Slow to mature after marriage

In the afternoon, at Muyan Garden.

Mu Siwan took a four-hour nap. When she woke up, Bo Yan wasn't at Mu Yan Garden; he had probably gone to work.

After washing up and changing her clothes, she returned to the testing center.

As soon as I pushed open the door to the forensic room, Xiao Qin came over, her eyes shining.

"master!"

Mu Siwan looked at her.

Xiao Qin stopped in front of her, clutching her chest, her face full of emotion.

"I never imagined you and your master were so loving." She sighed softly. "Seeing this makes me want to fall in love too."

Mu Siwan's eyes looked strange.

Affectionate?

She and Bo Yan?

"You're probably mistaken," she stated calmly. "There are no feelings between us."

Xiao Qin's eyes widened.

"No feelings? How could that be!" She counted on her fingers, "This morning, you fell asleep at the table, and Master stood beside you watching you the whole time. The look in his eyes, tsk tsk tsk..."

Meeting the woman's indifferent gaze, she paused, then added reluctantly.

"When I came in, he told me to keep my voice down, afraid of waking you up."

Mu Siwan was silent for two seconds, then looked up in confusion.

"What does this prove?"

Xiao Qin choked.

Mu Siwan walked to her workstation, sat down, and opened the documents on the table.

"Observation is not the same as having feelings," she said. "You can observe a corpse for a long time, but you won't fall in love with it."

Just like this morning, when she observed Bo Yan sleeping—it was merely a novelty, and couldn't be linked to love.

Xiao Qin opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but didn't know where to begin.

Finally, she sighed and slumped onto the table.

"Master, you really..."

It's too dull.

It's even duller than the bone chisel in the forensic kit.

Xiao Qin didn't say anything more, but silently lit a candle for her master in her heart.

After all, the look in his eyes this morning made him seem truly... head over heels in love.

-

Bo Yan herself does not think she is madly in love.

He had just finished a group meeting and stepped out of the conference room when his phone vibrated.

He glanced at the screen and pressed the answer button.

"Bo Yan, are you free this weekend?" It was Xu Qishan's voice on the other end, tinged with excitement. "A new estate has opened in the suburbs, with hot springs and a horse ranch. How about inviting your wife and Bo Ning over for a visit?"

Bo Yan leaned against the window in the corridor and raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"She might not be available."

Xu Qishan clicked his tongue.

"Did you even ask before saying you were busy? Go ask."

"Asking won't help."

"That's not up to her," he said casually. "It depends on whether anyone died that day."

There was a two-second silence on the other end.

"...What?"

Bo Yan clicked his tongue impatiently.

"My wife is a forensic pathologist," he said. "If no one had died that day, she could have come. If someone had died, she had to come."

There was complete silence on the other end of the phone.

A few seconds later, Xu Qishan realized what was happening and started cursing.

"Go to hell with you, Bo Yan! My manor just opened, and you're already cursing me, aren't you?"

He paused, then added.

"It's a deal, you're bringing your sister-in-law and Bo Ning with you that day!"

-

Evening, Muyan Garden.

Bo Yan changed his shoes and walked into the living room. Grace slid off the sofa armrest and circled around his feet. He casually patted its head, his gaze falling on the dining table.

Mu Siwan sat under the lamp, sketching something in her sketchbook with a pen in hand, and didn't look up when she heard the noise.

He walked over and sat down opposite her.

"A friend opened a ranch and invited me to go check it out," he said. "A hot spring and horse ranch, shall we invite Bo Ning along?"

Mu Siwan paused, then looked up at him.

"Is your sister going too?"

"She'll definitely go."

That little girl loves to join in the fun.

"Okay." She lowered her eyes, the pen tip returning to the paper. "If no one dies that day, I'll go."

An expected answer.

His answer was similar to his answer when he returned to Xuqishan that afternoon.

Bo Yan couldn't help but chuckle.

Mu Siwan looked up at him, her eyes filled with a strange expression.

"What's wrong?"

"fine."

He leaned back, resting his arms lazily on them. Grace wrapped her arms around his, but he ignored her, only looking at the person opposite him who was drawing with their head down.

Deep down I thought—

Does this count as a harmonious relationship between husband and wife?

-

On Friday morning, Mu Siwan had just sat down at the testing center when her phone vibrated.

Bo Ning's name popped up on the screen.

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, sister-in-law! Are you free today?"

Mu Siwan thought about the work schedule.

"I have something to finish this afternoon, but I have a report to complete this morning."

"I'll pick you up this afternoon!" Bo Ning's voice was as excited as a little bird's. "Let's go shopping! We'll buy riding clothes and swimsuits!"

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Mu Siwan lowered her head and continued writing her report.

-

At 2 p.m., a bright yellow Porsche 718 pulled up in front of the appraisal center.

Bo Ning leaned out of the car window and waved vigorously at her.

"Sister-in-law! Over here! Over here!"

Mu Siwan walked over, opened the car door, and got in.

The car's interior is pink and white, adorned with fluffy ornaments and a sunflower that nods its head. Just like Bo Ning herself, she's almost excessively lively.

"Set off!"

Bo Ning stepped on the gas, and the car shot forward.

-

The high-end sportswear section is on the third floor of the mall.

Bo Ning pulled her straight to the Italian brand riding shop.

"This is it! I've been looking at this for ages, their riding outfits are so cool!"

A sales assistant greeted her with a polite smile. Bo Ning named a few styles, and the assistant quickly brought out a pile of clothes, filling the fitting room to the brim, before pushing her inside.

Mu Siwan casually picked up a black riding outfit and went into the fitting room.

The door opened.

Bo Ning was sitting on the sofa flipping through a magazine when she heard the noise and looked up—

I almost dropped the magazine in my hand.

Mu Siwan stood in front of the dressing mirror, her tall and slender figure encased in a black riding outfit. The waistline was perfectly cinched, outlining her delicate waist. The trousers hung straight down, making her legs appear long and straight. She raised her hand to adjust her collar, revealing a section of her fair wrist with clearly defined knuckles through the cuffs.

She's 1.7 meters tall, with a slender yet not frail frame. She has everything she should have, and nothing superfluous in the rest.

The sales assistant's eyes lit up.

"Miss, this outfit suits you perfectly, it looks like it was tailor-made for you."

Bo Ning covered her mouth, her eyes wide open.

"Sister-in-law...you're too..."

She swallowed hard, and after a long pause, managed to utter a sentence.

"It's so beautiful!"

Bo Ning quietly took out her phone and pointed the camera at Mu Siwan in front of the dressing mirror.

Click.

She glanced down at the photo, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, and opened Bo Yan's chat window.

[Light Lemon]: [Image]

[Bo Ning]: Bro, do you know what your wife looks like?

After sending the message, she put away her phone and continued looking at Xiang Musiwan as if nothing had happened.

"Sister-in-law, should we get this set? It's absolutely gorgeous."

Mu Siwan turned around in front of the mirror and nodded.

"OK."

-

Meanwhile, Bo Yan was in a meeting.

His phone vibrated, and he glanced at it.

News from Bo Ning.

He clicked on it casually.

Then he froze.

In the photo, Mu Siwan stands in front of a dressing mirror, her tall and slender figure outlined in a black riding outfit. Her waistline is perfectly cinched, and her legs are straight and long. She is adjusting her collar with her hand, her profile softened by the light, giving her an air of aloofness and restraint.

He stared at the photo, his finger hovering over the screen.

A few seconds later, someone next to him called out to him.

"President Bo?"

He looked up, his face expressionless.

"continue."

He placed his phone face down on the table.

He could only tap his fingers impatiently on the table.