Slow to mature after marriage

Mu Sigui remained silent for a long time.

The basketball in the distance bounced on the ground, then bounced up and down again, one bounce after another, just like his irregularly beating heart.

"Then you can just kill him."

The boy returned calmly.

"I won't tell you anything about my sister; that's her privacy, unless one day she decides to tell you herself."

Mu Sigui was actually looking forward to that day coming, because it would definitely mean that the person in front of her was really good to his sister.

When Mu Siwan returned after hanging up the phone, she could clearly sense that the atmosphere between the two of them was not quite right.

Although it wasn't very good before.

"What... happened to you?"

"It's nothing." Bo Yan raised an eyebrow and smiled. "You had a heart-to-heart talk with your younger brother, right, little brother?"

Mu Sigui remained expressionless and spoke frankly, "No, we didn't have a pleasant conversation."

Bo Yan: "..."

Sure enough, another bot.

After escorting Mu Si back to her dorm, the two walked slowly along the Ginkgo Avenue. The streetlights cast long shadows, and occasionally a breeze would rustle the leaves.

Mu Siwan walked around with her head down for a while, but couldn't help asking, "What exactly did you and my brother talk about?"

Bo Yan turned his head to look at her. "You really want to know?"

"Um."

Bo Yan chuckled softly, "Actually, he didn't say anything. Your brother asked me to be nicer to you, and I agreed."

Mu Siwan paused for a moment, then subconsciously replied, "Actually, it doesn't need to be better. I think it's fine as it is."

She paused, then said, "If you treat me any better, I'm afraid I might—"

The rest of her words stuck in her throat, refusing to come out. She was afraid she might accidentally break those three principles and divorce Bo Yan. Things were good as they were now—stable, long-lasting, and unchanging. If she took another step forward, she was terrified she would stumble and fall.

"What can you do?" Bo Yan asked.

Mu Siwan opened her mouth, then closed it again. She thought for a long time before finally finding a word.

"I'm afraid I won't be used to it."

She was afraid she wouldn't be used to it if Bo Yan suddenly became unkind to her again.

Bo Yan looked at her with a deep gaze.

He reached out and gently took her hand in his. The simple rings on their ring fingers touched softly, making a sound.

"It's alright." The man's voice was very soft. "Mu Siwan, you have a lifetime to slowly get used to me being good to you."

lifetime?

Mu Siwan met the man's gentle gaze, her expression somewhat dazed.

A long-lasting, stable marital relationship.

She and Bo Yan.

-

The rest of the time proceeded as planned. The only difference was that more and more people recognized her when she went on missions these past few days.

The next day, after leaving the scene with her mentor Li Jiliang and Xiao Qin, Mu Siwan was stopped by the two of them for a photo.

She stood still, forced a smile, and pressed the shutter. A girl opposite her, clutching her phone, her face flushed, said, "Actually, I really want to know, are you and Officer Meng really—"

Before he could finish speaking, his companion covered his mouth, saying, "Are you crazy? Coming right up to the person in front of you and unleashing your ultimate move?"

The two of them ran away, pulling and tugging at each other.

Xiao Qin was so angry that her face turned red.

"Do they even know how to ship couples? Master, you and Grandmaster are clearly a match made in heaven! A bunch of tasteless people!"

Mu Siwan then understood the whole story from her.

The pairing of Mu Siwan and Meng Qing was originally just a small group of people celebrating, but recently a talented video editor suddenly appeared in the community, and her cooking was so delicious that it attracted a huge number of fans. One of her videos went viral on a certain platform, garnering millions of views and going from being a hot topic in the Arctic Circle to becoming a major trending topic, with her super topic having hundreds of thousands of fans.

Xiao Qin, as the only die-hard fan of the Mu Yan CP on the entire internet, is charging into battle online like mad.

[Xiao Qin Loves Celery]: You're all shipping the wrong people! Mu Siwan is already married! Her husband treats her incredibly well! He's both kind and handsome!

[The CP I ship is real]: Suspected Mu Juan CP fans are so angry they can't eat.

Xiao Qin almost dropped her phone.

"Mu Juan CP" refers to the pairing of Mu Siwan and Juanmao, and they are considered a niche group of artists online.

She pointed at the words on the screen, her hand trembling with anger, "Saying I'm a Mu-Juan CP fan? This is an absolute insult!"

Mu Siwan remained calm after understanding the whole process, only slightly furrowing her brow.

"Master, aren't you angry?"

"fine."

Although she felt very uncomfortable being watched like a monkey by the entire internet, she wouldn't get angry for people who weren't involved.

Anger is also a valuable emotional asset, and she won't waste it on irrelevant people.

She was just thinking about how to explain things to Bo Yan when she got back.

As he was deep in thought, Xiao Qin suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Holy crap, Master, the hashtag for your pairing with Officer Meng suddenly exploded, and the videos featuring you have been taken down! What happened?"

Xiao Qin handed her the phone to show her. The super topic page displayed "No content available," and several pinned accounts of popular fans also showed "User does not exist." The popular video with millions of views only had one line of text left when clicked on—"Video deleted."

Xiao Qin refreshed the page several times, becoming increasingly confused. "They're all gone. Not a single one left."

She looked up at Mu Siwan and said, "Master, this is definitely Grandmaster using his money powers."

Mu Siwan frowned even more deeply.

If it was Bo Yan who made the move, then it proves that... he already knew about this.

She wasn't sure if Bo Yan would mind.

However, as his wife, she felt it necessary to explain this matter to Bo Yan properly.

-

On the other side, Yanhe International.

Bo Yan placed his phone on the table, his face ashen, as if covered with a thin layer of frost. What about a lost and found white moonlight, what about a broken mirror mended, what about misplaced love—what are these people thinking? Shit? Why is his wife being talked about like this?

Wang Jin stood in front of his desk, barely daring to breathe.

"Mr. Bo, these videos are just a bunch of people talking nonsense, please don't mind them."

"I know."

He didn't believe for a second that Mu Siwan had any "white moonlight" (idealized love).

Meng Qing?

What is a white moonlight cinnabar mole?

He's just a male colleague with ulterior motives.

Bo Yan tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table and said calmly, "Take them all down."

"Yes, Mr. Bo."

Bo Yan leaned back in his chair, took more than ten minutes to calm himself down, picked up his phone again, opened the chat box, and started typing.

[Bo Yan]: What time do you get off work, wife?

On the other side, Mu Siwan stared at the words "wife" and remained silent for a few seconds.

Bo Yan has been acting really... strange lately.

He not only called her "wife" more and more frequently, but also insisted on driving her to and from get off work every day.

[Mu Siwan]: It's still 5:30.

Bo Yan's lips curved slightly.

[Bo Yan]: Okay, I'll come pick you up.