After four years of living alone after marrying far away, he went back to his parents' home and

Lan Yujuan held her daughter's hand and stood still.

She only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her ex-husband carrying his things out of the community gate.

"Let's go home!"

She bent down, picked up her daughter, and kissed her again and again, as if she were kissing the most precious baby in the world.

As soon as the mother and daughter entered the building, they saw Chen Mo emerge from the shadows around the corner.

"Are you alright?"

Chen Mo asked in a low voice and extended his hand.

Without hesitation, the little guy pounced on Chen Mo.

Lan Yujuan was startled and had no choice but to hand the little guy over.

She shook her head, feigning composure, and said:

"It's alright, they've already left."

The three went upstairs and went home, without mentioning a word about the little incident that had just happened in the neighborhood.

Before we knew it, it was noon.

As the kitchen started cooking, Chen Mo circled around the kitchen doorway.

One minute they're helping to carry the plates, the next they're helping to hand out hot water.

When he had nothing to do, he would stand at the kitchen door and chat with Lan's mother.

In less than the time it takes to eat a meal, Lan's mother was overjoyed and extremely happy!

Even when cooking the last vegetable dish, Chen Mo sneaked into the kitchen and showed off his wok-flipping skills to Lan's mother.

"Excellent, truly excellent!"

"This child, their cooking looks amazing!"

While playing with his granddaughter, Mr. Lan absentmindedly stared towards the kitchen, muttering to himself:

"Hmph, they make such a fuss over a simple stir-fry of vegetables. It makes me uneasy about everyday life."

Lan Yujuan leaned back on the sofa, reading a novel while smiling as she dealt with her father.

"Dad, they're our guests, why are you always nitpicking?"

"Who cares whether other people live a stable life or not? It's none of our business anyway."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Lan's face immediately darkened, and he said urgently in a low voice:

"What do you mean it's okay?"

"What does Chen Mo mean? He's not planning to get married?"

Lan Yujuan was engrossed in the novel when she casually remarked:

"If we don't want to get married, then we don't have to!"

The next second, her phone was snatched from her hand.

"Hey Dad, what are you doing with my phone?"

When he looked up, he met his father's stern eyes, who was scolding him in a low voice:

"Nonsense!"

"How can you treat matters of the heart like a game?"

"Lan Yujuan, stop with the nonsense. If you're going to talk, talk seriously. We have to aim for getting a marriage certificate!"

Just now, Lan Yujuan was still having a headache because of her ex-husband's persistent harassment, and thought she would take advantage of the free time to read a novel to relax.

Who would have thought that, in the blink of an eye, the old man in the family would start randomly matchmaking.

"Dad, you've misunderstood!"

"What marriage certificate? I haven't even talked about it!"

Lan Yujuan explained in a low voice, trying to avoid being overheard by Chen Mo and making a fool of herself.

"Really, if you don't believe me and aren't worried about embarrassing your daughter, then wait until after dinner, and we'll confront her face to face!"

Mr. Lan was so angry that he lightly tossed his phone onto the coffee table, rolled his eyes, and glared at her, saying:

"Hmph, what's there to ask? You guys must have planned this beforehand!"

"Still trying to fool me? Your dad just had a stroke, not some kind of senile idiot. I can see perfectly well!"

Lan Yujuan quickly picked up her phone, feeling both helpless and speechless.

"If I don't tell you, you'll misunderstand; if I explain, you won't believe me. What can I do?"

Mr. Lan clearly didn't want to talk to her anymore, and got up while snorting coldly.

"Hmph, what else can we do?"

"If the discussions are going well, let's get our marriage certificate as soon as possible!"

After lunch, the little guy went to sleep right on time.

The house was quiet. After Lan Yujuan finished cleaning the kitchen, she changed her shoes and saw Chen Mo downstairs.

Chen Mo asked curiously:

"What's wrong with Uncle?"

"He seemed unhappy during the meal."

Lan Yujuan said with a headache:

"It's okay, just normal pressure to get married."

"He thought we were together and asked me when we were going to get our marriage certificate."

"I explained it to him seriously for a long time, but he didn't believe me at all and was even unhappy."

Chen Mo had one hand in his pocket and was carrying the trash in the other.

After listening to Lan Yujuan's words, he casually smiled and said:

"Then I'll take it, I'm fine with it."

Lan Yujuan was so surprised by these words that she forgot to watch her step and missed a step.

Fortunately, Chen Mo had been paying attention to her reactions, and stepped forward in time, turning around and reaching out to catch her.

"Are you alright?" Chen Mo asked anxiously.

Lan Yujuan's ears turned red, and she quickly shook her head to steady herself, "No, it's nothing."

Seeing that she was uncomfortable, Chen Mo cleared his throat and quickly explained, "Don't be nervous, I didn't mean to force you."

"I'm just thinking that I urgently need a wife to deal with my family's pressure to get married and to attend some necessary work occasions."

"And you happen to need a nominal partner to attend some events at Xiaoman's school, while also putting your parents at home at ease."

"Moreover, we can talk about things together and eat together."

"Getting a marriage certificate shouldn't be such a bad thing."

Lan Yujuan immediately retorted, "Chen Mo, you're oversimplifying marriage!"

"What if you meet a woman you like later? You'll regret it."

"Marriage is not about appeasing family and work, but about sincerely finding a partner with whom you are willing to spend the rest of your life."

Chen remained silent, seemingly savoring her words.

Just as Lan Yujuan thought he wouldn't say anything more and was about to continue walking downstairs, Chen Mo suddenly asked her:

"So, what are your criteria for choosing a partner?"

Lan Yujuan was stunned for a moment, and it took her a while to come back to her senses:

"Me?"

She thought of her daughter, and a wave of guilt washed over her. Her voice was low and stubborn.

"I don't have any standards. Marriage isn't necessarily a good thing. I can live the rest of my life on my own."

She wanted to continue walking, but Chen Mo took a few steps back, casually placing his hand on the handrail, inadvertently stopping her, and persistently asking:

"So, what are your standards for a partner?"

Lan Yujuan looked down at Chen Mo, who was standing on the steps in front of her.

She even had a misconception:

At this moment, no matter how outlandish her standards are, the man in front of her will take them to heart.

Lan Yujuan pondered for a moment and gave her answer:

"Be good to my daughter, and my daughter will like it."