Slow to mature after marriage

Back at Muyan Garden, Mu Siwan sat down in the living room.

That sentence kept going on in my head.

Because out of everyone, you are the most special.

Am I the most special one?

Mu Siwan frowned, not understanding what made her special.

Are you particularly good at assembling bones?

My heart rate started to increase for no apparent reason.

Mu Siwan went to the cabinet and took out the spine bones, then sat down at the coffee table and started piecing them together piece by piece.

After finishing one set, he put together another.

By the time I got to the third set, my heartbeat finally calmed down.

-

Bo Yan entered the study.

The door closed.

He picked up his phone and dialed Wang Jin's number.

"Please look up Mu Siwan for me."

"From childhood to adulthood." His voice was somewhat hoarse. "How I was adopted by the Mu family, where I was before the adoption, what happened during my years with the Mu family. I want to know everything, big and small."

"Yes, Mr. Bo."

"Also," he paused, "three years ago, I attended a dinner party at the Park Hyatt. Compile the information on the men aged forty to sixty from that gathering and send it to me, quickly."

"……good."

The phone hangs up.

He put his phone on the table and walked to the window.

The night outside the window was deep and dark, with distant lights flickering on and off. Bo Yan stood there, motionless, staring at the darkness for a long time.

After a long while, he slowly exhaled.

Push open the door and go out.

-

In the living room, Mu Siwan was still sitting at the coffee table.

Several assembled vertebrae were laid out neatly in front of her. She was looking down, placing the last piece of bone on them.

Bo Yan walked over and sat down next to her.

"Finished?"

"Um."

"What kind of bone?"

"The pig's spine."

Mu Siwan carefully put the bones away and placed them aside, then looked up at him.

I'm going on a business trip tomorrow.

He turned his head to look at her.

"The forensic variety show is being filmed in Haicheng. The high-speed train leaves at 8 a.m. and arrives at 2 p.m. The filming is expected to last four days, and if there are no delays, I should be able to return on Saturday night."

After Mu Siwan finished speaking, she waited for him to speak.

Bo Yan curled his lips slightly, a gentleness in his eyes that he himself was unaware of.

"What do you mean, you're informing me in advance?"

"Didn't you say you'd tell me these things in person from now on?"

He nodded and chuckled softly.

"Hmm," he said, "Well done."

He paused for a moment, then spoke again.

"But Mu Siwan, you can do even better."

Mu Siwan looked up at him.

Looking into her clear eyes, Bo Yan vaguely sensed that it wasn't that she didn't want to do it, but rather that she often didn't even realize she needed to.

There are some things that no one has ever taught her.

So he spoke slowly, his voice lower than usual.

"For example, I hope that when you go on a business trip, we can call each other every day."

Mu Siwan looked up in confusion.

Why?

In her mind, making a phone call every day means bothering someone once a day.

Especially, particularly, very much, unnecessary.

Looking at her face, which was full of confusion, Bo Yan patiently spoke.

"Because we're husband and wife." He paused, "Husbands and wives need to communicate—"

The word "feelings" circled on his lips, but he swallowed it back down.

"It's necessary for couples to keep each other informed so they can get to know each other better," he said seriously.

Hesitation flickered in Mu Siwan's eyes.

"Do we need to report to each other every day?"

"Yes," he said, "every day."

Mu Siwan lowered her head and began to seriously consider the rationality of the plan.

Bo Yan didn't urge her; he just sat there and waited.

After a while, she nodded.

"Okay, then every day."

Making a phone call is indeed more efficient than sending a text message.

Bo Yan pressed her advantage: "When you arrive at the hotel tomorrow, you must send me a message to let me know."

"……good."

-

The next morning, at 8:30, Mu Siwan boarded the high-speed train to Haicheng.

The production team arranged for the teachers and students to sit together, and she sat next to Curly Hair.

From the moment he got on the bus, his mouth never stopped.

"Teacher Mu, is your leg fully healed? We need to be on set for this recording, are you sure you can handle it?"

"Teacher Mu, have you had breakfast? I brought bread, do you want some? There's also milk, yogurt, and—"

"Teacher Mu, look at the view outside the window, isn't it beautiful? I took a picture and posted it on WeChat Moments, would you like to see it?"

"Teacher Mu..."

At first, Mu Siwan would at least make two "hmm" sounds.

Later, those sounds buzzed around my ears like bees, and I couldn't get rid of them no matter what I did.

She finally looked up at him.

"Shut up."

Two words, spoken in a flat tone, without any inflection.

Curly-haired boy sheepishly shrank back into his seat and finally fell silent.

-

We arrived at the hotel at 2:30 pm.

The production team booked a standard room. Pushing open the door, a girl was already sitting on the other bed.

She is a newly recruited forensic intern by the program team.

She looked very small, with a round face, big eyes, and her hair tied in a low ponytail. She nestled there like a fluffy little animal.

When she saw Mu Siwan come in, her eyes lit up instantly, and she jumped up from the bed.

"elder sister!"

Mu Siwan paused in her steps.

The girl ran over in a few steps, stood in front of her, looked up at her, and her eyes shone with an astonishing light.

"Sister, I'm your idol—no, no," she hurriedly corrected herself, "You're my idol! I came on the show just for you, I like you so much!"

Mu Siwan was stunned for a moment.

She looked down at the upturned face filled with adoration, unsure how to react.

"My name is He Meng," the girl continued, her voice soft. "I'm a senior this year, majoring in forensic medicine. I love reading your case analyses. I've practically worn out your book, really worn out. My mom even asked me if I was studying it—"

Mu Siwan remained silent for two seconds.

"……Thanks."

He Meng was so excited she wanted to jump up.

"Sister, you talked to me! Sister, your voice is so beautiful! Sister, you look even better in person than on camera!"

Mu Siwan nodded, not knowing what else to say, and added another sentence.

"……Thanks."

She looked down, took out her phone, and sent a message to Bo Yan.

[Mu Siwan]: We've arrived.

The reply came very quickly.

[Bo Yan]: Good.

Two seconds later, another message popped up.

[Bo Yan]: Would it be convenient to take a picture of the accommodation?

Mu Siwan stared at those words, her brows furrowing in confusion.

[Mu Siwan]: Why?

[Bo Yan]: Can't I be curious about what kind of hotel my wife stays in when she goes on business trips?

Mu Siwan looked at the line of text.

Wife.

These two words seem to be burning hot, burning from my eyes to my ears, and then from my ears to my cheeks.

She looked up, raised her phone, and took a picture of the room.

He Meng watched from the side, looking on with curiosity.

"Sister, who are you messaging?"

Mu Siwan replied casually, "My husband."

After saying this, Mu Siwan was stunned.

She never expected that she would say the word "husband" so easily.

It's probably because... Bo Yan just called her "wife" on WeChat?