Slow to mature after marriage

Chapter 5 Pretending to be Cute

The next morning, Bo Yan was awakened by the sunlight.

He opened his eyes, stared at the ceiling for two seconds, and then remembered where he was.

Muyan Garden, his bridal chamber.

He just moved in yesterday.

There was no one around.

The sheets were cold; Mu Siwan didn't know when she got up.

Bo Yan sat up, rubbed the back of his neck, and got out of bed to go to the bathroom.

He pushed open the door and froze.

The pink bone toothbrush holder was still there, with his toothbrush stuck in the joint of the bone.

I watched it once last night, and watched it again this morning; the impact was just as strong.

Bo Yan stared at the toothbrush holder, silently convincing herself.

Even if he didn't intend to develop any feelings for his wife, it's normal for couples to be tolerant of each other.

He then reached out, pulled out his toothbrush, and began brushing his teeth.

Halfway through brushing his fingers, he caught a glimpse of something else on the shelf out of the corner of his eye—a pink, bone-shaped soap dish containing a white bar of soap.

The soap has a line of small print: "Dedicated Fan".

Bo Yan paused for a moment.

He held a toothbrush in his mouth, stared at the words, and looked at them for a long time.

Happy.

A hardcore enthusiast.

What, she's still pretending to be cute.

Near the end of her workday, Xu Ruolin called her again.

Mu Siwan glanced at the screen and pressed answer.

"Siwan, don't forget about tonight." Xu Ruolin's voice was still gentle. "Your dad's been in a bad mood lately, so be careful what you say when you get here, and don't upset him."

"Um."

"Have you spoken to Bo Yan about it?"

"I said so."

"What time is he free?"

Mu Siwan thought for a moment and said, "He said after 5 p.m.

"Okay, arrive around 5:30, just before the banquet starts." Xu Ruolin paused, "Siwan, Mom knows you might not be feeling well, but that's just how your dad is, so be a little more understanding. When you come tonight, be a little sweet-talking, don't just keep quiet."

Mu Siwan pursed her lips and didn't reply.

"Also," Xu Ruolin lowered her voice, "if Bo Yan comes with you, you two should at least act like you're close, so people don't realize you're not familiar with each other. If any gossip gets out from the Bo family, it won't be good for you."

"After all, Wanwan is coming back today. Well, compared to Wanwan... Anyway, be careful."

Mu Siwan's fingers tightened slightly as she gripped her phone.

Wanwan.

Meng Wan.

Xu Ruolin and Mu Cheng's biological daughter was only found three years ago.

It happened exactly two months before she and Bo Yan registered their marriage.

"I understand," she said.

"Okay, Mom won't say anything more. You go ahead with your work."

The phone hangs up.

Mu Siwan put her phone back on the table, stared at the screen, and paused for a few seconds.

Then she got up, packed her things, and left work.

At the entrance of the Mu residence.

Mu Siwan stood beside the car, looking at the door.

The laughter coming from inside the door was intermittent, but it sounded very lively.

It's fun.

She mentally went through the process: enter, greet people, sit down, eat, answer questions, finish eating, and say goodbye.

She was familiar with the standard procedures.

But tonight there was an extra step.

Xu Ruolin specifically instructed her on the phone, "You two should at least act like you're close, so people can't tell you're not familiar with each other."

Be closer.

What does it mean to be closer?

She stood still, her gaze fixed on her side.

Bo Yan was leaning against the car door, glancing at her sideways with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

He didn't understand why this girl was making such a big fuss when she returned to her own home.

She had been standing at the door for almost ten minutes.

Mu Siwan was staring at his arm.

Arm.

Link arms.

It was shown in a TV series.

This action should fit the definition of "closeness".

So she took a step forward.

Bo Yan sensed the movement, looked up at her, and smiled lazily.

"Can we go in now?"

Mu Siwan did not respond.

She focused intently and took another step forward.

Then she raised her hand and took his arm.

His movements were a bit stiff, as if it were the first time he had done something like this.

Bo Yan looked down and glanced at the hand that had suddenly been shoved into his arm.

Then I glanced at her face again.

She maintained the same expression, flat and unmoved.

Only her ears turned red.

Mu Siwan took his arm and looked straight ahead.

"It makes us look closer," she explained.

Bo Yan glanced down at her.

I understand, this means I need to get closer to him.

He raised his hand and casually put his arm around the woman's waist, pulling her closer to him.

Mu Siwan's body stiffened for a moment.

"It looks more intimate this way." He leaned down and whispered in her ear, his tone lazy and tinged with amusement, "Take note, little robot."

After entering the room, Bo Yan's hand was still on Mu Siwan's waist, and he didn't let go.

Xu Ruolin and Mu Cheng were already waiting at the door.

When Mu Cheng saw Bo Yan's hand on Mu Siwan's waist, the smile in his eyes deepened instantly, completely erasing his usual sternness. He quickly stepped forward, his face crinkling with laughter.

"President Bo is here, please come in, please come in." Mu Cheng extended his hand, his tone almost excessively warm. "You must be tired from your journey. Is it cold outside?"

The Mu family made their fortune in real estate in their early years, building a large business that practically dominated half of northern Beijing. However, in recent years, the real estate industry has declined, and their failure to adapt has led to a significant drop in their fortunes. Later, Mu Siwan married Bo Yan, thus joining the Bo family's powerful network, which allowed their nearly sunk business to survive for a few more years.

Therefore, although Bo Yan was nominally Mu Cheng's son-in-law, Mu Cheng dared not treat him with the deference of an elder. To put it bluntly, Bo Yan's willingness to come today was already a huge favor.

Bo Yan reached out and shook his hand, smiling lazily, "It's alright."

"Siwan, that child, I don't even know how to take care of her." Mu Cheng glanced at Mu Siwan, looking every bit the doting father.

Mu Siwan felt uncomfortable under that gaze, looked away, and didn't reply.

Mu Cheng didn't mind and continued warmly, "It's an honor for the Mu family that President Bo could come. Si Wan has never been very good at socializing since she was little. If there's anything I haven't taken good care of, please forgive me, President Bo."

"Her job involves dealing with those kinds of things all day long. I've told her so many times, but she never listens. It's all thanks to President Bo for not complaining—"

"Mr. Mu."

Bo Yan suddenly spoke, interrupting him.

The polite smile on his face had disappeared.

He looked up and said slowly, "I don't like hearing that."

Mu Cheng was taken aback.

Bo Yan glanced down at Mu Siwan, then looked up to meet Mu Cheng's smiling face.

"My wife's colleagues," he paused, "are more sensible than most living people."

After saying that, he looked down at Mu Siwan and gently stroked her waist with his hand.

"Am I right, honey?"

Mu Siwan raised her eyes, met Bo Yan's eyes, and nodded gently.

"right."

The smile on Mu Cheng's face froze after being directly humiliated by the two juniors.