xiang Mu Siwan, her eyes crinkling into a smile.

"Was it a gift from Xiao Yan?"

Mu Siwan nodded.

The old lady beamed from ear to ear, pulled her to sit down on the sofa, and examined the ring over and over, becoming more and more satisfied with it.

"Okay, okay." She patted Mu Siwan's hand. "This ring is nice, simple and elegant, and it won't get in the way."

As he spoke, his gaze shifted downwards.

It landed on her stomach.

Bo Yan watched from the side, his brow twitching slightly.

The old lady's eyes were so ambiguous they were almost overflowing.

Mu Siwan looked down at her stomach, then looked up at her, not quite understanding the meaning of that look.

All she knew was that when performing an autopsy, it was best to cut the abdomen flat, otherwise it would be troublesome to suture it.

The old lady cleared her throat, looked away, and put on a serious expression.

"Siwan, there's something Grandma wants to discuss with you."

Mu Siwan waited for the next part.

The old lady took her hand and spoke earnestly.

"You've been married for three years, but haven't had a wedding yet. Grandma's thinking, since you're both not too busy with work now..."

She paused, then looked at Mu Siwan with a smile.

"Let's hold the wedding."

"Don't worry, Grandma knows you're both busy with work. Leave the wedding preparations to me, you just need to send one person. How about that?"

wedding?

Mu Siwan turned her head to look at Bo Yan.

Bo Yan leaned back on the sofa, one hand resting on the armrest, his posture relaxed. Meeting the woman's unusually blank gaze, he slowly spoke.

"I'm fine with anything, it's up to you."

The old lady frowned when she saw how perfunctory he was being.

"Anything?" She glared at her. "You agreed to something so important so hastily?"

He turned back and looked at Mu Siwan with earnestness, his tone softening instantly.

"Wanwan, what do you think?"

Mu Siwan glanced at her, then at Bo Yan.

After a moment, she nodded, as if she had made some momentous decision.

"Okay, I'll do whatever Grandma says."

The wedding arrangements were thus finalized.

The old lady was in high spirits and chatted with the two of them in the living room for a long time. They went over everything, from the venue and wedding date to the guest list.

Bo Yan leaned against the side, occasionally responding. Mu Siwan sat upright, nodding as she listened to each sentence, as if she were taking notes on important matters.

Bo Yan wanted to laugh.

She smiled, but the old lady glared at her impatiently.

Bo Yan sighed and could only take Mu Siwan's hand, slowly turning the ring on her finger.

"Grandma has looked at a few places, including gardens, hotels, and old-fashioned courtyard houses. Which one do you like?" The old lady flipped through her little notebook and looked up at me.

Mu Siwan was about to nod when Bo Yan grabbed her hand, causing her to pause.

She turned her head to look at him.

He lowered his eyes and turned the ring intently, as if it were something important.

She looked away and spoke.

"In the garden, I suppose."

……

The wedding date was finally set for four months later, during the transition from spring to summer, a season with neither too hot nor too cold, which would be perfect.

After finally finishing their conversation, it was already completely dark. The old lady leaned back on the sofa and waved her hand.

"Alright, alright, this old woman is tired, you should all go to sleep early too."

She stood up, her gaze sweeping over the two of them, a meaningful smile on her face.

"Sleep well, Grandma won't disturb you."

Bo Yan met that gaze and raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

What mischief is that old woman up to now?

Mu Siwan stood up and nodded.

Goodnight, Grandma.

Bo Yan glanced down at her and gave a soft snort.

Like a little white rabbit.

They're being sold out and they're still helping to count the money.

He stretched out his long arm, put his arm around her, and walked out.

"Old man," he said slowly, "you should probably stop worrying about things too much."